195. Settling Down

Don't get any unnecessary clue from this headline...

New Place...

New Job...

New leash of life...

I am just taking some time to settle down...

Working out on my future posts...

Will be in action soon, once the mental muscles are developed...

-Chronicwriter

194. Christopher Machan

The purfect pichaikaaran(beggar) look...

"Christopher machaan" is the avatar name...

Drop dead gorgeous is what the girls say for this luk... yeah! four girls dropped dead after seeing me in this avatar

-Chronicwriter

193. I am Blocked

The funny cells are not working.

My brain is dead.

What has happened to my nutty nature?

Am I myself?

Why do I have a beard?

What has creeped into me?

Am I sloshed?

Why am I posting Inspirational stuffs?

I am supposed to be a humorous blogger.

Is this what they call the

"Writer's Block" ?

-Chronicwriter

192. Fido

Prelude: Dog lover? You would love this.

Fido

Anyone who has pets will really like this. You'll like it even if you don't and may decide you need one. Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, fido. Fido was a real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because fido would help himself to whatever struck his fancy.

Inevitably someone would forget and something would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to fido's toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of fido's favorite toys. Fido always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.

It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease...she was just sure it was fatal. She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders. The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with fido.

A thought struck her...what would happen to fido? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim he was Mary's dog through and through. If I die fido will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want to leave him. The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.

The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took fido for his evening walk faithfully but the dog just drooped, whining and miserable. But finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital.

When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap. fido stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed.

When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. Panic soon gave way to laughter though when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed in every treasure fido owned! While she had slept the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement and back bringing his beloved mistress his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love. Mary forgot about dying. Instead she and fido began living again, walking further and further together every night.

It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free. Fido? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his greatest treasure.

-Chronicwriter

191. Sexy Seven

Every College has a gang...My college had one too..."Sexy Seven"- The name sounded sleazy...Seven guys... Fun loving charaters... Now we are in different parts of the globe... A dedication to my college mates... I still remember the good old days... Its has been four years...But our good old days are still very fresh in my memory

My best budds who made my two years in college an unforgettable event in my life.
L 2 R - Andy,Aby ( The attitude look in blue), Dcruz (The kenyan zizo), Me( with mush and a fractured hand),Joseph ( Alapatt jewellers),Jithu( He never stopped growing) and Varun (Kolkatta knight rider)

I feel old now...

-chronicwriter

190.Social Networking Threats

I am so much addicted to Orkut.
It has been more than three years and still I log in every single day.
I have deleted more than 50k scraps.
I have visited almost 50k profiles.
Orkut still rocks.
The other day, I got an Invite from a friend of mine to join facebook. Experimenting is fun and hence I wanted to experiment with facebook.
The moment I joined facebook, a friend of mine threw a turkey at me.
I am back in orkut.

-Chronicwriter

189.THE INTEGRITY OF "UGLY"

Disclaimer: This was the first ever forward that I got in my mail box. I got this almost 8 years back. I still have it in there and this has acted as an inspiration for me.Read on...

UGLY

Everyone in the apartment complex that I lived in knew who Ugly was.Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world:fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside hadtheir effect onUgly. To start with, he had only one eye and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the sameside, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look likehe was alwaysturning the corner.

His tail has long ago been lost,leaving only thesmallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch.Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped-type,except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!"All of the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.

Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around his feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands,begging for their love. If you ever picked him up, he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor'shuskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled.

From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was lying, it was apparent that Ugly's sadlife was almost at an end. Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back and lowerback twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling.

It must be hurting him terribly, I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging,sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain,suffering, and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear.I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then I could hear the distinct sound of purring.Even in thegreatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat wasasking only for alittle affection, perhaps some compassion. At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had everseen. Never once didhe try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get awayfrom me, orstruggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at mecompletely trusting inme to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat there and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me morea bout giving and compassion than a thousand books,lectures, or talkshow specials ever could, and for that I will alwaysbe thankful.

He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred onthe inside, and itwas time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To givemy total to those I cared for.Many people want to be richer, more successful, wellliked, beautiful,but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

-- Author Unknown

188. Beulah Sam ( The Climax)

Love is what happens to a man and a woman who don't know each other

-W.Somerset Maugham

Prelude: This is a true love story that happened 8 years back in the authors' life.The author will narrate this story in three parts.

