Age is just a number till you are cheese-II

This is a rap on the above topic by my mate Praqxz.

Age is a number until you are cheese

No matter if you are Indian,Swiss or Chinese

People say bless you when you sneeze

I'll lock the door gimme the keys

I have imperians and EI's can i raid you plz ?

Go ahead and croplock me now

I aint afraid

The time has now gone when i was waiting for the freeze

Take my hand and we shall walk to wherever you please

But we must come back sooner coz I got my troop count to increase

Without which council would seem displeased

I am but a mere pawn in the army we breed

Surrender we shall not... fight till we bleed

No matter if I go down , I shall lay to rest my enemy

Weep for me not brethern I shall come again

Age troops and servers.... are all numbers until we are cheese

Age is just a number till you are cheese

The following is a lovely poem written by friend Rachayeta on the topic mentioned above.My mate Praqxz wrote a rap on the same topic which wold be posted subsequently.

Just down the lane
Resides this lovely widow
Beneath her window pane
I stand as the lonely kiddo

I look upto her
She enchantingly smiles
Making my heart throb at a rate
Per hour-1000 miles

Oh! how i longed to reach u
In the wide bright sunshine
Take u in my arms and say
Baby would u be mine??

But alas! the cruel joke u played on me
When i asked u for a date
The biggest disappointment on my face when u said
Baby am 64 and you are 28

How does these numbers matter to u my dear
When love i know is pure,
How numbers could ever jumble up
My love for you, could i know??

Ahh ! Society u say
Would they accept such a union
But let me know my lovely lady
Did it ever help you in your communion??

The society commands your every action 
And u follow like a flock of geese
But who shall tell u my charming lass
That age is just a number until u are cheese

I am a human in flesh and blood
Standing at your gate
Begging for a little mercy
And asking you to come on a date

And still you stand there motionless
Overlooking at my emotions with ease
Not an ounce did you understand
That age is just a number until you are cheese

And still down the lane
Resides this lovely widow
Underneath whose window pane
I stand the lonely kiddo
My love for her slipped away 
Like a stone smeared with grease
Since not an ounce did she ever understood
That age is just a number until you are cheese

By Rachayeta

Define Racism : Urban violence (New def. by Kevin Rudd)

The first thing that came to my mind when I heard that hag Kevin Rudd speak about the racist attacks on Indians in Australia is "What a load of crap?".When Bhajji calls Symonds 'teri maa ki', it will be misinterpreted as 'monkey' and termed as a racial taunt but when Indian students who come all the across the Indian Ocean to pursue their higher studies are attacked by the deranged Australian youth who get high on beer, dope and whatever shit they can lay their hands on, it is called "urban violence". That's the most poetic justification I have ever seen.

The Australian police,to their part,have also indulged in this ,albeit officially, by dragging and beating up innocent people who had gathered to have a peaceful protest against the attacks.I guess you Australian numbskulls have never heard of "Non-violence". Whatever happened concept of "Adithi devo bhava "?.It surely must have an Australian interpretation.Or what we are seeing probably 'is' the interpretation.Whatever it is, I have run out of decent words to describe this debacle and though the use of unparliamentary words cannot be prohibited,I have something what they call "Writer's decency" and though asteriking one or two words might show what I meant that I didn't want to explicitly write, how would 2-3 lines full of asteriks look to you.Hence I stop here until I gather steam.

Is the change coming?

With countless campaigns highlighting only the achievements of that particular government,taking a dig at the opposition at every single chance,backstabbing everybody,joining hands with people you hated just before the campaigns and the usual hogwash of the promised change that will turn India on its head,the ELECTIONS in India is finally over.

Why put ELECTIONS in caps,you may ask.Simply put, elections in India is a huge huge affair.Not only because of the mind boggling number of people who come to vote in the hope that may be this time around they will see some change(which incidentally happens to be every time) but also the amount of money spent in campaigns is something that if accounted will make our heads spin faster than the earth revolves on its axis.

So with the EC coming down hard on sops this time,it remains to be seen whether people will want a change or prefer to tread the same path.The corruption that exists during the elections,especially offering money to make people vote  makes me so sick that I literally want to throw up.Where the bloody hell is democracy?What happened to the good old times(very few incidentally) when people voted a candidate not because he can provide something that serves a short purpose but rather because they wanted something that will make their living standards better forever.

