an ordeal in snow

It all started at the end of my holiday trip to Fargo and Minneapolis. I had a flight from Fargo at 625am, which I
caught on time. As soon as the plane surged above the
flooded flatlands of Fargo, all I could see out of the
window was a white fog all over the sky. For a moment I
thought I had reached the heavens and was floating on
the 'paarkadal', with the sun rising below me!! :D

I was scared throughout the major part of the flight.
But when the pilot announced that we were going to make our
descend towards Denver, my heart stopped and was pounding
at my throat!! All I could see outside was a white fog.
Eventhough the airhostess came and sat next to me, I was
scared to the whitest. What would happen if the pilot now
announced that we were going to crash? What would I do,
Whom would I call?? These were the thoughts running in my
mind as I gripped the armrests as hard as I could.

My unrest wouldn't stop until a runway pops up suddenly
and the plane would magically touchdown in 5 seconds!!
Taxiing alone took 15min as it was windy, snowy, misty.
It was about 8 when I landed and my earliest bus to Boulder
was at 815. Skipping breakfast, I made a dash and caught
the bus just in time, only to find the onset of a blizzard.

The bus moved slowly and when we reached the highway, we
came to crawling speeds. The storm had sprung up by then
and we came to a standstill. Visibility was nil!! The
driver would have used his Guess the Path (GPS) and tried
his best to keep the bus steady. There was a long queue
of vehicles in our road, but the other way was clear.
But then came along some cars.. only they were sideways!
Several of them collided and there was a roadblock!
Some tow-vans followed firetrucks to the spot. I assumed,
our road was also queued up because of such a car pile up.

We stood at the same spot for about an hour before we moved
a couple of miles at snail's pace n stopped again. This time it was serious. A car had toppled by the road-side. And after sometime, the bus moved again and stopped at a new spot.. :)

The weather was severe. There were strong winds, lotsa
snow. Our bus had got stuck in the snow and was slipping
at the same spot. No matter how much the driver tried, it
wouldn move. Some cars had slipped and were struggling
for grip ahead of us. A handful of us from the bus went
out and helped them out by pushing.

Meanwhile our bus had buried its wheels in snow. We tried
digging and removing the snow, but that did not help. We
had to strap on some chains to the wheels to get some grip.
Several attempts were made but failed. Soon we gave up and
luckily for us, another bus came behind us, which was
already equipped with chained wheels.

By then, the weather was so worse that I was scared I would
fly off, if my legs weren't in the 2 feet deep snow!! The
highway was closed due to many accidents and so the bus had
to detour. The driver was sensible enough to stop at a gas
station for a pit-stop. I was desperately hungry and so
grabbed some chips n pepsi.

A few hours and some extra miles along some car-filled
roundabout route, I got down in Boulder. It was still
snowing miserably and I was drenched. There was another
bus which I had to take to reach home, but in this weather
I wasn't sure if buses ran! So I called up a friend who
lived nearby and went to that apartment like a refugee,
where I stayed overnight. I was stuck in a bus amidst a
blizzard and my friends at Boulder were making snowmen! :)

It had snowed all night and there was a mountain of snow
outside. The next morning, it was cold n sunny with clear
skies!! Calm after a storm!! :P I then took the other bus
and reached home. :) Finally, after several hours in the
blizzard and an overnight stay, I was home in a single
piece. :)

So, when I put 'am home!!' as a status message, I got many
friends pinging me and asking if I was in Chennai! :D
I had to give a short explanation to each of them, before
I got fed up and removed the status message. :P

And the moral of the story is "Screw the female at the
Frontier front desk at fargo airport!!" I had a flight
from fargo to denver on wednesday evening at 345. Since
the airport was jus a few min away from my uncle's place,
I reached there at 315. The stupid female had closed the
gates, just 2 min before I arrived. I had boarded a
similiar United flight 20 minutes before takeoff and yet
here I 'missed' the flight by 2 min!! I was scheduled in
the next flight on thursday morning.

So there you see, those 2 min led to a tortuous 7 hour
ordeal in the blizzard!! My uncle thought I was playing a
prank when I told him I missed the flight. :D
Had I not 'missed' the 345 flight (which I saw taking off
from the airport!!) I would ve reached home safely and
relaxingly. :)

i hate this world today!!