Read Part-1 and Part-2 before proceeding any further.

Beulah Sam- Climax

The day I was waiting for finally arrived.I spent an entire hour inside the bathroom showering myself to glory and When I was ready, I was shining to glory.To make matters worse, my friend told me that I looked like Gareth Gates.The plan was very simple. I would go to church that sunday morning.The church service would be over by 10.30 am, which would be followed by the youth fellowship. I decided to bunk the youth fellowship and head directly to Satyam Cine-Complex.

The movie that we selected for the occassion was "Gladiator". I knew that it was not a romantic movie. But who cares what happens on the screen, when I would be having the romance of my life sitting next to me?After the movie, we were supposed to have a romantic late lunch ( That is where I had planned to propose her).She also told me not to talk about our date to any one

I was very nervous as it was going to be my first ever date in my life.My friend Joshua, sensed my nervousness and asked me the reason behind my nervousness. I told him about my plans and also told him not to tell it to any of my other friends in church.The service got over at 10.30 and before anyone could pull me for the youth fellowship, I calmly slid away from the scene. Joshua gave me a thumbs up sign. I felt confident now.

******

I was standing in the queue to book the tickets. I looked around and there she came in her moped. I took the tickets and went to meet her in the parking lot. She was amazingly beautiful. Her hair was silky smooth. Her eyelashes curved like rose petal. She had a mild parfum which instantly pulled me closer to her. She came to closer to me and whispered into my ears," Shall we go?". My ear drums sensed her breath. We headed towards teh movie hall.

******

Back in Church, my absence from the youth fellowship sparked a few doubts amonst my church friends

Kingsley: Chriz came to church this morning. Why didn't he come for the youth fellowship

Dave: Yes I saw him sitting next to Joshua. He dressed like a Joker today.

Kingsley: Joshua! Do you know where Chriz is?

Joshua: I know where he is! But I promised him that I won't tell it to anyone

Kingsley: Are you going to keep that promise?

Joshua: No... I have a plan...

******

In the movie hall, Beulah was sitting next to me. I was thinking to myself...

" Would she rest her head on my shoulders?"...

" Would she allow me to hold her hands?"...

" What would her reaction be when I propose her?"...

I turned and looked at her.She looked very comfortable sitting next to me.She was completely immersed in the movie. Suddenly a lion pounced... She got scared and held my hand tight.( She did not know that I was even more scared).I never left her hand after that.She did not mind. I knew she liked me. I even managed to finish my pack of pop-corns and gulp the aerated drink using my Right hand. (Even as I type this post, I could feel her sitting next to me. Hence I am typing this line only with my right hand.)

I went near her and said to her," Your hand is sooo soft". She just smiled and said," You are a gentleman". I started to blush. I tried to control, but I could not.She rested her head on my shoulders and that feeling was just unbelievably Immaculate. Words can't describe the wonderful sensations that my senses were experiencing because of that act of Romance. I knew that She would definitely say YES when I propose her. The movie finally ended. People slowly started leaving the hall. We did not feel like leaving the place. But we had to. So I got up and we started walking.. We were still holding our hands. I had a sense of pride and my walk just demonstrated to everyone around that I was the Romeo for my Juliet. Slowly we came out of the movie hall.

Just as we got out, a familiar face approached me and said, "Congratulations". It was Joshua.I looked around and saw my entire church gang standing in front of us. Dave came forward with two garlands and honoured me by making me don one garland. Kingsley came forward, hugged me and said," You have indeed done it chrissy".A gang of around nine guys were standing around us. I was feeling all cold and numb. She was not holding my hands anymore. She walked briskly to the parking lot , took her bike and went away.

*****

I was the topic for all my churchmates that summer.

Beulah never answered my calls.

She never came online.

*****

A month back, Joshua gave me a call and informed me that he was getting married. He sounded very happy. Finally before he said Good bye, he told me the name of his bride...

