சித்தர்களும் யோகிகளும் சிந்தனையில் ஞானிகளும்

புத்தரோடு ஏசுவும், உத்தமர் காந்தியும்,

எத்தனையோ உண்மைகளை எழுதி எழுதி வெச்சாங்க,

எல்லாந்தான் படிச்சீங்க, என்ன பண்ணி கிழிச்சீங்க?

The goal of the never ending search for doing something meaningful has come to an end. I have stopped searching. This marks the beginning of a new era, wherein I do something that I had been doing in the older era.

So, yes, it’s not exactly new. Neither is it an era. Nor a new beginning. So, this marks the.

I did not return many calls on my birthday, I was on drugs. Those paracetamol tablets can make you swirl in the fantasy land of beautiful women in no time. I woke up just as I was about to gather the courage to ask a girl out. In real life as in hallucinations, I suck. The dream girl would probably have shot me down anyway, I mean, that’s what dreams are for, aren’t they? To wildly hype a fantasy and tie it to achievability, and finally get hit by the sledgehammer of reality.

If you lived in madras, and you missed going out on December 16, you missed one of the six beautiful days of madras. Madras has six lovely weather days-two of them are imaginary. Out of the other four days, one is the rains right after the boils in the back start to swell uncontrollably due to heat; one is the day in between the rains when it stops raining. One of them is the day I was talking about-a lovely breeze the whole day, mild drizzle and sub-25 temperatures. The other is reserve, and is highly dependent on the discretion of the gods.

Anyone who asked if it was 25 F will be shot/let go upon subsequent inquiry depending on their nationality/knowledge of koppen classification.

Do you absolutely have to nod your head vigorously to appreciate carnatic music? Is there causality between them, and is the converse true-does someone nodding their head vibrate the air around with the perfect frequency that it manipulates the singer’s to produce awesome melodies? I was at a temple (yes, again, I am like that) wherein there was a big crowd of music lovers listening to someone who was apparently very good. I managed to stay there for an entire 3 minutes, which would explain that I liked it, but there was some vehement and almost hysterical carnatic head banging equivalent-along with the thaalam in the thigh. I am sure there were some sore thighs by the end of the show. The point should not be lost-had there not been a mike and a jarring loud noise and only her voice, I would have stayed longer. 4 minutes, probably.

Life is increasingly becoming pointless with every passing post, that I am planning to start a new blog just to talk about my old blog, thereby increasing the magnitude of the existing directionlessness, and I have no idea why I just coined a stupid word there. It must be to emphasize the point of pointlessness, which, in all likelihood, has already been strongly enforced in a lot of posts. So, yes, my life is pointless (needlessly, inadvertently, repeated. Actually, I repeated the needless with inadvertent, which is again, pointless repetition. I think I should stop)

Christmas is around the corner. Anyway, New Year is around the corner too. I believe there is also a welding shop around the corner. (A poorly constructed make-believe witty construct with no comic value whatsoever) I actually giggled at the joke (so-called), which must mean that something is definitely loose inside my mind.

எழுதி படிச்சி அறியாதவன் தான்

உழுது ஒழச்சி சோறு போடறான்

எல்லாம் படிச்சவன் ஏதேதோ பேசி

நல்லா நாட்டை கூறு போடறான்...

Tamil portions from songs by pattukottai kalyanasundaram