What it means to be a Talkative – Dumb?

When I sat back with this Sweet Scribbling pad and my pen, I was thinking what I am going to scribble here. At that instant this title struck me. Simply, it is going to be a soliloquy of my life by myself in a short talk. As this pad is going to peep into a lot more scenes from the drama called my life, here is a small handshake regarding who I am. Life has shown two beautiful places on earth – My school Cambridge and college SSNCE (Scenes happened out there in future posts). The two places which groomed me to what I am now. Now a part of Cognizant, another special one appended to the list. I am a guy who takes lots of pride out of my own life whatever way it twists. Love to live life as it is, could excavate a positive point out of the remotest point in earth. Very sensitive. Quite sincere.

To talk is to breathe. That’s me. I am a damn talkative guy. I am sure that I could keep a place aloud and vibrant always. If I sit back and think where all this started, it was on a June when I came into this earth crying out loud. Future foresaw things that this guy is going to talk for his lifetime and gave a head start straight away. I started to talk a lot when I was less than a year old. I started to count from 1 to 10 when I completed one year old (Information Courtesy – My dear Mom), then after I never stopped. Oration and Seminars kept my voice busy in school. Friends and relatives kept the tempo ahead.

College too helped to maintain this form. But as we know, the only thing that never changes in this universe is changes. A transition was waiting for me as well. It was the dawn of our Dumb – Charades team. Bus journey in SSN provides you lot of time to do something different (Minimum 2 hours a day). We chose to stay dumb. We formed a dumb charades team comprising of me, Raven (Fellow writer in this blog) and Vinod with the invincible support of our bus mates (Have bugged them a lot during our practice sessions in bus). Initially we started this as a time-killer with Tamil movies. One day a senior said why don’t you try participating in an inter-collegiate symposium. There it all started. In the last two years of our college we formed our own dynasty in dumb-charades among Chennai Engineering colleges and ruled as one of the emperors of the time. Today though my fingers code for softwares, the codes I mimed and the words I guessed gives me more pride.

Even now I could keep the place vibrant with my talks, but also I could speak aloud with my actions. A perfect blend makes me a TALKATIVE – DUMB

- Auric Photon

காதலை சொல்ல..

பெண்ணே! உன் பெயர் ஒரு முற்று பெறா கவிதை,
என் பெயரையும் சேர்த்து முற்று பெறு.

கவிதை என்று நான் எழுதியது ..

பாதை :
வாழ்க்கை என்னும் வழுக்கற்பாதை கடக்க,
ஊன்றுகோள் வேண்டாம்
ஊக்கம் என்னும் உயர்ச்சொல் போதும் .....
அன்பு :
அன்பு என்னும் அமிலம் மட்டுமே
கல் மனங்களை கரைககூடியது

WILL THOSE DAYS RETURN???

A perplexing heading one might think!!! Life’s most cherished moments for every human happens mostly at his or her school life and my life wasn’t any different. I studied in a school called Don Bosco which is highly respected and known to many people as a disciplined school (ha ha!!). But ask the guys who studied there and you will reckon that discipline is only read in text books and spoken by our great teachers in class but no student ever dares to follow it. My school was hardly a ten minute walk from my house and therefore i had no problem waking up in the morning. My school opens at 8’o clock and my mom would start kicking from six thirty in the morning to wake me. Slowly but surely i would wake up at seven fifteen and have a daily dose of scolding from my mom and a terrorizing stare from my dad and leave home at seven forty five. Dad would drop me at school till i was in the fifth standard but after that he lost patience with me and told me to walk to school. Luckily i got a group of friends (about four or five of them!!) who were literally my neighbors and we started to go to school together everyday. Every day in school was fun and frolic and an unbelievable life of seventeen years without any worries cannot be visited again. Everything, from the first slap I got from my teacher at 4th standard to the first fag I had in my 11th std during my ooty excursion, to the farewell lunch provided by our management (first time we all wore a coat… sema comedy) still remains fresh in the minds of all my schoolmates. Every time I walk across my school with my friends the great life of our school days flashes through everybody’s mind. A special mention about the school teachers, they are like the comedians of the tamil and the telugu movies!!! They try many innovative ideas in order to make the students study but the students always had an answer to all the tricks provided by the teachers. Ultimately it is the student who wins the battle. Some teachers think of themselves as Shakespeare’s and try to speak which goes horribly wrong (open the window let the atmosphere come in!! is one of the few punch lines spoken by our chemistry teacher). Thinking of all those incidents makes me laugh even now. But life started to become pretty serious when everybody got into the final three years of our school lives. The time had come when people started to think about their careers (neither me nor my gang!!). Guys started to take up studies in a more serious way. As each day passed by, we knew deep inside our hearts that our precious school days were coming to an end. Accepting it was the hardest part of our lives. Though we guys have parted ways in search of our own careers our hearts still wander around the classrooms, the benches, the canteen, the cricket matches which our hearts cease to forget. But as many people would say if you have to gain something, you have to lose something. In this case we had to lose our lovely school days in order to pursue our career dreams. But everybody in their corner of their hearts will be hoping against hope if they could visit their college days again……..