" Beulah"

-Chronicwriter

187. Beulah Sam ( Part 2)

Take away love and our earth is a tomb

- Robert Browning

Prelude: This is a true love story that happened 8 years back in the authors' life.The author will narrate this story in three parts.

Click here to read the First part

Beulah Sam- Part 2

The very next sunday, I was looking all bright and clear. My friends sensed a beam of sunshine across my face.After the Sunday service was over, they came to me and asked me the reason behind my happiness.I told them that even I might have a girlfriend very soon.Joshua was a very good friend of mine and he asked me whether I have seen her. That is when I realised that I haven't even seen Beulah.

Thoughts started running across my mind... " Is she already committed?"..." Would She like me?"... " What if she is taller than me?"..." Would I like her?"... " How would her voice sound like?"...With these thoughts, I reached home... In the year 2000, mobile phones were not much in use...

The only means of communication apart from the internet were, telegram, telephone, postal mail and Dove. The chances of the dove being caught by Salman was very high and the chances of the telegram and postal mail reaching her dad was also very high. So the only means was to call her up in her telephone. "But What if her dad picks the call?"... Well I am good in mimicing like a girl (Not like Rakhi Sawant anyways).. But I did not have her number. So I decided that when I chat with her, I would get her phone number.

My lucky stars were twinkling brighter than the Sun and getting her number was so easy. She gave me her number.. That very same Sunday night, around 11 pm, I gave two rings to that number. But before anyone could pick the phone, I cut the call… Yes It was my first test call…

The next morning I again called her number. Call it my luck, she picked the Phone and said, “Helloooao”. It was the sweetest voice I have ever heard in my life. We talked for almost an hour. Time just flew away. I told her that she has the most beautiful voices around. She giggled and said, " You are lying". I made it clear to her that I spoke from the bottom of my heart. Finally before I hung up, I told her that I wanted to see her. She paused for a moment and said, “Even I wanted to ask the same question to you. I will be going for my German Language classes tomorrow at 10 am. You can see me at that time”. She also told me the place where I was supposed to stand. I would be dressed up in Blue shirt and Blue trousers and She would also be in Blue attire. I had the happiest sleep that night

The next day, I woke up very early and dressed up for the occasion and yes I reached my position at 9 am. I was waiting and waiting and 10 am seemed like an eternal wait. Finally I saw her riding her yellow moped.

My heart just melted. She was an exact replica of Salma Hayek. Her skin was flawless. Her lips were like ripe tomatoes. Penelope Cruz flashed across my eyes for a fraction of a second. She came near me, parked the bike and extended her hands and said, “Hi Chriz… Beulah”...I tried my level best to give my best possible romantic smile. But I failed miserably…

“Should I kiss her extended hand?” But finally the gentleman within me took over and I shook hands with her. Her hands were as soft as a new born baby’s Bum… We talked for the next five minutes. Suddenly she said, “I’ve to go for the classes now. I will call you at 4”

I was eagerly waiting for her call that evening. “Should I ask her out?”… “Will she come out with me?”… I knew I was in love. But “Should I tell it to her?”… Questions kept on circulating my head… And then she called me up… We talked and talked…Just when I was about to ask her out; she asked, “Why don’t we meet up?”… I was very happy. Before I could control my happiness, I asked, “What about a movie this Sunday after Church?”… She readily agreed. I was the happiest human being on Earth.

I waited for Sunday… What happened next? Did I propose her on our date?

-To be concluded

186. Beulah Sam ( Part 1)

Of what use is love, if you have no one to love?

- Immanuel of Rome

Prelude: This is a true love story that happened 8 years back in the authors' life.The author will narrate this story in three parts

Beulah Sam- Part 1

It was the summer of 2000. I had just finished my first year in engineering. That evening, While talking with my churchmates, I found out that I was the only one in that gang who never had a girl friend all along. I felt so bad. I thought to myself, "Why God Why? Why only me? Even Stanley has a girl. He is just 12.Even he is mocking at me".I did not have a proper sleep for the next five days. I was desperate to have a girl friend.

