Three Cheers..

March 7th.

3 Years..
24 posts...
55 comments...

(Read in Chiranjeevi's style in the navratan cool ad :P )

This pretty much sums up my blogging on this page.
8 posts per year on an average..Duh..
Agreed that studies were the main focus for the last first two years..
So i find myself blogging well ( well in the sense of better than the previous ) from june last year..with 12 posts out of the 24 coming till date since june'07.

Google Analytics has been a very good help.But i guess i need to comment on more(newer,strangers') blogs, improve the quality and the variety of posts, and of course most importantly the frequency.

Aiming to do that in the times to come.
I've always blogged for myself and for the passion of writing something and to find myself on a constant learning and improvement curve in terms of my language,expression and quality of writing on the whole.

"Seeking to express emotional experiences along with the impressions on the external world.." I say..And i still seek that.Expression remains the order of the day,words the constitution.

It may not be an achievement.But for me it has been a space which i've always looked up to for being myself.And i love it.

Will leave you with some Statistics for the blog for the period Feb 5 '08 to Mar 6 '08
63 visits
34 absolute unique visitors
78 pageviews
1.24 average page views
00:01:00 Time on site ( Wish to improve that one )
85.71% bounce rate ( kool !! )
47.62 new visits

The body..

They found him lying in a pool of blood on the sands in the beach. The blood mixed with the wet sand was ravishing red but not pungent. His hands were tied with coconut ropes which were sold at a nook corner of the beach. The location was quite strange for such a horrible murder, because it was usually a lovers’ paradise. The quiet beach with the mountains in the back drop and warm, wet sand to stroll through and perfect palm trees and think bushes around. The body lying beneath the tree suggested that it was in harmony with the colors around and above it.

His hair was stranded. There was a calm sense prevailing in his face. It showed no emotions what so ever, but just at the look of it one got the feeling of content and warmth. It was as if he was fully content with the state his body was in. His back was stabbed with the tree branch lying beside the body now, and his white shirt with the red blood was like a new fashion statement. His rugged beard was smeared with blood as well, and his face was beaten up with such violence that it felt as if it had been banged to the rocks a thousand times. But still his eyes stood still, wide open. They looked as if they were searching for something for a long time, and had got them finally with the state he was in. Blood trickling from the nose had dried up, and looked like the icing on a cake.

His body was bruised badly, and his hands and legs showed signs of him being whipped like a cow on its back. His denim jeans, torn at the feet, were subject to the tide waters all night, and so were like fresh vegetables ready to be cooked. His fingers seemed as if they were bitten, by human or by animals it made no difference. But his palms looked as if they were desperate to hold to something very dear, but couldn’t. There was a sense of desire in those fingers. A desire to move. But in a position that they cannot. The body was still, and the hair moved gently in the sea breeze blowing in the quiet morning.

People were all around the place. For this was the first time they had heard of news about a murder in this place famous as a cupid’s home. The police came around, sealed the place for security. Called up the ambulance and started looking for clues. They searched virtually everywhere except for the deep blue waters. This was their first case in many many years, and the first murder case within their police station limits. They had only solved burglaries till now. But never murders. This was the first one, and it was a brutal one to start with. Amid sobs from the local junta,The ambulance arrived. They cleaned up the body. As soon as they lifted the body and were pushing it into the van, the police had found their clue.
It was a clue. But it left them clueless.
It said “ I love you ra – From your sweetheart” on the sand beneath the body..

Adaappavi..

" Deii..Rhomba feel pannavai " This was the first line i learnt in Tamil ( with the help of Y! audibles )..and whenever i figured out some of my friends were from Madras, i sat by their side and tried to figure out what they were talking.

During my training days, my batch happened to be mixed with a few hundred odd people from Madras.And luckily for me, few of them happened to me my batchmates then , my teammates after that.During training, i used to poke around them saying " Dude u guys have to teach me Tamil ". They asked why i wanted to learn tamil so eagerly. I used to reply saying because i am a fan of Trisha ( Read Nayanatara now :P ), i want to watch her movies.They said that we make a deal.I teach them telugu and they would teach me Tamil.

When i was into a project, i was the only guy who dint understand/spoke Tamil.One guy from Hyderabad ( my batchmate and roomie ) could understand Tamil, and my senior pros in the project used to speak in Tamil I cudn't figure out what they were speaking about and also looked a bit foolish when i used to smile at the jokes which i dint understand.But then determination paved in.And slowly but surely, i have started to understand little bit of tamil, though i can't speak it except for small words and phrases like " Vaymudu" , " Saaptiya " , " Solraan " , " Adaappavi "( I heard it wada-pav the first time, the food freak which i am :P ) .And i've been addicted to use "da" and "macha" along with "maadi","mama","babai","orey"..

Got to know that Tamil has its very own slangs like all languages do, and that the one spoken in Madras is the cocktail of tha lot.My cousins stay in chennai, and so i messaged them one day saying "Saaptiya ?", and they were like what's wrong with this guy..

PS : Naan oru thadamai sonna, nooru thadamai sonnaa maadiri :)

PPS : NOM

PPPS : I prefer 'Madras' to 'Chennai' , 'Bombay' to 'Mumbai', 'Calcutta' to 'Kolkata', 'Poona' to 'Pune', 'Bangalore' to 'Bengalooru'...

PPPPS : I wanted to write more, but dont know why i am unable to write what i intended to