I specifically want to discuss the money distribution for voters.Now why is the candidate so desperate to win?Is he so inclined to serve people that he will do anything in his capacity to get elected?Will he make people's life a haven after he is elected?.NO.NO.NO is the answer to all three.If such a guy comes to power,rest assured, his first job will be to open a Swiss bank account so that he can hoard his assets.Bull shit is what he is feeding to the hapless people making them believe he is the next messiah.Oh God! I just want to tear my hair and bang myself into a solid concrete wall.Such things make me so mad.Maybe I am a bit sensitive to corruption or maybe I just grew up that way.But all added up,all this big festival is just a facade to secure the next five years for many.After the elections,the motto towards people is ROT IN HELL.I am not vindicating everybody elected but a large number of them sure do want to win for their own purposes.

Are we going to get a party that will work with an open mind and understand what the people really want instead of making the first point of their agenda is to hit back at the opposition with crap talk.As it has been said,opposition is a necessary evil because without it there would be no checkpoints.

Is the change we have hoped finally coming?Lets cross our fingers and hope. 

The Great Train Robbery

The latest sensation in namma singara Chennai is the hijack of a train from the Moore Market station,i.e our Chennai Central EMU service track.How comical is that an unauthorised person is able to sneak into the driver's coach,start a train and take it for a jolly ride just like kids do with other kid's bicycles?

To say that this depicts is the poor state of affairs of security,authorisation procedures and overall accountability is an understatement and words probably won't do justice to the anguish of the relatives of the people who have been killed(I will not say they died because spiritually dying means you are ready to leave the world behind on your own accord and these people  certainly were not).Now don't mistake me for bringing spirtuality and philosphy into this serious issue at hand but just that it makes more sense when you see it from that point,atleast for me.

Everybody can point hands at one another and play the blame game,which is what usaually happens but spare a thought for the people injured and killed.What can offer them solace?Bringing the CBI into the fold of things might seem like a big step forward but what is to be noted is the sheer indiscipline in following regulations that should have been second nature to the guys in charge.

The need of the hour is to bring into force a stricter implementation of policies and safety regulations(all it requires is personal dedication and the thought in the back of the mind that if the work is not carried out properly it may reult in mishaps and people can get injured ).

Whether it was a prank gone horribly wrong or a calculated execution of pre-laid plans,we may or maynot never know.But the sheer thought that something like this can happen to anybody sends shivers down the spine.

Temptations

Having given myself to the regimen of taking a walk in the early morning on the basis that it is healthy for your life,I have found its side effects.Now talking of walking side effects may bring ankle sprains and leg cramps to the imaginative mind but the answer is no.Not any one of these.

My side effect is sleep.Yes SLEEP.Waking up at 5 in the morning takes a good 2 hours off my time devoted for sleep and while I would love to crash on my bunker when I return from my walk it is totally off limits as that would result in a nice archanai from my mom.So while I'll be able to ward off the remaining sleep in the morning hours,when it comes to the late afternoon say between 4 to 5, I would be totally washed.It would be like I have gone without sleep for 2-3 days and my eyes close on their own accord.That is also the time when everybody is busiest because it is near to office closing hours and naturally all would like to show that they are hardworking just as the office ends.Imagine my plight trying to keep my eyes open while having to concentrate on the work on hand.For a good understanding, try to remember your most boring professor's class just after lunch.You will get the point.

Hence not only am I tempted to catch a quick shut eye but my body metabolism also seems to gone into overdrive with my stomach grumbling every time i think of food since I started walking as an exercise.And on way my back home,the biggest task is to force my legs away from the chat shop near my house and mentally pound myself to think of  chapathis and dal instead of the sinfully good bhel puri or the delicious pani puri that the guy can whip in a jiffy.Sigh!Sigh!Sigh!.I really wonder how people try to attain nirvana when the simple task of keeping yourself healthy and monitoring your junk food consumption is taking a big toll on my senses.That is why maybe those enlightened ones are called mahans.

