Instant Meme 2010

December 31 2010

Nobody tagged me. But I saw this in some Blog when I was blog hunting. I liked the set of questions. So I thought of answering the set of questions as well as tagging a few people.
Here I go...

1.What does your phone look like?

2. What is on the walls of your bedroom?
Ants doing their ramp walk all the time. I have a Rajinikanth & AR Rahman poster that also has their hall of fame speech.

3. What is your current desktop picture?
Krithi! My God child. She is 5 years old.

4. Do you believe in love marriage?
Am a failure in that type. But I believe in happy marriages. So if you can be love marriage, why not?

5. What do you want more than anything right now?
Play AR Rahman music.

6 . What time were you born?
09.35 AM – as recorded in my dad’s old HMT watch.

7. Are your parents still together?
Yup. Dunno if my kid would answer the same way when he gets tagged with this.

8. Last person who made you cry?
Anitha. Check my earlier posts.

9. What kind of hair/eye color do you like in the opposite sex?
Any natural colour. Black soft hair with brown eyes. Or a Salma Hayek look alike would make me turn around and ogle.

10. Do you like pain killers?
I was on pain killers for more than 2 years when I had the problem. I like them when I am in pain.

11. Who was the last person who made you smile at the end of this year ?
*My niece Aishu; when She called me “uuuhhhuu mmma ma!” over the phone.
*When ever I see my desktop picture always My God child Krithi
*Vicky my bro's profile picture.

Wishing you all  a happy & prosperous new year !

Okay, the new year, welcome world. I am awake. Hit me with your best shot this year. I can take it!.

Too many fools, I believe

December 30 2010

to be loved.....
Internet tries to tell me all about Love
Yet I am mystified…
Night after night
Too much candy, I perceive
Too many fools, I believe

Love me
When the grass says I am yellow
Love me
When all the words fade
Love me
When the illness takes over
Love me
Whenever you find time to Love me….

Of that SMS musingly typed
One sluggish night,
Saved in Drafts, yet never sent

Love me
Like the spring in winters
Love me
The way you eat a chocolate cake
Love me
At every station
Love me
The way you want to love me

Of those calls expected after a stupid fight
Never answered;
Yet enough to light up her face

Love me
Under the vast blue sky
Love me
Under shadow of those heavy clouds
Love me
Under those satin sheets
Love me
Anywhere you want to love me

doodled by Pepsiboy

A Special Dish For This New Year!

December 29 2010

The chef is launching his recipe diary with a tough lesson. I request all my readers to take a pencil and paper and note the points , I am gonna write here. These points would help you in becoming a world class chef like me. Without much adu, let us get into action

"How to boil water? "
Ingredients needed:
Kitchen : 1 no
Human being : 1 no ( It can be you)
Audience : 1 and above( Passive audience to watch you cook)
Water : One liter
Container : 1 ( Please note that the container is not made of plastic.)
If the container is small and if it could not accommodate 1 Liter of water, then you can use more than one container for cooking.
Dress used by Mallika Sherawat : 2 Nos (For holding the container while conducting the cooking process. This is to increase the glamour effect while cooking)

The reader is requested to stop oggling at the picture and continue reading.
Gas stove: 1 no
Gas cylinder : 1 no
( If gas cylinder is not available, then there is no point of having a gas stove.You should have a good lateral thinking process like the author)
Kerosene stove : 1 no ( If gas stove is not available)
Clock: 1 no ( If the clock is not in proper working condition, another clock can be used)
Match stick : 1 box ( For those that do not know how to use a matchstick, The author would devote another post on it)
Lighter : 1 no ( Those who are scared of using a match stick can use the lighter )

Let us proceed step by step

1) The human being (cook) can go inside the kitchen
2) Connect the gas cylinder to the gas stove
3) Ignite the stove using the matchstick/ Lighter
4) Gently pour water inside the container and place it on the stove
5) The audience should clap at this juncture
6) From now on, the cook's hands should not come in contact with the container without the help of mallika sherawat's clothes
7) The cook can do an item number for his/her own song for five minutes ( The clock comes into use now)
8) Bubbles would form on the top layer of water with a zzzzzzblblblblu sound ( Bubbles accompanied by any sound other than zzzzzzblblblblu should be disqualified)
9) Water is boiled and is ready to serve
10) To test if water is boiled or not, the cook can immerse his/her right index finger inside the container. If heat-boils appear on the finger, then you can be assured that the water is indeed boiled.

I am Sure you all will enjoy this new year with tasty boiled water. If you 've any doubt, please call me to my personal number 9.......6669


December 28 2010

Shushma Swaraj tried the unachievable act by trying to hug MISS. Jayalalitha.(the class teacher of AIADMK students) Her attempt was unsuccessful.She could only cover 20 % of Jayalalitha's body and that itself was a record of sorts in recent times.
Miss Jayalalitha was under Mr.Pepsi's scrutiny yet again. This time, he caught the single-Virgin momma of Tamil soil red handed when she received a bunch of yellow roses from Mr.RAM-DOS. Mr. RAM DOS is the founder of DOS programming language and the speed of the computer is measured using his first name RAM.