I’m pretty crabby today. I absolutely despise the cold and snow. I’m in
just one of those moods where everything and everyone annoys me.
I absolutely hate being in a bad mood, which makes my already sour
mood even worse. I want to scream, I want to yell, I want to pound
someone.. But no.. I can't do any of these..

Today, I’m just thinking that there are some things that are beyond my
understanding. For instance, why do people insist on taking up the
entire sidewalk? They sway to and fro causing you to be stuck behind
them, or they are pulling a suitcase behind them, which also gets in the
way. Or, they don’t know where the hell they are going, probably don’t
know how the hell they got here, and get in everyone’s way trying to
figure how to pull their heads outta this. I’m sorry, but if you need to
figure out which way is up or down, step off to the side and get out of
the way! Then there are those extremely rude people that walk 4 across,
and not one of them makes an effort to move even an inch! They are so
self-absorbed that they wouldn’t care if they caused a person to get hit
by a bus because they ran them off the sidewalk!

What I also can not stand sometimes is people who do not have a mind
of their own. I am beyond sick of hearing people say, “Oh, I voted for
Obama because he talks nice and everyone else likes him.” (I seriously
heard several people say this). "Who cares what he stands for, at least
he talks pretty." Give me a break ya!! You know what, Hitler was also
a great public speaker.. I wonder if those numbskulls would vote for
him if he were a candidate. I can’t respect people who vote for
someone they know nothing about, but just want to go with the crowd.
Now, if you voted for Obama because you agree with him on forming
a citizen’s army, nationwide healthcare, and spreading the wealth
then I can respect you. And there's this other 'elite' class of fools who
vote for a candidate based on how she looks!! Jollu ku oru alave illaya???
One such 'hot' candidate for the post of the VP, referred to Africa as a
country in a press conference. Even my nephew would know what
Africa is!!!

Enough of politics!! I am about ready to throw up from politics and the
news! I just wish I could hop into my car and drive to nowhere in
particular, just go wherever the road takes me. Into a jungle maybe..
where there's noone to irritate me. Me me n me alone.. I am going to
do that one day, but I need a car for that first!! To buy a car, I need
money. To get money, I ve to find a job after my MS. But my whole
problem is, I am just too annoyed to work towards anything anymore!!

And even as I type this, my comp irritates me as well. Already, the net
speeds at my place are pathetic!! Here's a something that you all may
not know. Microsoft reserves 20% of your bandwidth for its own
mysterious purposes. You keep thinking its servicing your request, but
it only stealthily does what it wants. Unless you pay attention, you
wouldn't even realise it!! God knows.. One day it might solely do its
own work and not even bother about you!!

baby i'm addicted

I dont remember from when I fell in love with her, but I know its quite
a long time. The first time I saw her, it was in a party, she was in a red
and white outfit. I was totally amazed at seeing her..what a sleek n
slender body. Man.. anyone would fall for her!! But I always had that
initial fear before starting anything like this. I didn't even know if it was
right. A friend of mine introduced her to me. It was the same week that
I met her again. This time, she was in a maroon costume. This time, I
wasn't so scared of her. I spent a lot of time with her that day. The
more I got to know her, the stranger I felt.

As I began to know her better, I realised that it wasn't just the looks, that
drew me towards her. It was the very air that she carried around her
that attracted me. I even remembering sneaking out of classes to be
with her. In a few weeks, we had become so close that I almost never
went anywhere without her. She always stayed close to my heart.

Soon my liking for her became an obsession. This started on the day
I saw her in a new form. Something was different about her today.
Even as a held her in my hands I could feel it. In a few minutes,
I was all over her and she was totally into me. She filled me with
ecstacy completely. I was in the heavens during the whole thing.
Never before had I experienced this. She took me real high and then
back just in under an hour. So thinking, I decided that we should do
it more often.

From then on, there was no stopping me. Parks, rooftops, my car...
I did it at many places. I was soooooo into her that I would give up
anything to be with her. Who knows.. I might even die for her..
I was entirely dependent on her. She was the driving force behind me.
Nothing would ever run everyday without those magic moments
with her in the morning. No job would run smoothly without deriving
some rapture out of her in the quiet afternoons.But of course, the
night times were the best!! The entire room would smell of her..

