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Vanja Pugazhchi

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A couple of quotes that made me roll with laughter

If a tiger had sex with a tornado and then their tiger-nado baby got married to an earthquake, their offspring would be Rajinikanth. Or, as his films are contractually obligated to credit him, “SUPERSTAR Rajinikanth!”

In the first scene of Padayappa (1999), he’s asked, “Hey man, who are you?” and his answer is a four-minute musical number in which he plays the harmonica, flips through the air, oversees a massive martial-arts demonstration, and then morphs into a baby. At the end, the village chief says, “Padayappa, that song was excellent,” at which point the music revs up again, Rajinikanth climbs a 30-foot-tall human tower and smashes open a clay pot, fireworks explode, and the director’s credit flies out of it.

Is this what they call vanja pugazhchi, I am only asking because my tamil is as bad as the superstar’s acting, I have asked this before and will ask this again ‘How the hell did he become a superstar?’. Dont bother answering, it was a rhetorical question.

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My Precious

I lost my pen, again. I dont remember who borrowed it from me. Beggers I can tolerate, but I just cant stand the folks who shamelessly borrow pens, at banks, at post office, at work and just about everywhere. These folks never bother to return the fuggin pen. And these arent the kind of people who understand the value of a pen. These are the people who leave it on their shelves whereupon the pen slips into space-time wormholes and returns to its source or worse use it for maliga-kada-kanakku.
Unlike many around me, I dont use the pens from the office stationary depot. They are alright for general note taking, but they dont provide the right doodling experience. No, I buy my own pens. And I buy pens like people buy cars. I take a myriad factors into consideration, everything from the viscosity of the ink, its blottiness on different papers, the pointiness of the tip, the grip, the weight, the look on my face when I rest the pen gently on my chin and stare into the ceiling in deep thought and so on. I even try different pens from the same kind, the whole process is akin to Harry Potter choosing his wand, except I lose my pen and repeat the process every two months.
I havent seen my pen since last weekend. Its a black felt tip pen. Gawd, I fell like Smeagol. we hates it, stupid-pen-stealing-fish-poo-gargling-idiot, we hates it forever.

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Scary stuff

I have seen some scary stuff in the short time that I have been here, nothing beats what I saw today – a db query with a couple of hundred unions. Mommy.. I am scared.

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Lemon Tree

Heard the song after ages yesterday while driving back home.

Heard it half a dozen times this morning. It sounds peppy but somewhere around, it has a hint of melancholy about it. Think its about a guy coming out of a failed relationship who stays depressed for a while. But then realises Isolation is not good for me, dusts himself and gets back into the desert of joy, tells himself he will get another toy.

Nice easy song to sing in the shower. I especially like doing the dap.. da-da-da-da-deedata… da-da-da-da-deedata.. dap-deep-dida.. 😀

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Lucas

Scored a screamer yesterday.

Of course this only delays his crucifixion. Some people cant wait to pin him down and curse him for the teams failings.

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