"chupru"MAN

"Look up in the sky.....
It's a bird,
no it's a plane...
ahagn, its that idiot again."


Morphing isn't my piece of cake, I know.
But I don't care.

Non-sense Vs Some-sense.

Sometimes, you climb out of your bed and tell yourself.. you will do it, "yes I will";
but laugh inside loud; of how many times you have felt the same way.
You walk to the loo, do your thing and look in the mirror while you brush, wondering, why!!!
"Why should I have such horrible hair, such ugly gums, such horrid jaws and yet, that God given smile". Smile, the next door girl waits for, smile your colleague wish for, smile your boss hates.

It's true that every one of us is ugly, in a sense difficult to explain, but yes we are ugly. Even with all this ugliness there is something nice, some thing that could make someone else's day a little better, a little sweeter.

For some reason I find the snort my neighboring cubical guy makes pretty interesting; though it gets the heat out of everybody. They say it's disgusting; "hey have you ever thought about yourself?, he only snorts, and you......!!!"
All this so delightful yet so disappointing.

-Sunita i love your smile,
-Mahesh your hair looks good any day.. may be just 5 strands, but they are great
-Remya talk less sing more,
-and Yash keep snorting.

"Stay in Touch"...a surprising candour.

Is it necessary to “stay in touch”?
When a friend of yours, move out of your place or shifts his work to another town, is it important that you stay in touch?
I don’t think so. In my list of friends who have left me, there are many who complain through common buddies about my lack of interest to “staying in touch”, and then, there is this other kind, who don’t even care to speak to me. The latter contains a few, to whose bedroom I can walk in at any time of the day, and ask for a lump of money, and not return disappointed. My point is; if he/she is your friend then what is the necessity to “stay in touch”. You don’t have to call, mail or even spend your hard earned money to say hello, to some one who calls himself/herself your friend, so that when he/she comes back to town, they will have a reason not to meet or call you.
The few reasons for you to call your friend, is usually because.......
1) you need help (monetary mostly)
2) invite him/her to your wedding
3) tell him/her that u need a place to stay in his town.
Do you actually have to have a scheduled call or mail for this? I don’t think so.
Yes you could ring up your buddy when u feel corny , for support, to get that itch out of your head, to bitch about your Ex, to know what is hep-n-hap in Detroit.

Oh, and there are a few who behave like they were lovers, WTF!!!! .You could call your girlfriend or boyfriend to feel important once in a while, not your friends.

This is my sack of thoughts, it is not to exonerate why I don’t “stay in touch”, but it sure crossed my mind why my so called “friends” complain. I may have been explicit with an uncomfortable lack of candour about friendship, but what the hell it’s my blog.

You don’t have to call or mail me and you surely can’t walk into my bedroom; but I will be there to help you any time.....hmm any time except times I am sleeping, eating, working, playing, driving, swimming, painting, watching porn...............

When the tough gets going.. u burn your face.

When something has to go wrong it does; but bhagvaan karae not like, what happened to sankar; almost blinding him. A caracker burst right in front of his face (they call it the BOMB). He burnt most of his eye lashes and sustained minor injuries to the eye. Thanks to the spectacles, otherwise I would have had to make a "sequel BLACK" inspired by 'blind' sankar. Well all this happened inside a car, his car.

Since the day "GREEN GOBLET" ( Sankar’s car) crossed the Karnataka TamilNadu border, Sankar has been undergoing a spell of sweet revenge. Is it because he drove the car rough on Cochin roads? or is it because he keeps saying “the damn santro sucks".

As far as my memory goes, he drove the goblet on B-lore roads 5 times; once getting rammed by a blind auto guy; another time running down a beggar lady; and yes getting the wind shield cracked latter.
Other two times he drove in B-lore, he came back in a state of shock. Could not speak, neither could he feel his palm; paavam was scared.
I too have been driving the goblet but never had a problem; makes me wonder!! am I the psychopath inside the cars mind; that makes Sankar ... Spiderman......

Today is a holiday for me; maha-shivraathri. All the more reason for me to slug at home alone, albeit a basketball game scheduled for the evening, I am looking forward to. Roopa has promised me the CD s written, can't wait to listen them.

Birds didn’t chirp for spring, neither did my predictions.

Shockers do come but nothing like this; winning the critic’s and viewer’s choice for the best picture, “Aviator” never made it to the stage. Was the academy drunk when they judged?!!!
“Million Dollar baby” winning the "Best picture";.... was the academy right? I wonder..... Hilary swank winning the “Best actress”. now all this makes me want to see the movie even more. If only I had watched it before my last post, I would have had a different opinion and would'nt have lost so much money. Did that sound like an “excuse”; well a critic needs to explain why he wrote what he wrote, right!!

When the curtains fell there was a hush, Clint Eastwood and Hilary were hugging, congratulating and jumping around, they missed the cynical eyes prowling them; especially Martyn scorsese’s. “Aviator” was good; to add to his other classics “Gangs of New York”, “Raging bull”, “Casino” “Colour of Money” … damn he deserved the Best director… I know emotions don’t work; but I’m human .. above all a mallu…. Cribbing is in my blood.

Morgan Freeman; nominated four times and never won. His award poured some water on the fire;

Cate Blanchett’s role was undoubtedly worth a walk to the stage; her role as Katharine Hepburn was dealt very well; hey the director did his job well; is the academy listening!!! Martyn deserves an award!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jamie Foxx – Never again cry on stage.

Chris Rock – I love you; you were great (at least that’s what I heard).

Though I lost my money, disappointment is for other reasons….. how could they forget Martyn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Can’t wait to watch “Million Dollar Baby” ; in my list of boxing movies lets see where this one fits.