But soon she started giving me pain. That which used to give me
pleasure once was pricking me now. But I was helpless. She may
have lots of people to turn to, I had noone else. I wanted to tell
her 'sabko to chhod dee.. siva tum', just like SRK says in the movie Don.
I also realised that I cannot be holding on to her forever. I have to
let go off her someday, before she eats me up completely. Yet, I never
felt like letting her go. I wanted to be with her always. And now that she's
gone, i jus wanna be with her.. I remember this song which goes..
'hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me..' I held her, she thrilled me.
I kissed her, now shes killing me!! Entering in the rehab center,
all I can say is.. 'baby.. i am addicted.. am outta control'...
SMOKIN.... somebody.. stop me.. ;)

nfs undercover - an honest review

I am a pretty big fan of the need for speed series, right from nfs (the one
that runs in DOS, 1995). I enjoyed nfs carbon a while back. I briefly tried
pro-street, but felt that the nfs concept was dead in it. If this weren't a
failure, why would EA go back to the illegal street-racing theme for
nfs undercover??

So how is nfs undercover?? It is a load of utter crap!!! If you are thinking
of spending money on it, please don't. If you are thinking of pirating it,
please don't. Save yourself the time and effort and play Burnout instead.

I have been trying to find something I like in this edition of nfs.. really
tough i say.. Lets start with the graphics. Undercover sports a new
graphics engine. Things look like a pile of cow-dung with graffiti spray
paint on it. If you have never seen a car racing game, it will blow your
socks off. For the rest of us, its an annoying game!! It looks plastic!!
It looks fake!! Its crammed with specular highlights, blurs and lotsa
gaudy crap!! Its so bright that you can barely see your car, leave alone
the road in front. It blows effects onto your face at a speed that even
an eagle can't catch up. Why all this.. even the GPS map is shiny..
you cant see where you are headed because the map also has a glare!!
Everything in the game seems to be painted with the brightest,
obnoxious shade available within the laws of physics.
Ramarajan getup e paravaa illai nu thonum!!

Despite all this shock n awe, the game is ugly. Buildings look like they ve
been built by a 5 year old using some lego kit. Everything looks plastic..
as if they ve all been downloaded from some free website with 3d studio
max models.

And now, about the physics and handling. There's none!! The very first
nfs had better sense of these. Cars are as responsive as bricks. The Lotus
Elise, which is a very nimble and aggressive car in reality, handles like a
Ford Mustang. It takes eons to accelerate, has an awful tendency to skid
and oversteer. I have seen wet soaps thrown in the shower that had better
handling than most cars. I guess the upside is that the Mustang handles
better in the game than real life. Now, I know that nfs had ditched the
concept of racing simulation long ago and had concentrated on arcade
style racing instead, but why does that have to mean physics from an
early 90's arcade game?? Just let an opponent bang you from the back,
and he will drag you wherever he goes.

Add to this, the fact that everything that isn't a car whizzes past you at a
million miles per hour. All the menus, transitions look like they ve been
drawn in EGA graphics!! Its ugly as hell.. The menu system is illogical.
You have to start a game before you can change even the basic setting as
resolution. This means, you have to sit through the crappy intro movie and
the stupid intro drive before you can change anything. The icing on top of
the cake is the fact that you cant change your name from 'player' to
anything else!!

This brings me neatly on to the story of the game. If you can imagine a
even dumber version of Fast and the Furious, which personally I cannot.
EA managed to pull it off. They paid a lot of money to maggie q to 'act'
and make it even bigger n real. The full-motion cut scenes are amazingly
stupid and add absolutely nothing to the story. Oh ya.. these scenes cant
be skipped. Because they are sooo cool, you never wanna miss them.

It seemed as if there were 5-6 teams who developed different things in
the game and none of them communicated with each other. They just
made their piece of the cake and some final team just slapped everything
together and sent it for shipping. There's no style, no substance, no
coherence in the game. Nothing holds the concepts together.
Enamo 'dasavatharam' patha mari irunthuthu!!

Nfs Undercover.. this had better remained under the covers!!!

A month into hell life..

After a break for quite sometime, I am back polambifying, but am in the US
doing my MS. Right from the beginning, I have been asking myself 'is this
what I really want??' I still don't know if I am interested in an MS!! Just a few
days into the US, I have found my answer, but its too late to turn back.

All along, I had this vivid imagination of how the US would be. Just like they
show in the movies. Tall buildings everywhere, busy streets, lively noise
everywhere.. It was a dream that I wanted to become reality once.
But I regret it all now..