Yahoo messenger came to my rescue. I logged in with my id, Iamtheguyurdadwarneduabout and tried my level best hitting methods, but the success rate was zero percentage as usual.Finally someone seemed to respond
Iamtheguyurdadwarneduabout:Hi
Beulah_Sam:Yes
Iamtheguyurdadwarneduabout : How is Uncle?
( That was supposed to be a trick. She was a complete stranger to me)
Beulah_ Sam: Do I know you?
Iamtheguyurdadwarneduabout: You are Sam Uncle's daughter? and Is he back from the hospital
Beulah_ Sam: Yes . But Dad is alright. Do I know you?Iamtheguyurdadwarneduabout : Mom told me that dad had typhoid
( I knew if I could carry this conversation a little bit longer, She could be mine)
Beulah_Sam :I guess you are mistaken. My dad is completely fine
Iamtheguyurdadwarneduabout: You are Dr. Sam's Daughter?
( Another lie from my side!)
Beulah_ Sam: Yes
( Now I did not know how to carry this conversation any further.Just then She gave me a glee of hope)
Beulah_ Sam: I guess you have mistaken me for some one else.
Iamtheguyurdadwarneduabout:I am confused now
Beulah_ Sam: Ok leave that. Tell me about you
(I was waiting for this moment)
Iamtheguyurdadwarneduabout:18/M/Pondicherry. What about you?
Beulah_ Sam:17/f/Chennai
Iamtheguyurdadwarneduabout: Chennai? I am also in Chennai now for my semester holidays
(I realized that I was showing signs of desperation. I knew I had to slow down)
Beulah_Sam:Oh ok. What do you do?
Iamtheguyurdadwarneduabout:I just finished my first year of engineering
Beulah_Sam:Cool. I just got my 12th results. I will also be doing my Engineering
Iamtheguyurdadwarneduabout:That’s good. Which College?
Beulah_Sam: Crescent Engineering College Chennai. Ok time to go. Nice talking with you. byebye

I had a peaceful sleep that Night.Our chat conversations continued everyday for the next three days…
What happened next???
Did I meet Beulah???

-To be continued
-Chronicwriter.

185. The booky taggy by May

Rules of this Tag: Pick up the nearest book.Open to page 123.Find the fifth sentence.Post the next three sentences.Tag five people, and acknowledge the person who tagged you.

Well I am looking around now. I can see my favorite book. But it is not within arms reach. My bum is still planted on the chair. I am trying my level best to reach the book now. My present pose is very similar to that of a Russian Gymnast suffering from constipation.

Finally I touched the book. Wowie... I am on the floor now. The chair is also lying on the floor. Did I just fall down? I guess so. The name of the Book is " Carnival of Wit" by Leo Rosten.

I am now turning the pages... Page number 123. I found the fifth sentence. Now I gotta post the next three sentences

Mark Twain: He was the Lincoln of Literature - W.D Howells
Positive: Being mistakenat the top of one's voice- Ambrose Bierce
SuperHighway: A prison in motion- Clifton Fadiman

Now I tag five of my blogmates
Aayushi
Busy writer
Mahatma
Jollyroger
Neethu

Now for the acknowledgement part.
I was tagged by May. She is my blogmate for a long time now. She is very regular here and she is the first person to comment on most of my posts. She writes small, simple , funny posts in her Blog.Wish her many many many more blogging years.
-Chronicwriter

184.Kids are dangerous

Disclaimer: CG (Child Guidance) reuired for reading this post
Some Kids can knock us down with their intellectual brilliance. Here are some conversations that prove this statement right

Alan- Age 12

Qns: What is the difference between Self confidence and Over confidence?

Ans:

Self Confidence = I wet my bed

Over Confidence = Only I can wet my bed

Sudhan- Age 9

Radium was discovered by Madman Curry.

Nicole- Age 6

Popular authors can win Pullet Surprise

Sherine- Age 7

Beethoven had ten children; he practiced on a spinster in his attic

Shirley- 5

Teacher: one plus one =2

Shirley: One cow plus one apple = 2???

Shabir(Age 6)

Antidote: The medicine that kills dotes.

I promised May flower, that I would do her tag today.But I just came across this quote...