Angry MAN-age-ment

December 27 2010

Last time, I got angry, I was slapped. I never get angry these days. Even if I am angry, I never show it out. The following three pictures are the pictures of the three most angry living beings on earth.

1) Bisa, the Chimp from Africa.

2) Kuruvammma, the bitch from Vannandurai, Chennai.

3) Terror Romeo, the immature bear from Tamil Cinema.
- Prabhupepsi

Are U superstitious?

December 26 2010

YES! I am superstitious...
I never believed in superstitions, fortunes,black magic, vOOdoo, witchcraft. But last week's incident has changed my take on the whole issue...

Last week's Issue

December  23rd 2010:21:30 hrs - I had Mutton fry and mutton sausage for dinner.

December 24th 2010:04:00 hrs - first call from nature.

December 24th 2010:05:30 hrs - second call from nature.

December 24th 2010:06:00 hrs - third call from nature.

December 24th 2010:06:39 hrs - I logged on to orkut. Orkut provides with a daily fortune service. My daily fortune for the day was, " You will prosper in what ever you do,today"
And I really prospered that day. I am glad that I did not have to prosper for one whole week.

I am superstitious now.

Why Men Are So Happy?

December 24 2010

Men are never depressed.
Men Are Just Happier People.
Men are very simple creatures.
The garage is all theirs.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
They can never be pregnant.
Car mechanics tell the truth.
The world is their urinal.
They don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
Wrinkles add character.
One mood all the time.No mood swings
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
They know stuff about cars.
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
If someone forgets to invite them, he or she can still be their friend.
Their inner wear is Rs 100 for a three-pack.
One pair of shoes is more than enough.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
They only have to shave their face.
They can wear shorts no matter how their legs look.
They can "do" their nails with a pocket knife.
They have freedom of choice concerning growing a moustache.
They can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.
No wonder men are happier !!!!!

Punishment for kasab

December 23 2010

The Kasab verdict sparked a trigger on Twitter and a hashtag #punishment for kasab became popular. Some of the tweets that caught my attention are added here.

Make him date Mayawati
Make KASAB to inflate the MRF blimp using only his mouth!!
48 hours in a locked room with nithyananda ( that is punishment for nithyananda)
Make him listen to Terror Romeo's speech (That is not a punishment. That is entertainment)
Make him watch "sura movie" hundred times.

Do you know English?

December 22 2010

Why do I have (a)  bad English?
Every time I type a blog post, I always try my level best to avoid grammatical glitches and spelling mistakes. But I always end up making at least one error in every post. I don't know whom to blame? Should I blame my school? Should I blame my English teachers? Should I blame my folks? or should I blame my own laziness? I did my entire schooling in a place called Pollachi. I studied in six schools in my life .

Kindergarten to class 4 - Arokia Matha Primary School
English was an enforced language in that school. Our standard of English never improved. In fact, it got bad because even the teachers were not comfortable with the English language. I don't want to sound like a racist here. Still our English during those days sounded like the Chinese speaking English.The following are some of the conversations that my friends and I have had with our class teachers.

Miss, Gayathri was stole my rubber ( The usage of "was" to denote a past event was used by us and our teachers never corrected us) {Note:Rubber is the Indian English for eraser}
Miss, Can I go bathroom? ( I am sure that many of my readers have the habit of first call in the bathroom.) The word toilet was not much used in my school
Miss, I winned ( I have won)
The only solace for me was that we used to converse in English at home. But my sister Viji Akka had a good grasp of the English language. She used to correct me every time and hence I would often resort to speaking in Tamil at home. But still the sitcoms helped me to stay in touch with English. Invisible Man, Oshin, Street Hwak were some of my favorite programs on TV.

Class 5 to Class 9 - Scott Viswadeepthi Higher Secondary School
The first English medium school in Pollachi. It was started by Christian missionaries centuries ago. English was an alien language in this school. The yearly tuition fee was Rs.25. I was introduced to Tamil Golden words in this school. Speaking in English was considered a crime by every student who attended this school. Hence I never had an opportunity to converse in English.The teachers were very good. Yet the students were not up to the mark.

But again, the conversations at home helped me to stay in decent touch with the language.. My sister's vocabulary was in a huge margin and I failed to understand 90 % of the English words that she used.
When my parents found that their enforced method was not effective, they made it compulsory for me to read the "HINDU" newspaper everyday. I would spend time on the cinema column. It never worked for me. I had love for films; but I hated English very much. Little did I realize that the parents of my classmates from my previous school also had similar ideas. A bunch of guys from AMS School landed up in Viswadeepthi Higher Secondary School and we were so comfortable talking in Tamil.

Class 12 - Vidya Vinaya Vinodha School, Chennai.
Soon I figured out that Vidya Vinaya Vinodha School was in fact worser than my previous school. The students of this school were from the families of upper middle class homes , NRIs and VIPs in Chennai. Hence English came very naturally to most of them. But unfortunately, there were lost sheep like me too.