WILL THOSE DAYS RETURN!!!!

-Prancing Horse

The Package of HAPPINESS

This is my work space. That is what i'll be using to work. And my work will be coding for many tiring days and even a few nights. This is what i thought when i first entered this place some three months back after inmense training on various programing languages, but there was something else hidden in it for me. A package that contained something everyone wanted to have irrespective of age, time, location etc., and it could be said in one word and that is HAPPINESS .None of my friends were with me at that moment all got posted at different locations.I was almost a "Lone-Wolf" with nothng to do, other than bugging my HR daily for project or something to work upon. Got fed up with that and then decided to sit in this pc and start doing something[i really had no clue what i was going to do with it]. Then i heard a voice behind me shouting at the pc, there i saw someone named pokkiri. We got introduced and he sent me a key to HAPPINESS inside my pc. I recieved it and installed it. It was something i knew for quite sometime. It was COUNTER-STRIKE. I got introduced to all others as RaveN. Pokkiri, Realman, Top gun/gunner, deadman , ruler, hunter ,Ralfii, hatty, phantom , etc., were the new friends i got introduced to. These are nothing but our names in the game and there are even more which i haven't mentioned. We got together, made a bunch. Enjoyed, believe me really enjoyed and helped one other.
They introduced me to Lunch time work [Carrom and Table tennis] and helped me improve in them. Then i got to know more like Maravan, hitman , Thunderstorm and a few more.
A Hurdle:
Then we started conducting tournaments to encourage ourselves and improve the standard of playing. When one such great event was going on we were CAUGHT. As this is illegal according to our company policies our logins were locked and the issue was raised in Hierarchy. After loosening their grips[We got out of the mess], we got bored and few were only ready to take the risk again. Like tsunami they struck us a few times again. But we recovered and found a shell to protect us. Here we had a better chance to escape.
Then we started to build our Castle back. Now we are back.
This is the cubicle after we have left for lunch....

One of my Best Sun-Rise

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Here is something that happened when i was at Mysore. I was very much attracted to the girl sitting behind me in my class, i haven't seen a girl who was so cute till then. As i am a very shy[True] person, i was not able to talk to her i.e. i was not able to start an conversation with her.
As i was the best trainee in my class, though irritated a few by asking a whole lot of [not that stupid] questions, she used to ask some help in her studies from me. On all those moments i used to fly inside[Seriously]. All happened so suddenly that she accepted my proposal which happend like i told her that if we both clear a important exam i would tell her something i wanted to tell her for a longtime[actually not that long but seemed so...kadhal pa], being aa very smart n understanding girl she guessed it correctly n i accepted n so did she.. that too immediatly. It was like heaven's heaven n soon i found everything going away n then suddenly i realised that its gettting late for class n so rushed to bath room with my tovel.
Note: In this blog Those data that is bold n italised are true n the remaining all are dreamt[Just to check how good i m in narrating so drop in ur comments]