" Dont put off something for tomorrow, that you can do the day after"

-Chronicwriter

183. My first wedding anniversary

My Godchild,"Jolena" celebrated her 1st birthday on the 8th day of last month. Today,on the 8th day of this month, "Chronicwriter" turns ONE.
It has been a wonderful ride all along. I have done my best to keep the upward curve intact on all my readers' faces. Keep Smiling.
On this day, I am gonna embark on a journey and tell you the reason behind the existance of this Blog. Join me in my journey down memory lane.

It was the Autumn of 2003.Now don't ask me whether we have Autumn in India.Let me make it simple and straight. That was the time I started shedding my hair. I was a fresh Engineering graduate,who dreamt big, but could achieve only less.I was heavily attracted to the internet because of the magnetic power of online chatting.My friends considered me to be a whiz in Internet... They never knew that I did not know anything other than

1) Yahoo messenger
2) Yahoo mail &
3)Google. (Don't ask me, What I used to check in Google)

On that Autumn day in 2003, I accidently searched for some funny read in Google and I came across Jammy's web page.I so much loved his posts, I started reading his posts regularly. He just made me laugh so much. After two months of reading his posts, I finally found out that this particular art is called as blogging. Soon I started hunting for more and more Blogs and I became an ardent Blog-reader. Never it dawned on me that I should also start a blog of my own.  I started my first personal and private blog that year which I eventually closed down too.

My Blog Idol- Jammy

One Fine morning, when I was in the Loo, Mr.X started talking with me

Mr.X: Hi Chrissy!!!

Me: Did you just call me a sissy?

Mr.X: Whateva.. Why don't you start a Blog.

The very same day, I started my very first Blog,"Punnaakumaama". I did not have any sense of direction and soon I lost all interest to post articles on my Blog page.Again Mr.X came to my rescue. He asked me to write stuffs related to Fun and Humor.Back in college,I was called the Chronicwriter of my college because of the regular articles that I wrote in my college magazines. Hence I started a blog with the same name.But I was having a domain in Livejournal and it made commenting very tough for Blogspot users. Thus Chronicwriter was born exactly on this day, a year back...

Click this Picture for my first post

In due course of time, I even had people visiting my blog and commenting on my Blog. Santosh and Arshat were my first Blog buddies.I met them in Jammy's Blog comment section.Soon we started commenting on each others' blogs. Humor was our common connection.The one with the frenchie is Santosh and the one with the cool glasses is Arshat. Click their pictures to view their blogs.

Time flew away with posts and more posts and soon I figured out that I indeed have a blog family. This post I am gonna give a toast to each and everyone in my Blog family... Here we go... Click the photos to view their blogs.

Brother Blogger

Jenin, My first cousin. He writes about Japan. He has his own delicate touche of humor.

Sensual Blogger

Keshi.Sense, Sensibility. She just rocks from the Oceanic region.

College Blogger

Usha.My College mate. I admire her Verbal collection.A giggly character. She can charm every one with her warm nature.

Taggy Blogger

Macadamia. She is poetic. She is philosophical and she makes me take her tags.

Violent Blogger

Sajeeve. I call him the violent Mahatma. Sarcasm is his middle name. His blogs are funny to read.

Psychological Blogger

Solitaire. She writes Psychothrillers. She is multifacted. She makes me answer lot of questions. She made me write my matrimonial ad.

Musical Blogger

Divya. I am in love with her Voice. She is gonna make it big in the Indian music Industry. Already she has a few albums to her credit.

Cute Blogger

Busywriter... Hyper... A sensible head and really cute. Now I know She is gonna get more page hits.

Prodigy Blogger

Aayushi. She is just 13. But believe me. She is a storm. She is the next big thing in the Blog world. Check her Blogs to know more

Bubbly Blogger

She Bubbles out with energy. She is just like your early morning cup of coffee. She can brighten up our day with her magic with words.
Baby Blogger

Emaan... Click his picture and you will go on saying cho chweeeet.. cutie pie.. Honey mellow choco rasagulla..

Hip Hop Blogger

Chrissy. The story teller. She creates great story boards and keeps her readers guessing till the very end.

NRI Blogger

Muthu. From Australia with Love. He was my first NRI commenter on my page. He misses his home. I know...

Bassy Blogger

Clement anna. The only person who I look up and give due respect in the blog world. A Big huge guy with a tender heart. You tend to respect some people for the values they have. He is one such person.