Here is an account of few of my mischances after stepping into this
'other world'. Just after I alighted at the Denver international Airport, I was
surprised at the weather conditions here. It was about 7 in the evening.
The sun had not set yet. It was raining and the temperature was 35 degrees!
One of my friend's contact had come to pick us up and curiously, I asked him
about the weather. All he said was 'This is Colorado. The weather changes
every 15 minutes!!' I gave him a baffled look. True to his words, the rain
soon stopped, and the temperature dropped to 22 degrees in a matter of
about an hour. He said that it will snow in late september and there will be
hail in november!! People who have known me will say "Unnala madras
'winter' e thangamudiyathu. Nee US poi enna pannaporai??" Most probably, my roommates will have to thaw me out one day!!

We were taken for dinner to an indian restaurant in Denver, one of the best,
as told by the man who picked us up. All of us ordered south indian dishes,
the typical masala dosa, idli etc.. The food was just about palatable. That
wasnt the shocker, but the bill was. A simple dosa was $8. That would be like a sumptuous dinner for three, back in india!! We were dropped at our apartment by 10. It was a really small place, about 600 sqft, for four of us!! Any guesses for the rent?? Its a thousand dollars. Its was ransom for the small 'kuruvikoodu' that we got!!

A couple of days passed by and I was bored and desperate for entertainment.
I went to a nearby electronic store to buy a pin converter for my PSP. All I
needed was a converter that changes over the round plug pin to a flat one.
It was $10!! Again, daylight robbery!!! Such a pin would cost less than Rs40
back in india. Enna kodumai saar ithu?? I could attribute one reason towards this. US imports small electronic items from the same place as we do.. china!! Thats why the skyhigh prices for even small stuff!! A cycle is $100 here!!
Such a thing would cost Rs2000 in india.

Few more days crawled by and I wanted a laptop badly. So I rushed to Walmart, a huge supermarket chain here. I saw a decent Dell piece for $800. I took it immediately. Satisfied by my bargain on a laptop that Dell website quoted at $850, I was too elated. This joy was to be terminated just a couple of days later, by my friend buying the same laptop for $600. There is no concept such as MRP here. Stuff can be sold at any rate, and taxes are applied later. Its about 10% sales tax, so I got my laptop for $890!! The difference is worth a fortune for me!! Kadavule!! Enga ponalum en thalaila molaga araikaraale!!!
Its a cruel world!!!

Coming to think of my thalai.. :) Haircuts are pretty expensive here. A simple
crop would cost about $10. So as part of my chikkanam budget plan, I have
decided to grow my forest for a few months.. till my roommates threaten
to kick me out!!

Ok.. lets drift away from the heists that I was victimized in and look at some
other aspects of life here.

The place where I study is Boulder, a smalltown near Denver. There are no
skyscrapers here, no lively traffic or crowded streets. Since I stayed in a hostel during my undergrad, I found the place very different. There was this abominable lull everywhere. The street is so lifeless and vehicles here are so silent that the sound you hear is the wind 'whoosh' and not the engine. Already I was feeling lonely, and this silence was adding to it an extra scoop of desolation. By 8, the town becomes as still as a graveyard. Occasionally I hear a siren of a cop car chasing down a speeder.

Human life is valued a lot here. In the state of Colorado, at all crossings, even unsignalled ones, vehicles are supposed to stop and give way for pedestrians/cyclists to cross. People really obey traffic rules here!!! There are no vasool rajas by the signals.. ;) ;) All roads have clean sidewalks on both sides.

The people are also very 'friendly' and 'open' out here. Just a random eye contact would fetch you a smile and a 'how do you do?' No matter what people say about the US economy, I find ladies here don't even have enough money to buy proper clothes to cover themselves up!! I see people doing all sorts of nonsense to be done in their bedrooms, out in the open!!

Everything runs upside down here in the US. Keep left is the rule in india, here its keep right. The first time I was in a car here, I was shocked at times because I thought we were going on the wrong side!! These people think that there is no rest of the world!! So much that these people have a different english for themselves. The power supply is a bizzare 110V with flat pins. None of the plugs here have switches!! Nera sorugavendiyathu than!! To switch on something,you push the switch downwards in india, again its ulta here!! People dont use towels to clean here.. tissues!!

Bottomline: Western closet lendhu, western culture varaikkum enaku onnume pidikalai!!!

