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Should she or shouldnt she ??

Has your brand new Dell laptop ever seemed to you like a person standing in front of you to butcher you ?? Well , for me , it has.. :) Yes.. I had my CF 2 mid term , the very next day and I was rushing through those slides , the day before the exam. I opened my IP messenger in frustration to join one of those 'I HATE FINANCE' groups .. I did not find any !! Boy !! Instead , was attracted to a particular group name that said அன்பிற்கும் உண்டோ, அடைக்கும் தாழ் ? I saw the number of people in that group.. a lone person.. who I havent spoken to much , yet a person who I knew fairly well . I wanted to join the group and so I did.. Those lines from the famous thirukkural kept ringing in my head...thanks to that IP friend of mine for makin me realise the power behind this verse :) I sat in my environmental management class , penning down a short story , based on this verse :)

It was a Saturday morning. Cool breeze felt the contours of my face. “Amma”, she shouted from the terr…

THE Game.. and the emotions sometimes

"Buzzz" rang my phone... and I picked it up with all laziness.. I half opened my eyes to see who had messaged me and it was a pleasant surprise :) One of my frens.. Who I haven spoken to much.. But a good fren and an amazing person.. A true critic of my writing.. He reads every post diligently and gives me his frank opinion.. "Write something about football" read the message :) Well here is one for u dude.. Hope its a nice read :)

Some day in some month of the year 1998 , it was FIFA time.. This time the world cup was in France.. There was great excitement in the air .. It was my first year in Chennai.. I had jus left the place I loved so much.. Hyderabad .. and arrived at Chennai.. to my cousin's place... My parents were still at Hyderabad.. I came early since I was to join school..I had to stay at my aunt's place wid my cousin.

It was the n th time that he put that remote control down in frustration..The match w…

Compromise - A word we all hate to hear..

"Give me that toy.. Its MINE.. " shouted my 6 year old sister.. I had to let go of it yet again.. the GI JOE toys I loved so much.. I walked away , seething in anger when my mom said "Compromise pannu... she is younger to u ".. Duh !! She always supports that devil grrr.. I stormed out of the house .. When I came back , my mom had made chappathis.. again !?!!?! Damn !! They are so hard to eat..I told my thatha "Kashtam.. she makes it like they are tiles.. shall I drop one on the floor and show u ??".. "Shh!!" he said and continued "Compromise.. she is elder to you and she is your mother.." Damn that word again.. Suddenly compromise sounded like an F word to me.. an unparliamentary word.. something I hated to hear..

10 years later , here I stand , knowing the true meaning of the word... Its this.. the rules are simple..
1) We have to know the rules
2) Compromise is something like science and technology .. A doubl…

Have u ever tried answering this ????

I still remember .. It was a Monday morning. My dad sat on his chair in the porch , reading the sports page of the Hindu.. I used to always or rather i still wonder if even the ' proof reader ' would read it so intently.. Grrr... The only thing I hate about newspapers is that it robs me of all the beautiful morning chats wid my dad , or rather shortens them.. (Duh.. no one can stop me from talking.. ).. I pulled the paper and went and curled up to him.. "No school kanna ? " "I have appa.. I jus wanted to talk to u before that.."

Immediately after I said that , my dad looked straight into my eyes as if he was reading the newspaper in my eyes.. He always does that.. looks through me.. and he asked "What is it that you are confused about today ? ".. Wow !!! He knew me so well.. So i started off .. "Appa How do we judge our progress and how do we ensure if we are in the right direction to reach our goal ? "