Intelligent Blogger

Cinderella. Philosophy, flows in her writings. The name says it all. She cuddles us with her words.

Movie Blogger

Karthik. Name any movie from any part of the Globe. He knows it. An amazing movie critic. His reviews are mind blowing.

Poetic Blogger

Naveen.. Poetic genius.. Plays with words. Strikes a chord with his thoughts.

School Blogger

Gitu...Junior in School... An accidental meeting in a church... She writes simple and light hearted posts

Band Blogger

Thomas. He plays Bass in our band"Dezembaradio". An amazing personality who stands as a testimony for god.

Research Blogger

Priti. Man She talks economics, statistics and ethics.She has a sweet voice too.

Informative Blogger

Shalini.Want to know whats Hot and New in the Blog Village? Then hop down to her Blog...

Classy Blogger

Sandy.. Classmate.. She used to come first in Class (Brainy) and I used to stand first in class(Thanx to my height)..

Yummy Blogger

Emi. My super senior in college. She is a great chef. Hungry? hop down to her Blog.

Buddy Blogger

"Neeths". She calls me Chrony.Oh yeah! A cousin.. Interesting person. She brings back the college memories.Here are Some of my regular Blog visitors ( I don't have their snaps)

Sam(Thats her pen name),
Mathi( You leave good and neat comments),
May flower(You are always the first to comment on my Blog),
Akshay(Man your photographs are cool),
Ferrin(Kids are allowed to my blog),
Veena(My cochin memory),
Nirmal(You are funny man),
Sameera(You are the latest edition in my blog life),
illusion( The last punch line of my posts)
and many more regular visitors. You guys have made this Blog travel this far.
Above all, I dedicate this post to my Lord and Savior "Jesus Christ" without whom, my humor nerves would not have worked well.
Hope you guys liked the toast...Enjoy the party

-Chronicwriter

182. Quirky 6

Emaan Baby and Macadamia Tagged me to write 6 quirky habits of mine.. In the end I have to tag a few people too...

1) I always tend to smile at people. Most often I end up smiling at strangers. I get back dirty stares most of the time. Sometimes, strangers smile back at me... Nothing can beat that
2) I love waving at kids. Often I end up waving at kids while driving my car
3) I never eat fruits without applying a coat of salt on them
4) I can even sell my car for a bunch of litchis
5) When I was a kid, I used to drink almost 5 litres of water everyday.(No wonder I used to wet my bed). If you ask me my present intake-quantity, my answer would be,"I dont pee in my bed anymore"
6) I am in Love with this girl called Renu. I have never seen her. I don't even know whether she exists. Can anyone find her for me?
..
Oh well yeah! Now the tagging part... I am not gonna restrict it to 6.. All my blog readers can take this tag
...
-Chronicwriter

181. August Rush

The music is all around us. All you have to do is Listen

- Evan Taylor

It's been ages since I watched a movie, alone. The last movie I watched alone was "The legend of 1900". It was Musical master piece and I went on to watch that movie a zillion times.


And it happened last night.Just before hitting bed at around 11 p.m., I just checked my dvd collection. I had not watched around 80% of the movies in the collection.One DVD caught my attention. The tag line read,"An incredible journey moving at the speed of sound ". I Could even feel the cd cover talking to me," Oh Chrissy! Come See me"




To sleep or to take a peep into the movie was the question. One more look at the cd cover and I switched ON the T.V. I came back to my bed, kept all my three pillows under my head and started watching the movie.


The story was very simple.

A musician father... (Louiss Connelly)





A musician Mother (Lyla Novacek)




A Bond connected by the Medley of romantic notes




And their orphaned musical prodigy," Evans Taylor", who finds them using his amazing gift of music



Watch this Video clip from the movie



Robin Williams is the Wizard in the movie. By the time the movie ended it was 2 a.m. But I was happy. I had watched one of the best musical screenplays, right down in my bedroom.

A must see for all the music lovers in the world.

-Chronicwriter

180. Beijng Diaries

My work demands me to talk and travel and lot. I am very good in the former and I am having lots of good experiences because of the latter. This post, I write to talk about the wonderful experiences I had in China.