Most of the students were really good. Still the teachers were an utter failure. Jayanthi miss was the best example for this. The British Government should erect a statue for her for his noble deeds in English. She is still surviving as a teacher in the school. A present day student of that school took pains to scribble down Jayanthi miss's golden words in a piece of paper.

My English started improving only after I started writing. I also realized that even if one has a good grasp of the English language but still falls short of ideas and content, he/ she doesn't make a good writer. If only I had stayed inside my comfort zone developing an inferiority complex because of my bad English, I would have never started this blog in the first place.

I would like to thank my dear friend Sruthi, who takes time to constructively correct my English. There have been many such good souls who have helped me in my blog journey. I sincerely thank all you guys. This post doesn't answer the question, "Why do I have a bad English?". But still you would have sensed the take away pointers from this post, if you understood what I am actually talking about.

Do you think that you are not worth it? Did any one say to you that are a loser? If you are in such a position, I have a story for you

Once a farmer found an abandoned eagle nest and a warm eagle egg inside it. He took it to his farm & laid it in the nest of one of his hens.The egg hatched and the eagle grew up along with the chickens and spent its entire life in the farm with the chickens. It rarely looked up. When it was very old, one day it lifted up its head and saw above it a wonderful sight - an eagle soaring high above in the sky. Looking at it, the old creature sighed and said to itself,"If only I'd been born an eagle".

Many of us are like the eagle. We often curb our capabilities and slumber within our comfort level. We seldom come out of our shell and exhibit our full potential.

We might have attempted and failed in achieving our goal in life. If we see some one attempting the same thing, we often discourage them based on our experiences.

We all have an eagle within us. Do we realize that? or Are we still chickened to acknowledge that?

Agent Charan

December 20 2010

I had a very tiring day and just when I was about to hit the sack, my mobile phone started ringing.I looked at the mobile phone.It read, Prime Minister calling

I immediately knew that the matter was really serious.Yes It was the Prime Minister of the country. For those who never knew that the Prime Minister and I are very close friends, it is time that you realized that you are actually reading the blog of a very important person of this country. Let me get back to the point. I picked the call
Me: Hi Manny (Manmohan Singh -That is how I call him)
PM: Hi Pepsi boy. It is a very important matter
Me: Ok! Tell me. How can I help you
PM: The enemies have planned to attack our country. They have formulated a secret code and we need your help to decode this deadly code. Can you please save the country?
Me: Ok. Pull Anty for this call. Let us have a conference call
(Antony is the Defence Minister of the country and that is how I call him)
Ring... Ring
DM:Hello PM. It is a pleasure getting a call from you.
PM: Mr Defence Minister, This is a Conference call.We have the Most respected Pepsi, also in this call
Me: Hey Antony... 'ssup?
DM: Hi thala. It is my privilege. I was trying your number. But as usual you were busy on a call with some babe.
Me:Coming to the point , How can I save the country?
DM: The enemies have devised a code. They call it the "Purple Red or Yellow" code.We have no clue what it is all about. We need your help
Me: Go to sleep Antony and Manny. I'll take care of this
I kept the phone. My granny has adviced me to keep my telephonic conversations short and sweet.
I went to my bed and my thinking cells usually work in midnight. The moment I stepped inside my room, I had the answer to the problem. Immediately I came out of  my room, took my mobile phone and rang up my brother Sridhar Anna.
My bro has a Lovely Kid, Charan "2". I knew very well that this kid is the best in the business when it comes to code breaking. Charan has broken 24 toys so far and he is an expert in breaking the rules at home.

I told the matter to Charan and he said,"Do not worry, Uncle...I would break the Purple Red or Yellow code and save our country". I kept the phone and slept in peace.This little kid indeed decoded the code and saved our country. He is turning 3 tomorrow .  So letus wish him a Happy happy Birthday Charan.....


December 19 2010

India is a full of small time traders who are the retailers to major chunk of the population. My family buys milk from a milk vendor,called palkaramma(meaning: milk trading woman in tamil)whose real name many even dont know, Since to everyone she is known as and only as the palkaramma. Palkaramma has some cows and buffaloes with which she makes her living. We get fresh cow milk everyday delivered by the palkaramma. Yesterday she came to my house to give sweets for the birth of her grandson. My family’s dealing with these trader date back to more than 2 years. Its amazing to see that any amount of advertising and other marketing by packeted milk hasn't spoiled this relationship. This is what is the ”indianness” of retailing. Retailers in India are more than just traders,they have an emotional connect and a lifelong relationship with their customers.They are more like extended part of the family.

actually I am on diet!

December 18 2010

Two sandwiches,
Idiyappam with coconut chatni,
A Medhu Vadai,
Two dosais,
A piece of black forest,
Little bit of Sambar Vadai,
A packet of ground nuts,
Two Idlis,
A coffee,
A tea
2 Capsicum Bajjis,
6 Jamuns,
And rice with pepper rasam and Potat fries  .
All this is what I ate for a day!
Well actually I am on diet.

Nothing for me please!