And, to think of what all I am missing, brings me so much pain. I had a choice.. A good job, a fat pay check, good company, but I chose to throw it all. I chose to lose it all and land here. The only thing that keeps me going is the internet - to catch up with people. But I have realized that the internet is just not enough. The universe expands.. At a really rapid pace.. People move away
and push you away.. By the time you realize and react, they are gone.. I am stuck hollow and alone.. and the fault is my own..

thalaya picchukanam pola iruku!!

"Na sonna mari pannikalai na aathuku varathe!!" My mom screamed at me
before i left. I can imagine what you must be thinking now. That i
would have told my mother that i love a girl, and that i am going to
marry her. If that were the situation, my mother would have killed me,
not yelled at me!!!

Anyways, what i am about to tell is far away from that. Ever since i moved
into our new house about three years back, it has been a nightmare
trying to find a good barber for a haircut. Enna paavam pannineno
avaalukku, each time they spoil my already mediocre looks in a
different way. Since my younger days, i have been wanting to sport
sideburns and a 'mushroom' cut. Thanks to my genes, sideburns is not
a problem. In a typical mushroom cut, the crop is closer around the
sides than at the top. If the step is deep, the rear view of the head
seems like a mushroom.. ;);) Hence the name. A more coarse vesion
of it would be what i call the 'chatti cut' (chatti means earthen pot in tamil). Imagine inverting a pot over ones head and shaving off the
remaining portion. Thats it!! Anyways, i was crazy about the refined version only.. ;);)

What i am going to narrate now is one of my first tragedies. :(:(
A couple of years ago, my family decided to go on a vacation, also
known as pilgrimage to the rest of the world, to an unending list
of temples, most of which people would'nt even have heard of.
My mother then yelled at me saying that i better cut my hair short.
That was when she spoke the first line of this blog..
Ennathan punyam theda ponalum, vaaliba vayasula pattai, naamam ellam
poda thonathu.. scene poda than thonum.. ;);)
I wanted to sport a neat, light mushroom cut. So i went to the barber
nearby and said "anna, mushroom cut pannunga.. step light a pothum."
As if he was Jawed Habib's assistant, he nodded his head. I went and
sat there as an unwitting subject. The clumsy manner in which he
handled the scissors raised some doubts about what was going to happen,
but still i kept mum. He sprayed a litre of water over my head!!
Appo confirm aaiduthu.. thanni thelichu vitutaan!! :(:(
He did what he called a nice n trim haircut and i ended up looking like
'red' ajith!!! Athuku apram 'varutham illa vaalibargal' sangathula irunthu,
naane pinvangiten..

Several such mishaps later, i was fed up and then decided to stop
going for haircuts and grow my hair instead. For those who have'nt seen
me, my hair is pretty wavy. I thought i could grow it upto chin length.
Maintaining long hair is'nt so easy, and i was too lazy to do it.
The last time i touched hair oil was years back, when i broke the bottle.
After a few months of scaring my hostel wing-mates, i decided that the
forest up above my head needed to be deforested. This, being a special
case, i decided not to goto a normal salon-wala and chose a hi-fi chain
of salons. The place itself gave me some courage and confidence that
it wont be a disastrous morning. The 'hair-stylist', as they call
themselves, arrived and greeted me. After i told him what had to be
done, he smiled and asked me to take the hot-seat. I was surprised
when he did not take a pair of scissors. Instead he took out a small
hand-held lawn-mower and ran it several times on my head. At the end of
playing around with some gadgets, he informed me that the job was done.
I was left with some hair on my head, if not none. He had managed to spoil
my coiffure even with hi-fi gizmos!! Someone i knew said that i looked
like an 'egghead'. That was it. I decided to be in thalai-maraivu for a
few days till i had enough hair to do some patch up atleast.. ;);)

I look at this as a drawback of urbanization. Villagers from the most
remote places that don't even exist on the map come to the city thinking
that they would prosper here. The beauty parlor and salon owners employ
them simply because they are cheap and they claim to know the job. Greedy
people!!! They don't even bother to train the new employees. One barber
asked me if i would like to have a 'pung'. I gave the same puzzled look
that you have on your face now. It was then that i realised, he was
referring to a funk!! Panchayath kitta aala maratthuku adila 'crop'
pannindu irunthavan ellam city salon la velai pannina ipdi than aagum!!!
En pozhappa sirippaa aakarthe, ivaa pozhappaa pochu!!!
Cha.. madras la ma%@u pudunga kuda theriyadha aatkal nareya irukanga!!!
Ithellam enga poi mudiya pogartho.. Luckily for me, i am leaving for the US
next month and so wont have to worry about bad barbers.. atleast hope so..

on infinite weight and gravity

Change is something we all see around us. Almost everything changes
over time. I was just thinking on the changes i have undergone in the
last few months. I have lost a bit of my 'Great Wall of Shyness', put
on some extra pounds by the tummy ... Loads of changes. But none
like one of my friends.He paid a visit last week and told me about his
experience a few years back. I wont say out his name because its
classified. I heard even aliens are out to hunt him down..


