Twilight

G.I.Joes...Maggi...Tazoos...Center fresh cricket player cards...DD...Shakalaka Boom Boom...Frontyard rubber ball cricket...Shattered windowpanes...Pepsi tin stumps ...Velvet pencils...Magic Pop...Business...Monopoly...Book Cricket...Rides in the classic Fiat car...Hindi Tuitions...Mean big bro...Paper-Rubberband weapons...Chakra Skating...Hanaplast...Cousins...64 in 1 video games...Tom n Jerry...T-Bone ~~ Twilight street cricket...Duplicate audio casettes...Remuki puffs...Re.1 pepsi ...Paper boats in the rain...Crocin...Re.1 picture charts for projects...Playing football in the hall...Irking Granny...Backyard trees...Ripe berries... Powercuts ...Enid Blyton...Bright evenings...The Hindu (big enough for me to hide behind) and Milo...Half polished shoes...Carrom n Chess...HW diary sign forgery...Sideyard garden...Chitchat with Thatha... Evenings in the 90s...Smiling eyes.


Nokia King King game...Pizzas...Just Lays chips...Cric Info...Cable TV...ESPN...EPL ...EA Sports Cricket 08...Windows XP system hang...Overpriced tins...Parkers and Sheaffers...Death by Chocolate...Board games getting predated by insects...Driving TATA Indigo...Tutions for everything except Hindi...Bro in Indore...Rubberbands only in the office room...Forgotten rollers...Videogame set tucked away in the loft ...EPL...Lollu Sabha...Empty streets in the twilight...Bazaar Audio DVDs...Barren piece of land at Remuki...Appy Fizz...Water puddles longing for boats... Wikipedia+CtrlC +Ctrl V +Ctrl P for projects...Granny irked by my absence... Backyard trees...Rotten 'unplucked' berries...UPS...Sidney and Jeffrey...Bright evenings...Yahoo! messenger...Slippers...Max Payne...Cell phone to-do list...Sideyard garden...Lonely thatha... Memories of evenings in the 90s...Wet eyes.

55 FICTION

The Emerald Lady..

"Her name is Katrina ", said an old friend when I inquired about his new girlfriend. He praised her green eyes, curly hair and the emerald ear-ring. After he left, his words kept ringing in my head. Shocked, I looked at the photo of my late wife, her emerald ear-ring matching the color of her eyes.......



55 Fiction is a form of microfiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words..

Engi(s)neering Chemistry

Title - Engineering Chemistry
Publishers - Dhanpat Rai
Authors - Jain and jain

In a nutshell - Aimed at providing the students an easy and lucid method for learning... Just aimed...



The features of d book as written in the back of the book

11 NEW Chapters
Err... The book totally has 12 , which means the previous edition had only one chapter? Or it should've been the book's title!
17th edition but still it manages to boast 2 mistakes minimum every page, a quality thats unique to Jain n Jain
Cost - Rs.150 and interestingly lower than books from other authors who've plagiarized stuff from Jain's.

The content of the book is presented in a lucid way but its more than just comprehensive. A book out of question for eleventh-hour preparation as it has too many topics, each comprising of too many lines that is agonisingly arduous to study.

Voices from the Fourth Estate

The Times of Congo - Trudosi'au ls*do po^ipd mcaksjo s"dkppaa #re qwd@opp^zzlwe!!

The Muslim - A captivating book and read by nerds 2-3 times over, so somethings good about it.

Washington Roast - Stress, lower jaw pain because of excessive yawning makes the author on top of the WANTED LIST and highly recommended by doctors who can make a living out of this book...

The Indian Bullock Cart - An enticing, gripping book, a must read, favourite of all age-groups - probably the best of its kind to come out in ages. Very generous, comes at a low price and also has given us 4k more than the decided bribe for this comment...

Dabha Chronicle - 364 pages at Rs.80 (2nd hand), vadai owners club n parotta parcel services club all praises for the book.

Am just kidding.I mustered up 84 in chemistry. Both the Jains - I love ya swines!

Rooney to my rescue!

August 2006

LOSA, an aggrandized cultural extravaganza of Southern TN is easily the most awaited event in anyone's school life out in the south. Having been a part of the substitute quiz team, I got my first serious task at PSYNA college in the suburbs of Madurai as the celebrated regular quizzing teams of my school had to focus on studies. My team eventually came second in the tournament and were in the reckoning for LOSA's second team.

LOSA, being a event conducted and financed by TVS school's Alumni on a five lakh budget, the quiz was expected to be a tough nut to crack. Sports quiz qualifier went on smoothly and we cruised to the final. General Quiz prelimns had more than expected questions on sports and entertainment, so we luckily entered the finals. Finished third in General quiz, after enjoying the lead for few incredible moments in the initial part of the quiz.Being a second team from my school, qualifying itself appeared one mega achievement and coming third in it made me feel on top of the world.

I noticed all the variants of girls - cute, hot, dumb, trendy and smart (which was the reason I was there in the first place ;) ), as I walked along the corridors leading to the sports quiz venue after my skit team had bagged the first place in Movie-spoof competition and I was on an all time high. I had one fine final chance to prove my prowess as an accidental yet decent quizzer. The Sports quiz team comprising of me,Ram and Aniruth were perched nearest to the audience, who were sitting behind us in the cozy and cool lab with projector. The quiz organisers(TVS alumni) shook hands with us with a easily noticeable false smile and wished good luck, cursing under their breath, " u gona be bad losers this eve"...