December 17 2010

My friend Guganesh have come down to India from Malaysia.

What Indonesianwalas were in the 70s, the Malaywalas are today. They always come back with goodies for everybody. This being the Christmas season, I wouldn`t be off target if I compared him to Santa Claws. Oops! Santa Clause.

Living up to the expectations – in fact even exceeding him – he bought me an Ipod. He had called me one month earlier to check what I wanted.

“I am coming to India next month. Anything I can bring for you?” It was him on the speaker phone and my parents listening.

My parents have always taught me to refuse at least three times before accepting anything. So, I quickly said: “Nothing for me please. Nothing for me please. Nothing for me please,” and waited for him to respond.

It was him who spoke again: “No da macha, I want to gift you something. Thought I should check with you and buy you something you need.”

I had only three seconds to respond. The character of a man is decided in these three seconds. I had a few options – refusing his gift and telling him that I would be excited if he stayed with me for a few days, was the best option. The worst option was to list out the things I wanted from Malaysia – barring logs of course we have a sawmill.

With the fear that he might give in any moment and say, “OK then, no gift for you this time”, I replied: “I really think you should not take all the trouble.”

“It is no trouble at all. In an hour`s time I am going out for shopping and I could get you whatever you want.” Thats my true friend.

My mind went racing. I had bought gifts for so many people (none exceeding Rs 300/-). Before I walk into a store, I have always asked myself a few questions -

Do I really need to gift this guy – will he be useful to me?
Will this guy ever gift me back?
Will this gift ensure better results when I forward a resume to him?
Is there a possibility that I am overdoing it – will he/she be happy with a Rs 200/- gift?

My mind came back to the present. I had to quickly come up with a gift item…else I might be gifted with a Gillette deo, a Gillette shaving foam and a Gillette shampoo (if at all Gillette makes that). The problem with suggesting a gift was …I didn`t know his budget and I didn`t know what the Malaysia is famous for, besides teak woods and logs of course.

If he were in Iraq…I could have asked for an armored tank.
If he were in Palestine, I could have asked for an AK-47.
If he were in Pakistan, I could have asked for a kilogram of RDX.
If he were in Russia, I could have asked for a pinch of Polonium.
If he were in Netherlands, I could have asked for some cocaine. Apparently, it is legal to buy and sell drugs there.

Since he were sitting in Malaysia, I said: “I am fine with anything as long as it is a Ipod supporting mp4.”

He reached India today and I have my Ipod. The problem is….I should gift him something for his wedding. I tried to argue with myself…but the argument ended with a cost of 5000 bugs, a Titan wedding watch for this monkey & his wife.

I am happy to be single

December 16 2010

I would like to confess that Anitha was the first Y of my life. I still love her. But every time I think of Anitha, her hubby's huge frame also comes into the picture. On such occasions I would immediately stop thinking about her. Sometimes I wish that I had a girlfriend; but I have to admit that I am indeed happy to be Single. Quite recently, I read an article about Alfie - The thirteen year old Dad. Now a days Alfie's face appears in my dream and he gives me a great complex for being single.

Devotional delights - Harivarasanam

December 15 2010

Composed by Sacred Chants
Background score by Stephen devassy
Story Narration by Prabhupepsi
Mixed @ Google Valet Store

My Football Poetry

December 14 2010

My first day in the football field
I did not have a proper shield
Like a lightening came a boy so small
And kicked the wrong Ball
Harley's, Planes and Racing Cars
I even saw my grandpa's and some twinkling Stars
Agony and pain was in a Tangle
I thought I was in Bermuda Triangle
I limped,then I fell and I crawled a mile
Painful memory; But now it just leaves a smile

We all have painful memories. Some memories would have been so painful when we encountered it. But when we turn back and look back at those painful moments, we might end up having a smile in our faces. Everyone would have painful memories - be it emotional or physical.
But do we cling on to the painful memories?
Do we have the strength to look at such moments and Smile

Note: Painful memories that you have come across,can be shared in the comment section. Please note that the aim is not to vent or crib in the comment box, but to convey your positive take on painful memories. It might be soothening for many pained souls.

Computer lab

December 13 2010

School Days would be the most memorable phase in every one's life. Most of you would have passed out of school long back. But still when you read this post, you will remember those days for sure.

The fun all of us had during those days would be still fresh in our memory. The crushes on teachers, First love, class room bench fights, blackboards, stealing chalk pieces, Physical education classes, eating under the tree while crow shits on your lunch box, spraying ink on your classmate's white uniforms, assembly prayer prayer , writing nicknames of teachers on toilet walls,copying in exams, threatening your enemies not to talk with the girl you like, class tours, gangs in classes, slam books, last bench boys like me are some of the incidents that float in the top of my mind when I think about my school life.

But one incident that all of us loved the most would be the two hour class session that happen in labs. The first real exposure to team work begins in these labs. The labs are places where experiments are done. Talking about experiments, I remember a  quote by Dave Barry "What ever you do, maintain a very good rapport with lab assistants. They help you during practical exams."