Spring is here, so are the OSCARS

Game of guessing and betting is back in town, with just hours left for the glitter and glamour to start,I place my predictions and rouge thoughts on the nominees.
This is my sack of bricks and roses. If anything goes wrong, I am not to be blamed, blame the Academy. Not to forget, this is a mallu's write.

Best Actress.
Annette Bening ("Being Julia"), Catalina Sandino Moreno ("Maria Full of Grace"), Imelda Staunton ("Vera Drake"), Hilary Swank ("Million Dollar Baby"), Kate Winslet ("Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind")
I say: Kate winslet; for she who did all the "anoop does not like" roles; was in a very different role.With “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” out of "Best picture" race i'll want her to be on stage.

Best Actor.
The Nominees: Don Cheadle (“Hotel Rwanda”), Johnny Depp (“Finding Neverland”), Leonardo DiCaprio (“The Aviator”), Clint Eastwood (“Million Dollar Baby”), Jamie Foxx (“Ray”)
I say: Jamie Foxx. A lure for DiCaprio still i'll stick to Jamie, for the character he potrayed, more his resemblance to Charles.

Best Picture:
The Nominees: “The Aviator,” “Finding Neverland,” “Million Dollar Baby,” “Ray,” “Sideways”
I say:“The Aviator,”; for the way it was directed the flare it has on the screen, for; give Martin Scorsese a god damn oscar.

Reading for those of you who think "Black" will make it to the Oscars; do look forward to a far shot at Indian presence.
"Village" is a nomiee for "Achievement in music written for motion pictures (Original score)". James Newton Howard is the contender though; not its director.

Safe After de Punch........ sequel "On-Bench"

One month "On bench" (software lingo) and 55 rounds of talk with my HR, who addressed me as Mr. Gummar; I had lost it. Felt like an idiot; nothin new , it was always an addundum with my designation; The 'Softbare engineer'.
I have been assigned to a new circle SAP for ABAP training.
Henceforth I will be addressed as “SAP Consultant”, ain’t no more a freakin softbare engineer.
We are being trained on ABAP. Will be working for a ‘sweet’ client NESTLE. I have been promised the best tech and newest architecture, something called the SPLIT architecture (not sure if I got that right) loads of chocolate, milk and noodles; I am very much lookin forward to this project.
There is more to all this tech wise but will be able to pen down when the actual training starts, right now rubbin my ass for a day at office, with some thing they call “The induction”; nice cover up for siesta.

I Almost forgot, my friend got a BP of 180 (normal is 120). For those with slow gray cells; BP happens to be his blood pressure, nothin to do with brain n stuff.
"Sandeep ass hole take care"; ah and just in case u are wondering, he is only 24.

Self-ish

Growing up in a port town (Cochin) in the State of Kerala; surrounded by family. Expectations and aspirations are limited in such an environment. I could have made a living exploiting the usual government jobs offered or stick to the software development job currently having, but prefer to do similar work as a corporate executive. I have one sibling, my sister who is finishing her undergraduate study in a reputed college in Cochin, specializing in ‘Family and Community Science’, my mother is a graduate who never worked and is happy being a house wife; her agenda of family activities is always packed with house hold chores. Most of my family is employed in the government services, which instilled in me at a very young age, the concept of work. The artistic instincts in me grew when I was exposed to the Art field on a professional level, by a guru who was known to my father. My father has always been an inspiration to me. He made it to a government job from a back ward village; all through his hard work and sportsman skills. He got selected to the civil body of Cochin Port Trust and from there he never shifted jobs.
You see, one thing that my father lacked was ambition; as a small town boy, my dad maintained many of the 60’s ideologies of peace, love and understanding. In other words, the establishment, rules, and the conventional way of doing things he avoided adamantly. For some reason, growing up, I grew to resent this. In fact, it angered me so much that after an argument that hit the very nerve of this resentment, I swore to make it on my own.

I joined college in a different town and started to grow away from my family especially my father; my dad and I did not speak to one another for a long time, despite his repeated attempts to contact me.
After all, I was focused. I had my career to take care of. I had my studies, my athletic activities, my money making schemes to pay back the load, my fraternities -- I had my future in front of me. I, indeed, intended to make up for years of ambition that my father squandered. I almost lost the feel and companion of my father.
I am stubborn. I sometimes allow my belief in my own correctness to do more harm than good. Most times, I don’t realize it. In this case, the realization of my stubbornness was like a brick in the face. I had allowed my own goals, objectives and beliefs to come between myself and probably the most important and influential individual my life has seen, and, to this day, I only regret it.

Bikers way, the "HIGH"way

She draws me...

The day I made the deal,
she completely blew my mind!

"Who in hell does she think she is"?
I have to make her mine!

Wicked, wild, she draws me,
Deep into her life; I dare!

Alone, unappreciated, rejected,
Unloved and still,
I care; I do,
I care

where there is a "WILLS" there is a way...

About the Smoker who survives..

Today morning this tripe, sandeep blurted at tea session reminded me of an uncle I knew.We visited him in the hospital when I was in 12th standard and some one told me he was suffering from some kinda cancer caused by tobacco smoking.By standers also had that forsaken look when they said "I hope his son makes it here on time".
This was 6 years back, Recently I spoke to the same uncle on phone, he asked, "I hope your girlfriends are fine Anoop!".
That man survived, He's still "SMOKIN"......his wife is happy, and his son SMOKES.

(please interpret the above as required)

I guess you should never give up what you like, whatever that be.

'THEY' always have Laothy pictures for anything and everything; from sinless DPS-school girls to , to ozzy-shows; does that stop your craving for "mama i am coming home"??? or watch the hottie jerk off a looser?

now go find your "WILLS"...