Exams

Attended my ISRO exam yesterday and it was actually fun to write a competitive exam, you know it makes those grey cells work a wee little more and the feeling of working with your mind rather than physically as we do in our daily jobs 90% of the time is immensely satisfying.It gave me almost an "on-the-top-of the world feeling"  because recollecting the wonderful time I had spent in college learning while going through the question paper concotes a heady mix of inexplicable enjoyment that just makes you want to grin at everybody.

All in all,a very nice Sunday I have had in a long time which would otherwise have been spent on waking late and whiling away the time on the idiot box and its cousin,the PC.

Of Hot Summers and Power cuts

When the Tamilnadu EB announced that there will be very less power shortage this year and as a result there will be fewer power cuts,I was the most happiest person in TN,believe it or not as I am one of those guys who would even on a chilly winter night like to have the fan running at full speed.

But I don't use the AC because my bronchus is a little bit sensitive to chillness that the AC produces.Hence however sweltering it may be I would like to sleep just with the fans on and the windows open. 

However for the last week or so,there has been a regular power cut in our flat especially between 10.30 and 11.00 in the night.When contacted the EB told that they were not carrying out any maintenance work.Left with no option we called them  to come and check our mains.After an hour one guy finally decided to show up.

He came,he saw and he proclaimed "Fuse poiduchu saar".As pompous as Julius Ceaser when he spoke those 3 immortal words "Vini,Vidi,Vici" .

After changing the fuse we paid him the usual amount that is mandatory unofficially.I could have kicked myself for that but the flat association saw it fit to pay him what he asked so where is the opinion of one person going to hold water.The reason "Ippo kudukulana adutha vatti vara mattanga".

Hollering about bribes and overcharging will take this post quite of context which is not what I intend to do.

Anyway the next day,the same thing happened and the same routine was enacted.The same guy came,said the same thing(why am i using so many "same"s) and fixed the fuse. 

Day 3. Repeatuuu

Day 4. Repeatuuu

Now, before you think I am going to proceed till 365, hold your horses because this where the proverbial twist in the story takes place( God, I sound like an amateurish screen play writer).

The next day the events repeated themselves(haha,I have not used "same" for 40 words) and in my sweat filled anger I felt like putting my fists through the mains a la Jackie Chan in some kung fu movies that they show in Vijay TV on Saturday nights,which I gratefully did not because the only result would have been shattered knuckles.

Fortunately, the EB officials were alerted due to the curious repeat of the same problem over and over again and they decided to send a senior technician.

The guy who ambled over to our flat said that in his analysis(yes!! he used the word analysis),the issue was overloading of the mains,the reason for which was the use of AC's in all our 12 flats in the compound.This sounded ridiculous as last summer there was no such issues and I told him so.

Naturally, he got angry, said I didn't understand how the power transmission works and et al. before I finally waved my engineering tag before him and shut him up for good.Man, that felt sweet, you know to shut up someone who acts like a know-it-all with that one remark "I AM AN ENGINEER".

That night the problem was temporarily fixed and the next morning they promised to send someone to look into the issue.The next day,3 people actually turned up and went through the rigmarole of looking at the connections from the transformer to the pole and from the pole to the flat mains and that was where the culprit lay.

You see,the week before we started having this phenomenon of isolated power cuts the Corporation people had dug up our road for laying out pipes for the storm water drains and they accidentally had punctured one of the cables going to our flat mains,which in reality had caused us to have only 2 phases rather than the 3 phases which is normal and this was responsible for the overloading as the load of that phase had been diverted to be shared by the other two.

As the problem had been identified,it may seem it was a simple matter of replacing that cable and setting things right but alas it was not to be.The difficulty in moving ahead was that though EB had the power to change cables overhead, if they wanted to do something with cables that ran below the ground, you(meaning the person who has the problem not the EB) have to take the permission of the Corporation by giving them a request letter in writing for digging the road.After it was approved,the EB would then carry on their work.

Funny how two wings of the corporation act like separate autonomous bodies with no communication between them.Anyhow that is the state of things and it wasn't until two days ago that the problem was totally rectified be relaying that cable.

My nights have been much better since then and I have actually managed to blog regularly,which given my predisposition to slacking is quite a feat by itself.Not that blogging is a feat,but trying not be a slacker is.