Computer Labs
Computers... Computers... Computers... When I took computer science as my specialization subject in school, Computers were just making inroads into the education system. I wanted to become an IT geek. I have ended up as an Blogging creep.

"Basic" programming language was the most happening programming language then. If one could remember the DOS prompts by-heart, then he was treated as a computer genius.

The first thing that comes into my mind is playing games in the computer lab. Dave,Maria, Prince of Persia and sky roads were the major games during those days. If you know the cheat codes, you are a computer genius. The Internet images of our favorite heroins like Aish, Jflopez,  Madonaa.....was also making inroads. The corner computer in the computer lab are always used to view Internet pictures. The lab assistants also joins in for company. When girls are around, the boys seldom use the corner computer. Any boy using the corner computer, automatically became the bad boy among the girls. Switching off the computer when someone types a long program gives you the kick. Also unplugging the keyboard and mouse wires from the socket would make the user go bonkers for sometime. I don't know much about the computer labs of the present generation students.

You can share your lab memories in the comment section.

Happy Birthday Thalivaa!

December 12 2010

You are my Idol, May this B'day brings you peace and joy. Love you  Thalivaa!

To the perfect couple

December 11 2010

Wishing you a happy wedding anniversary Anna & Anni 

Criminal Protection act

December 10 2010

For those who do not know, I would like to remind that this blog is strictly copy-right and copy-left protected under the Corporate and Criminal Protection act. This act was jointly cleared by Suresh Kalmadi and Mr.Nithyanandha(Ranjitha's fiancee). So if you wish to forward any of my posts, please provide the URL of this page.

DO NOT IGNORE THIS. Last week my friend ignored what I said and in five minutes he had a crow shit on his head. So save your heads now!! Forward this to everybody you know and enjoy the following benefits .

50+ forwards : You will no longer get caught by your parents while trying to flirt with the girl/guy.

40+ forwards : Guys, your friend's girlfriend will kiss you within the next one week. Girls, the guy you love will stop flirting with other girls.

30+ forwards : You will meet the love of your life in the next one hour. Please move out of your home and walk around your street to experience this reality in your life. Make sure that your dad's friend doesn't catch you walking around in streets.

20+ forwards : You will get married in exactly one year from today. After one year, if you are still unmarried, please forward this to 20 + friends.

10+ forwards : You will go on a dream date!! (Remember to sleep well)

1-10 forwards : Guys, you will get a chance to take a Hot Girl for a ride on your bike. Girls! Please make your younger brother to sit between you and the guy to prevent damages.

0 forwards : Guys, you will be slapped, cussed, by a girl, her mother and father and you will also be punched in your groin by a three year old kid. Girls, Your boyfriend will ditch you. Remember! No one will charge your mobile phone and give you free lifts on the bike/car.

-Pepsi boy ( The forward idea was copied from a mail forward )

Believe me, I 'm a Scientist!

December 9 2010

In early January of the year 1994,when I was in class-9, my biology teacher said that AIDS was a sexually transmitted disease. I counter attacked her with my statement saying," Ma'm; Birth of a baby is the only sexually transmitted disease". I was sent out of class. That was the exact moment I decided that I would become a scientist. I started working towards my goal. Immediately, I called up my friends Ian Wilmut, Keith Campbell and gave them a ten minute pep talk. The very next year, they came up with Dolly (The first cloned female sheep). The world never knew the actual brain behind cloning. Now for the first time ever, this secret is revealed in my blog.

If you closely follow my blog, you would be knowing that I am a world famous scientist. I have described my findings in the sidebar. If you haven't noticed it, I am posting it again in this post so that you don't have to search for the message in the sidebar

I started discovering many things about animals. I would soon publish all my discoveries in book form. Please buy the book when i publish it. One such experiment made me to study about cows. I went to my Uncle Aruchamy's farm(Sharmi's dad) in koduvai and asked his permission whether I could conduct some experiments on his cows. He was more than happy. My experiment was to find out, if a cow could yield more than 20 litres of milk.

So I took a bucket and went to the farm and started milking a cow. After one hour of milking, there wasn't much milk in the bucket. I was disappointed and came back home with a dejected heart. Later when I talked with Uncle Aruchamy, I came to know that the only animal in that farm was actually a bull and not a cow. No wonder the bull smiled at me, while I was milking it.
My discoveries in the field of animal science was soon recognised by scientists around the Globe. Animal scientists even tried mating lions and tigers and came with a new animal "Liger". I even advised them to go forth in their scientific research to produce "Girze". They have tried all possible ways but all their efforts have failed so far. Will the world ever see Girze?

True Gandhi

December 8 2010

Note : Students do the darndest things. They do not even spare the Father of the nation.

Student Name : Adarsh. 
Occasion : Mock Press Competition.
Adarsh donned the role of Gandhiji . The Judges asked him, " Among the present day celebrities, who can you associate yourself with?"
Adarsh (Gandhi): I would associate myself with Amir Khan and Mallika Sherwath. All of us shed our clothes to reveal our belly buttons. I do it for our Nation. Amir does it for salman  and Mallika for Cash.
Result: Adarsh was eliminated in that round.