A little bit about China before I start writing about my experiences in China. The people of China are called as Chinese. The currency in China is called as Yuan. Chinese are very friendly, Very patient. The Chinese Cuisine is the among the best in the world. "Ni Hau Ma" is the phrase that is used to greet a person in China. It means "How are You?"

I just wanted to be a little bit informative because off-late I find young kids visiting my page.I visited Beijing last October and the climate was good then. I was accompanied by my colleague during that trip and as we were of the same age group, we had a whale of a time.His name is Ebi. As we were the only two Indian souls on Chinese Soil, we used to take long walks on the streets of Beijing and by the time we returned back to our hotel, it would be well past mid night. In the picture below, Ebi is the one sitting to my left and I am the one sitting to his right.

After a couple of days in China, another one of our colleague, Anand joined us in Beijing. It was fun then.Hardcore selling in the morning hours and equally-wreck-tap partying in the evenings gave us enough balance to our daily schedule.

The food that we had in Bejing was one of its Kind. I am reserving another post for the food that we had in China.Here in the picture below, you can see Ebi, Anand and Moi posing for our Pre-food-snap

After one tiring working day, we took pictures outside our hotel and just before we entered our hotel,a gang of beautiful babes walked towards us. Ebi and Me were very happy because this was the very first time a big gang of girls were making their move on us. One girl came to me and started a conversation which sounded Cantonese and Chinese to me. I din't have my interpreter with me. So I just blinked at her. She understood my situation and came close to me and said ,"Hello". That was the most sweetest voice I ever heard in my whole life.

She kept her right hand on my cheek (The one on my face).and came very close to me. I could feel her breathing on my face. She said," Wanna massage?". I was badly needing a massage. I was about to say "Yes", when Ebi intervened and said,"Hookers". I was caught in a thin line between fame and shame now. Ebi pulled me from her grasp and we walked back inside our hotel. Our hearts were beating very fast. We went to the reception, took our keys and headed towards our respective rooms.

Me and Ebi had this habit of talking very late till we dozed off. So We both would spend the nights in the same room. That night,while we were talking about our respective college days, someone knocked at my door.It was well past 12 in the night. I looked through the eye-view-hole in the door and saw a familiar looking guy outside the door. Yes he was the same guy who was standing with the girls when they tried to corner us.I could sense a shiver running down my spine.I turned around to see that Ebi had just come back from his bath and he just had a towel around his waist. I knew very well that he was not in a position to open the door. So gathering all the courage, I slowly opened the door. I could hear giggling noises , cos Mr.Pimp had five of his girls with him. I almost froze. He smiled at me and said," Mister! This is our present to you". Just then Ebi, came to the door ( He was still with his towel around his waist).

Mr. Pimp, now was confused... He gave us a naughty smile ( I know it, kinda smile) and left the place... Even after he left, me and Ebi could not come to a conclusion why he left without torturing us with his selling tactics. Finally when we saw each other, we figured it out and we just burst out laughing...

The pimp thought that we were GAY

-Chronicwriter

179.Central Government

I am back after a week.One virus attacked another virus.Finally after one week of battling the virus, I am back; fit and fine.I thought of coming back with a bang. I could not do it unless and until I have something BANG to write about.

And yeah! I do have something,BANG to write about. It is a movie review. A Tamil movie. A Vijayaganth Starrer. The name of the movie is Arasaangam (Central Government). I saw it a week back. Let me not be the only one who suffered because of the movie. So here we Go.
BANG..BANg..BAng..Bang..bang..

The English in this post is adjusted so that the readers can understand the seriousness involved in the post. It might act as an irritational passage to read. But If you have to understand the hidden agenda in the movie, you have to bear with me..
BANG..BANg..BAng..Bang..bang..

A bunch of five guys started their journey of their lifetime to witness the 8th wonder of the world.This bunch of IT professionals had to be suitably dressed for the occassion. So they slipped themselves into professional formal attire accompanied by blazers and suitings. They did not stop with that. They even bought a pair of cooling glass each and wore it to give the proper Men in Black look. Yes they were now ready to witness the 8th wonder.