PS: This is a corrupted version of the story.
Please check out the pure n sensible, abstract n
divine version here. And don't complain if the
director of ATM copied his story from that place..
I suggest that you read the 'original' before you
read this poisoned version below...

""Second death of Newton!!!""

Thus spake... the upcoming director Shankar..

"""Till very recently i never thought gravity existed. All this while,
people gave me so many examples to show the presence of gravity.
One example was about throwing a fruit upwards and watch it fall
downwards after a momentary stop. Since i have an extra kai, i don't
wait for the fruit to fly away upwards, i catch it midway itself and
gobble it UP. So finally it didn't fall DOWN. Thus i gave such
intelligent counter-arguments for every explanation people gave about
the existence of gravity.

But, certain events transpired in my life, as i tell you, which changed
my stand on the existence of gravity. Throughout my life, a happy,
full meal never happened for me. In functions i go to, i made sure i ate
at least two unlimited meals. But in this function i attended, they made
the meals limited. I was at the brink of sinking into a depression and
almost fainted because i didn't get my quota.

You see, whenever i am hungry and i am asleep, i ensure that i go and
buy food at least in my dreams. This was one such dream. I hate eating
at hotels because the table is usually small to eat on. So i get only parcels.
Since i wasnt very hungry, i took only a truck to get the food. I was
going at 12kph on ECR, because that was all the truck could go. Some
people said that the truck is overloaded, and hence due to the weight,
it isn't able to move fast. I took this as another case of people preaching
about gravity. Only i knew the real reason for the super speed of the
truck. If i remember right, out of extreme hunger, once i had eaten
a tin of bananas. Pieces of the tin were stuck between my teeth and i
needed a toothpick badly. So i used the gear lever.

As i was driving, the road suddenly gave in and started sloping
downwards. It then became a tunnel and then turned left. I didn't
remember what happened after this. Anyways, when i told my brother
about the dream, he laughed out loud and said "Poda loosu. Unoda
weight thangama, road odanju tunnel aaiduthu. Thats why it caved in."
His explanation supported the existence of gravity. At the peak of my
anger, i felt like eating him up, but sentiments made me settle with a
few kgs of sweets.

Anyways i forgot about the dream, till few weeks later,when my family
planned an outing to mayajaal. We took the same ECR that i took in
my dream. And then the road indeed had a tunnel which turned to the
left. At that instant, all the forgotten parts of the dream came back to
my mind. To my shock and surprise, the dream was happening.. all of it!!

At the end of the tunnel, there was a barricade that i crashed into, in
my dream. I felt a small vibration but then neglected it as i thought it
was my stomach, rumbling in extreme hunger. It was then that i got a
phone call from my parents that a catastrophic tsunami had caused
immense damage to coastal areas near chennai. Within a few days, people
were attributing all sorts of reasons for the tsunami. All of them revolved
around gravity, tectonic forces and other stuff. Yet again, till date,
only i know the real cause of the tsunami.

Now you must be wondering if that made me realize that gravity
indeed existed. You are wrong. It was January end when i had my
mid term exams. I had got zero in physics, because chapters involved
gravitation. Then the teacher slapped me hard and said " Dei madaya..
sadly, gravity surely exists. Otherwise, idiots like you who have
nothing inside their heads would have flown away long back and
the world would have been a better place!!" That was the turning
point in my life. From then on, i believed entirely in gravity. Because
i didn't want to end up floating somewhere in space. What would i
do for food there??? """


After this, i seemed to agree with the teacher. Of course, i knew
right from the start that gravity existed, but didn't know that there
would be so much to it. A song came to my mind then..
'Un kutthamaa, en kutthamaa...'
Ennathan sonnalum, there are some things that never change..
As long as it doesn't change, people can, and will have fun at its cost...
Its all in the game....