Student Name : Prabhu. 
Occasion: Secondary School History Examination
Teacher: Write a Note on Gandhi Jayanthi.
Prabhu(myself): Gandhi Was a Great Man, Jayanthi is a super Hot girl. Gandhi loved Jayanthi. One day he proposed to her. She said Yes. Then they got married. Their wedding day is celebrated all over the world as "Gandhi Jayanthi day".
Result : Prabhu was sent out of the class. He started this blog page and started to rant.

Student Name: Guru(my bro). 
Occasion : Art class
Guru was playing with two ten Rupee notes and suddenly the fashion designer in him, emerged out in art form.
Result : Guru is now in Chennai for his graduation in civil due to his artistic skills.

The fight with my family

December 7 2010

When I was in class 9, my love for Anitha reached its romantic pinnacle. I made a pledge that I would marry no one else other than Anitha. That pledge even made me a good boy and I stopped drooling over other girls in class that even included my Maths teacher. I used to follow Anitha everyday to school. Her blue school uniform that swerved with her rhythmic walk is still fresh in my memory. She always had a மல்லிகை பூ in her hair. I can still sense the fragrance. I soon found out that she used closeup tooth paste. The very same day, I shifted my brand loyalty from Colgate to Closeup. Even this morning, I used closeup while brushing ( Yes I took a brush today).

Coming back to the topic on my love for Anitha, I soon realised that I could not lead a life without her. So I decided to convey my decision to my parents. After much thought , I decided that I would open the subject matter on a weekend. So when saturday finally came, I woke up early in the morning, brushed my teeth with closeup, took a warm water bath(of course with our traditional hamam soap(நேர்மை நா என்ன மா?) and even drew a faint black line between my nose and my upper lip with my pencil (A sign that gave me enough confidence to talk with my parents). I went to the kitchen made my own coffee and went to the couch and had a refreshing drink only to realise that I had mixed the black pepper powder instead of coffee powder. But Legends do not go down without a fight. So I drank the whole cup. I even glanced through the headlines in the newspaper ( To impress my dad, cause he always used to tell me to read english paper and keep myself updated with the developments around me). Then I went to my parents and told them that I need to talk to them. They did not bother me. But when I put a serious face and hardened my voice and repeated the sentence, they knew that I was really serious.

So the next moment we( Me, my mom and my dad) were in the bed room. I was at my personified best and this is how the conversation went.

Me:Hi paa. Without much ado, let me come to the point
Mom: Hey! your pillow is stinking.. Did you chew your finger again?
Me: Please be serious. I do not want to deviate from the topic
Dad: Ok go ahead.
Me: Look everyone! I am in love with a girl.
Mom: At such a young age? are you not ashamed?(அடி செருப்லா~~~~~)
Me: I am 15 now. I will be soon a major. ( I even kept my index finger near my nose, so that they would notice my mush and understand the fact that I am a big boy)
Mom: Who is she?
Me: My tuition mate, Anitha.
Mom: That little girl who always rings in early morning?
Me:  She loves me, so only she....
Mom: But she is from a different caste.
Me: I do not care. My love for her knows no barriers.
Dad: So what have you decided?
Me: I am going to marry her
Mom: What if we do not agree?
Me: I ll do register marriage.
Dad: In that case, you would not get your monthly pocket allowance of hundred rupees.
Me: I do not care. I just want to marry her
Mom: I will tell to your class girls that you still chew your fingers.
Me: Huh! As if I care!!!
Mom: No breakfast for you!
Me: I will eat at Anitha's house
Mom: But her father ll never allow you
Me: Grrrrrr. I told you not to talk like that
Dad: I won't buy you the TVS50 bike
Me: I will walk to school
Mom: You are not marrying her
Me: Yes! I am gonna marry her
Dad: I won't allow you to watch Tom & Jerry anymore ( I never expected this to come from my dad)
Me: But paa! You can't do this to me
Dad: Yes! no more cartoon at home.
Me: Ok! In that case I am not marrying Anitha
Mom: Good for all
But still my love for Anitha continued...

Stephen Devasy

December 6 2010

YOU ARE MY IDOL......U have inspired me to start playing music:)

My Confessions

December 5 2010

Warning : Reading this post is like inserting your head in lions mouth. You get a terrific feeling and people will notice it too

(Prabhu's finger chewing days)
I have not made this known to anyone yet. For the first time in my life, i am confessing a few bad things I committed in my life. It doesn't matter if the reader forms a bad impression about me after reading this post (As if Pepsi boy has a good impression amongst people)

Death of Tinku
In the summer of 1988, my neighbor's cat "Tinku" were found dead inside their Well. The reason for their suicide was not known. No one suspected Pepsi boy's hand behind their death. Jimmy Carr's quote, " Cats have nine lives, which makes them ideal for experimentation." acts as a guilt nullifier for me now.