The Venue : Athulya movie Hall
Time : 9.30 P.M.
8TH wonder: Cabdun in the movie" Arasaangam"

Being die hard fans of cabdun, we took pictures standing next to his poster.. The movie starts with the best ever Introduction for Cabdun.. Cabdun sbeags Englis.. Cerdain words dhad are very spezifig only to Cabdun's dongue dwisd (toungue twist)method proved to be a soothening effect for die hard cabdun lovers like me. Click this picture to know captain's designation. Check the spelling...



Pre -Requisites for watching the movie

1) A pair of sun glasses.( we have to be a complete professional while watching cabdun movies)
2) Never watch the movie alone. Always watch the movie with atleast five of your friends.
3) If you watch the movie alone. make sure that you take along a pair of cotton wool with you.. so that you can keep them in your ears while the movie is screened. If some sound escapes into your ears, be sure that someone will help you in taking those cottong pieces and keeping it in your nose.
4) Men are not supposed to take their wife's to the movies.. The chances of the wife falling in love wit cabdun is very high
5) Babies are allowed inside the movie hall ( They should grow up as stronger citizens of the coundry)

Ok .... A few pointers from the movie...

1) The Romandic song sequence is the first of its kind in Indian Cinema History. Cabdun lies in the grassfields.. Camera zooms in and we can see cabdun's face and his magnetic eyes are blocked by a black cooling glass. The grass and the leaves move and flay according to the music and cabdun just smiles. Some where in the background( Long-shot), for a very few frames , the heroine is seen running from one end of the screen to the other.

2) A New tegnology called" OBERAZON BRAIN DEAD" is the theme behind the movie.. Usually cabdun is an exbert in fyting bakisdan derrorisds.. But in this movie , he fytes against the super power nations who try to supress our country's growth. Till the climaz, the audience never gets the answer why the operation is called " oberason brain dead".. This is one major reason for the success behind the movie. cabdun being the first reason.

3) cabdun's englis sbeaking sgills has reached an alltime high in this movie... When he says," mizen agomblized", the girls go crazy for his mastery over the language..he chairs a conference in canada and broves to everyone that he is also a very good listener. every one speaks in englis but cabdun never speaks a word. cabdun shows his simblicity in that scene. In another scene cabdun threatens a CANADIAN HARD CORE YO YO and as a result he starts speaking in tamil..

4) cabdun has two heroines in the movie.. Infact he has three heroines in the movie...the heroine is deaf and hence she falls in love with cabdun... CABDUN is a PTC ( POLICE TUTORIAL COMMISSIONER).. In short , he is a criminologist ( cabdun calls himself a GRIMINOLOGIST). But she thinks that he is a pallavan transport corporation driver and marries him.. When she comes to know that our cabdun is not a bus driver, she jumps into wet cement and commits suicide... Cabdun then picks up another girl in canada. This girl is very poor. Though she is a canadian police and speaks very god english, she doesnt have enough money to buy clothes. But cabdun realises her poor condision and emraces her in all the song sequence and covers her body from the audience view.. A true Indian..When he says to his wife," Operazon first and formalidies next", he shows that he is the next eligible man to lead the country.

5) While the audience are left confused with "OPERAZON BRAIN DEAD", our one and only cabdun introduces another operazon " OPerazon Blue thunder".. He even digs out a body from the grave.. does post mortem to the body, finds a bubble gum inside the body and takes it out and finds a IC chip inside it , which when inserted in FLOPPY drive of the computer, opened "Paint brush software" and through that our cabdun was able to decode vital statistic informasion of osama.

6) Cabdun's intellectual sbeech can even melt the villain's heart.. His punch dialogue in the movie is spoken only once. But that one punch was more than enuff to break our glasses. When the villain ties the cabdun with Iron chains and surround him with his gang of gundas ( Every one had an Ak47 in their hands) cabdun lashes out the punch dialogue " You pelieve in prawn bower".... put (BUT).... i pelieve in prain bower.... " We all whisteled to glory when this punch dialogue was spoken.

7) cabdun also changes the social security number of canadian president.... There is no comedian in this movie..As always the heroines are crazy about our cabdun

If you are not gonna watch this movie, you are missing everything in life....

-Chronicwriter