Infinite bounds round of 40 questions.
After 39 questions, the scores stood as follows

The home team(TVS) at 80
My team - 75
The perpetual Mahatma(my school) - TVS rivalry reached new heights after this tight situation. The entire quiz organisers team were TVS alumni and everyone shot cold stares at us.

I forgot I was an atheist for a moment, the rest of the teams were looking at the quiz master, who winked at the TVS team on top of the charts.
Damn, he was from TVS too. It was a direct question to us.
All my sensory organs were so focussed at the quiz master.
Sweat trickled down my neck.. AC? It was on at 21 degree celsius!

" IF he had the citizenship to my country I would love to have him play for my country... Who said this about whom ?"

I blurted out Maradona and errr..err...
Ive come across it somewhere before, somewhere... I slapped myself, hoping it ll turn on my rusty brain and the answer surfaces. Aniruth and Ram sensed my anxiety and asked me to make a wild guess.
Quiz master announced that it wont have any part points.
I know you biased swine.

Everything look blurred to me, time stood still suddenly, I felt myself locked up in some dark room. I couldn't hear any noise around the room and even the smirking rival team already half celebrating their victory noisily. I shook my head vigorously for a moment hoping it comes to my head magically.

The quizmaster's voice loomed spelling doom to us, " ten seconds"
Wait you fuckin idiot
I turned back at the crowd who were right behind us (literally). A guy was stealthily tugging at Aniruth's t-shirt from behind and he shrugged. I lay back and read the words on the back of Aniruth's t-shirt...It read

ROONEY
Time resumed. Light filled the room and the door was thrown wide open.

The quiz master was about to mouth the words 'times up' and I squeaked WAYNE ROOONEY. The whole room fell silent for a second and the rival team stared open mouthed at me.
The quiz master looked shocked in disbelief for a moment and stuttered, " Corr..rrect a.an..an..answer" .

We leapt in joy at our unprecedented hour of glory. I stood up, and involuntarily my middle finger pointed towards the professor who intervened in the general quiz finals,which had cost us the second place.
The august month eve proved to be one of the most august moments in my life, thanks to the stranger who made it possible by stroking my team mate's shirt once.

Bless Aniruth for wearing Rooney's jersey. Bless Body Language apparel shop where he got it. Bless Rooney for being what he is...

Am a Baaad Man...

The clock struck 9pm.
In his abandoned ancient half-ruined mansion hidden away in the hills,a boisterous cacophony of the sounds of a battery of cannons firing,which was his alarm sound originated from the clock in his bedroom and resonated along the narrow hallways and finally the hall with a high ceiling. He slowly pulled himself upright, opened his eyes like the curtain raising on stage and stared with bloodshot eyes at the clock, surrounded by an array of skeletons of deer,rhino,lion and other dangerous animals that he had hunted. He got down from the bed and clapped his hands as his manservant came rushing into the room with his dark black coat and helped him into it. The manservant then handed the wrist watch,with its time sync with the clock, to him and receded to the door.

He walked towards the oval-shaped mirror positioned at one of the corners of the room and gave a long cold stare at himself and the watch as the manservant waited near the large oak door.

Bang!
The manservant dropped to the floor and scarlet colored blood gushed out of his temples.
He slipped the shotgun into his pocket,wore dark glasses and meddled for a second with his watch.He then walked over the corpse drenched in a pool of blood, down the dim-lit stairs to the hall where all his henchmen had aggrouped and sat down on his exquisitely made brown maple furniture, lighted his cigar and puffed out x shaped smoke patterns. He looked at the other big clock in the hall, with its time synchronised with the one in his bedroom . His advisor walked to him, announced that his meeting with other top international notorious smugglers and druggists was due at 10 pm and stood back.

He ordered one of his man-servants to bring him some roasted chicken and noodles for dinner. While he crunched the chicken and munched down the food slowly(which was unusual), the enticingly hot young girl danced around the hall erotically. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Ronnie, one of his henchman was looking anxiously at the clock and going out of d room silently whenever his shirt pocket appeared bright due to his mobile's illumination.After guttling down every piece of eatable on the plate and smacking the girl hard, he washed his hands as his advisor announced to him that there was only a minute to go for 10pm, i.e the meeting.He was late already.

He walked towards Ronnie.Giving him a warm smile, he positioned Ronnie's tie intact and stood back as everyone gasped on seeing his favourite hitman Ronnie collapse, blood oozing out of his pierced throat. He cleaned the stains of blood from his surgical knife, picked up Ronnie's mobile and stared at it till a message flashed.

"Time is ten nw. The bomb in his watch shouldve detonated.He and the other smugglers should be dead now. Good work Inspector Ronnie. Mission accomplished. Where should i meet you 2moro?"

He replied to the message,

"IN HELL... **** U COPS"

and asks his advisor to find the cop who was messaging by tracking down the number.
And leaves to the meeting in his car,still wearing his watch!










The watch showed 9.01 pm and wasnt ticking.