Sate Uncle's Glass window
There was this grumpy old man, in our locality. He was very rude to all the children in our locality. When I was a young boy, I used to play street cricket with my friends. Many a times the ball would be hit inside the backyard of Sate Uncle's house. He was very strict and he would never give the ball back to us. There were times when we would sneak inside his house to reclaim the miss hit ball. But at such times if he catches any one of us, he would smack us to glory. Eventually we stopped playing cricket near his house. But his glass window was constantly pelted by some unknown creepy Boy. No one suspected the Prabhupepsi then.

Death of Julie
Julie, was my neighbor's pet dog. He once tried to commit suicide by hearing my guitar play. He was this nagging, irritating dog. He never allowed me to enter my neighbor's house. So the day julie ate too much of rat poison and died, no one doubted Pepsi boy's hand behind the whole incident. The rat poison that was in the store room of my house went missing.That does not mean that Prabhu poisoned Julie. Who asked Julie to eat Rat poison? Rat poison is meant for Rats and not for dogs.

Cry Babies
Why do young babies cry when Pepsi boy is around? Does he pinch them?

Exam fever

December 4 2010

It is not that easy to become a Hero to Zero in No time. This is a post about the class tests and examinations that tortured us during our school days. I was a champion of sorts in getting zero marks in class tests and examinations.

When I joined a new school in Chennai for Class +2, I became a hero with my joke-cracking skills , own composed stories about my past and my secret weapon - caring and fighting for my friends. My friends were also scared of me because of my Karate skills. It was the best three months of my school life (August1997 to March1998); and then the Mad-Mid term Test came into my life. I never knew that a simple school Test would change my status from a Hero to a Zero in a jiffy.

You might think that getting Zero marks in an exam can be easily achieved by not writing anything on the paper. There is no thrill in getting zero marks by not writing anything on paper. The real achiever is one who fills up the examination answer sheets with his literary, logical and analytical skills and still manages to get zero marks for the paper. I fall under such a category.

Zero's have been a part and parcel of my life. Getting zero marks in exams is an art by itself. I had mastered this art at a very tender age. Very few recognised my skills in this area. If only the Ministry of education had noted my skills, they would have conferred me with an honorary a Doctorate(like this) or at least a Masters degree. My teachers had a very bad habit. On all other days, I was allowed to sit along with boys in classroom. Three boys would sit on one bench. But on exam days, I would be made to sit between two girls. That was the time that I realised that "There are two women on either sides of every unsuccessful man". Girls never helped me during the school exams. If only they had helped me, I would have been in the Venice Beach, California now. ( I am not referring to Julia Roberts)

Exam time is the only time when I become a sincere prayer warrior. Even If I had not touched my text books, I would pray very sincerely as soon as the question paper is handed to me. When I open my eyes to scan through the dreaded question paper, at least one girl (either the one on my left or the one on my right) would say , " Sir, Can I have an additional sheet of paper". During those days,getting an additional sheet of paper was seen as an achievement by itself. The main answer paper had 4 sides. More often I would find it very difficult to cross these 4 pages itself. After receiving the additional sheet from the teacher, she would look around with an attitude. Finally she would see me still struggling with the first page of my answer sheet and would sarcastically smile at me. The Mike Tyson within me would urge me to punch her nose and bite her ear. But because of the Invigilator, I would curb my inhibitions. In the mean time, I would start decorating the front page of my answer sheet by writing my Name, Sex, Class, Roll Number, Date of Exam and Subject. Many a times I had forgotten the subject name. The question paper would save me on such occasions. By filling the first page with such details, I would complete half a page of the first side of my answer paper.

Another problem that I faced was a compulsory rule that every page should have minimum 25 lines each. No wonder I almost never got additional sheets during my exams. But still during every exam, I tried my level best to cross past the Main answer sheet. This was basically because, I never wanted the girls sitting next to me to come to know that I don't know anything. At times, they would be curious to know what I wrote on my paper and hence they would try to take a peek into my paper. At such times, I would hide my answer paper with my hands and stare back at them with the look that conveyed the message ," Don't try to copy from me". I would also add some spice to my stare by giving an innocent stare at the teacher that conveyed the message ," Madam, This girl is trying to copy from me". These are moments when the Non-verbal communication is executed in a perfect synchronised manner.

During one exam I discovered a technique to fill up the content in the Main answer paper. I am sharing this technique with the present generation students. This might be helpful for you. This technique might be old and it is from the old school of thought from the early nineties. But still it would be effective. Have you seen a Three column Blog Template with a header and a footer slot? This is the principle that goes behind the technique. Use your pencil and ruler and draw Big margins on all four sides of the paper and thus the central portion becomes small. Make sure that you leave a little space at the centre for filling with some answers.

The girls sitting besides me would have two sketch pens at least while answering the questions. They would underline important words with fluorescent color sketch pen. They were the brain behind the Internet SEO techniques. They usually decorated their answer papers after writing the answers on the paper. But I had the habit of decorating my paper with boxes and curved margins even before I wrote anything on the answer sheet.
After doing all the decorations, I would skim through the question paper. It would be Greek for me. But brave people like me would still attempt to answer them. For the question " What is the chemical formula for Nitric acid?",the answer would go on for four pages and before long, I would have finished the main answer sheet. If you had seen MGM productions, you would have seen a roaring Lion. When ever the Lion roars, Tom ans Jerry would be screened on cartoon network. Similarly when ever I coughed, it was a signal to the whole class that I was about to stand up for requesting the additional answer sheet. The whole class would look at me in admiration. The girl sitting next to me would try her level best to avoid eye contact with me. But I would make throat-clearing noises till she looked at me. As soon as she looks at me, I would give the attitude-look (Johnny Bravo style) with one raised eye-brow and that would make her to hang her face in shame. Then I would sit down and finish the additional sheets in no time too.

Coffee with Married Life

December 3 2010

There is a big connection between Coffee and Married Life. The Coffee Taste, has a direct relation to the number of years the couple have journeyed together in Married life.

Scenario : Husband returns home after a tiring day at work
Hubby :Hunney, Am I troubling you by asking you to make coffee?
wifi : That's alright Darling. I know what my sweetheart likes. I'll add some decoction coffee (Brewed coffee) to the full-cream milk and let me add fine sugar and believe me you will Love it.
Married Life = Less than 6 months
Hubby : Hunney,There is not much milk in the coffee
wifi : Yes. I know. The Milk is in the refrigerator. I am tired. Please boil it and add to the coffee.
Married life = Just completed 1 year
Hubby : Hunney,Can I have some coffee?
wifi : Please wait. Let me finish this episode of FRIENDS on TV. Can you please boil the milk. I will come and add coffee to it.
Married life = 2 years
Hubby : Hunney, What is this? There is neither milk nor sugar in this coffee. Don't you know that I don't like coffee this way?
wifi : Can't you drink like this at least one day? Do I have to do all the work ?
Married life = More than 3 years
Hubby : Hunney,Why just a glass of water? Can I have some coffee?
Wifi : Do you think I own a coffee estate? Coffee powder is in the kitchen and milk is in the refrigerator. Make some for me too
Married life= More than 4 years
Hubby: Hunney,Can you please open the door? I need to come inside the house.
wifi : Wait! I am tending my crops in Farmville.
Married life= More than 5 years
Hubby : Hunney! I have brought you cappuccino coffee and brownie cookies from Starbucks
wifi : Don’t you know that I like Mocha better than Cappuccino? Now, Make me some fresh coffee
Married life= 6-10 years
Hubby : Hunney! Do you need Hot coffee or cold coffee?
Wifi : How many time should I tell you that I prefer Cold Coffee on Thursdays?
Married life= More than 10 years
Note : Did you notice that the Hubby always uses the word “Hunney” all these years?
Additional Note : Pepsi boy is still single and He doesn't drink coffee....
Latest News : Pepsi boy has been invited by his friend and his wife to their house for a cup of coffee. They are married for 5 years.......

Care to be my roomie?

December 2 2010

That's my room. This is where I sit and type most of my blog-posts. My dresses are on the floor and one of my socks is on the ceiling fan (You couldn't see this in the picture). I am looking for a room mate (Preferably females). You can sleep on my bed. You can also use the television. But please stay away from my computer and my music stuff. I also promise to cook food for my new room-mate (females are welcome to apply for this post). The new room-mate will also be taken along with me for all my trekking adventures.
Care to be my roomie?

What a friendship ya!

December 1 2010

Pre-note: I thank my friend Adarsh for sending a very precious picture to me. This post is built on the picture he mailed me.

Note: This is the most touching post that I have ever written. I am very sure that this post will move your body, soul and mind.

A very touching moment
(Dedicated to a wonderful feeling called-FRIENDSHIP)
Year : 1975
Situation : Last day of school

Arjun Singh and Pargat Singh are very close friends. The whole school talked about their friendship. They had been friends right from their kindergarten days. They have studied together, roamed around together, sat together in school, ate together. They both wanted to become Police officials and serve the country.But today was a day they always dreaded. It was their last day together.

On their way back from School Arjun started talking

Arjun : Bro! I am moving to a different city to study. I will miss you man
Pargat: I will miss you too mate. But nothing can break our friendship. We will at least meet once every year.
Arjun: Yes that is a deal

and they parted with tears in their eyes...

As time went by, both got busy with their work life. They kept their promise for two years and after that they moved on with their own lives and in the process Arjun lost his contact with Pargat. Time went by and both became Police Officers.

Year: 2009
Venue: The Police station where Arjun works

Tring... Tring...

Arjun picks up the call and he gets a pleasant surprise...

"Is this Arjun?"
"Yes. Who is on the line?"
" Bro. Its Pargat! I just found out that you are posted in this station"

Tear drops welled up Arjun's eyes

Arjun: Where are you?
Pargat: I am standing outside the Police station. Come Out
Arjun: Is it? I am coming right away.

Arjun rushed out of the Police station and saw Pargat standing outside. They were seeing each other for the first time after thirty years. He wanted to go and hug his friend. But he could not hug his friend. It was a very touching moment for both of them [link]. Have you ever seen a touching moment like this?