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i apologise for the same [
14 10 07
]
[ mood | bitchy ]

omg now tht i read the previous post.....it is soooo bloody crappy.....fulla wannab non-humourous crappp..sorry!!!

swat :(

2 cs #

[
30 6 07
]
[ mood | pensive ]

i am not into blogging anymore... :(...dono why dono wut to write about.....MUSIC!...currently listening to the bittersweet symphony...makes me realise what gets me going in this world fulla ppl who hate you who don care bout you or those few who'd give their lives for you....i don wanna fit into any boundaries....spontaneity is my rhythm...im sure its yours too even if you dont realise it...so ma dont stop me from gettin my tattoo done...how many years am i gonna be around...i don wanna please anybody...but if you do like me id love you back....i don care bout wut you tel me...wut you think of me...ignorance is such sweet bliss...god blessed ppl write music where i can drown for those few moments and forget about everythin happenin around me......til the day i go deaf...get goin with the rhythm plug those fones on its the only friend whose gonna get you out of your mess you know....its the only legal aphrodisiac around......so don waste your time reading this unless u already got your favourite song running........there isnt enough time in my life to listen to people brood on their sorrows...if someone dosn like you they aren worth your time.......nobody sets your rules or mine..be what you wanna be..taste freedom...shave your head...dye it pink..punk is still in...bungee?...go for it...... indulge...i am not askin you to lose sight of your goals.... but hurts nobody to have a little fun..
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life...no change i can't change..i can't change i can't change but im here in my mind but im a million different people from one day to the next i can't change my mind no no no..........

sport a life, evisaged by few
follow your dreams faithful and true
even if it does make only 29% sense

swathi chandrashekar

9 cs #

:( [
27 6 07
]
[ mood | bouncy ]

oh my god i finally saw shivaji yesterday........i am deeply ashamed that i have fallen prey to the trap of a co-blabberer's story which claimed to be true!...i solemnly swear that wut i have previously written is not even close to His magnificence and ishtyle...his mushic...the hair the walk n the groovy dance moves..the fights!....omg i accept twas sooo much fun to watch him(no pun intended)

swat

2 cs #

The physical container of our 'activities' [
17 6 07
]
[ mood | lethargic ]

*applause* (@ swat)

Whats with

*the entire world of hindi channels and talent hunts..
*with ppl over-exercising their vocal chords
*judges becoming good actors
*K heroines and heroes' obsession with make overs and plastic surgery
*not to forget their hearts that beat at the rate of 80 per minute (two for every villi/heroine/baa/beti/kaamwali bai/whateva)
*Polygamy reasoned through valve exploding pressures to which lead characters succumb. (You can expect the news channels flashing 'should polygamy be legalised?' anytime in the near future)

???

I talk crap, think crap, watch crap!
God! I pray you guard and guide my remaining faculties from crappy malfunctions of the otherwise coherent arbiter, who is right now...totally crap.

K this post is solemnly dedicated to the trash can. (hope the subject, now is understandable)

Sowmy

4 cs #

from a book called 'poems for the insane' [
17 6 07
]
[ mood | bouncy ]

If an S and an I and an O and a U with an  X at the end spells  SIOUX,
and an E and a Y and an E spells EYE -
Pray what is a speller to do?
If an S and an I and a G and an H and an E and a D spells SIGHED,
Pray what is there left for a speller to do but to go and commit Sioux-Eye-Sighed?

....its great words like these that inspire me...

Swat

2 cs #

for you ric [
16 6 07
]
i know you can write loony too
but i dont care even if u go poo
coz all i badly wanna do
is to make everybody insane too
and as for all my crass words
u gotta ask miss morera worth
coz she was the one who made me brood
on homonyms before i learnt one plus two
and your troll n ogre n pretty femme
happens to be ma best friend (watch out)
not even tht you hafta goto bed
ill haunt even before your dead!



swat


 
1 c #

Load of bullshit part 2 [
16 6 07
]


pink pink everywhere (in my new room)
wut a horrid sight!
not another colour to stare..
from the vibgyor of light
n there's a pimple outbreak on my face,
so many!...that there is no more place...
crappy crappy words i write,
with no concern for my reader's plight.
yeah right like i give a damn..
damn me back if you can!
(or you could comment!)

cheers! (but not too cheerful)
swat

4 cs #

[
15 6 07
]
[ mood | bouncy ]

PPL THIS BLOG (or blahg) IS MAINTAINED BY TWO PEOPLE.......SWATHI (thts myself)...and SOWMYA(thts not me)....wutevas in gray is mine n she writes in blue.....i hope there wont be anymore confusions!!!

cheers!
swat

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shivaji...the coming back of the gramps [
15 6 07
]
[ mood | flirty ]


(as found in the ever-trustworthy source called the netsearch)

well guess what!! Rajini is playin a double role in Sivaji . One role will be a rich Daddy(who runs a college) and one joyful son....Big Daddy  was an owner of a college(a purrfect gentleman o course).... n gues wut...he is not liked by villains n they kill him! ...so now joyphull son takes after rich daddy...but the bad guys cheat him and takes all his fathers wealth and leaves the son with just one rupee(sounds familiar?). Now here is the major twist(the metamorphosis of a rich spoilt kid into an ambitious entrepreneur) Rajini tossing the one rupee coin promises the people that he would get back all the wealth, fame of his father with this one rupee(yes jus ek rupya!!). 
                         <<Interval>
Blah blah blah he works, becomes a millionaire(nothing less wud do for him!!) and gets back all his fathers wealth(obv). Then comes his dramatic revenge on the villains who killed RichDaddy after which he gives all the money to the poor and leaves the place again tossing the one rupee coin(sob...sob....silence).
(and as usual shreya is not of any importance in the movie...except ofcourse for a lot of revelations ;) and hipshakes)
                        <<le fin>>

 
cheers
((swat))

 


5 cs #

[
14 6 07
]

sowmy...that was an insightful list of things to do by ur A.E (alter ego i presume)...but when you understand as i have over the past eighteen years, experience teaches you that once a lazy bum, is a lazy bum and wil be a lazy bum (study subject was my sis ofcourse!)...as for your mother i think you need to learn how to become partially deaf, i was not always a master honey, but practice and penance has paid off, and now i must say im completely lacking in wut do you call it..soranai(only at home ofcourse!)...no wonder we dont even make thirty percent sense together

Swat

2 cs #

Pause - SO4 [
13 6 07
]
[ mood | productive ]

I’m back! Mwahahaha!!!  Ok, that was for the effects… I dint go anywhere but a few hills nearby, sneezed a damn lot, walked a hell lot, ate like I was gonna die tomorrow. So basically, everything is compensated.

One whole month of total vettiness, where I was blahed a lot by people who thought they ‘knew’ me two years back… I am all set for another twenty days where I get to blah you! Yes! YOU! Mwahahaha! (sadistic pleasures in life!)

 Completely lost in this sudden outburst of blahness, I choose to pause here… Take a deep breath, and remind myself of the very ‘constructive’ activities to my credit in the past one month (while my mom is screaming at me in the background … “ethaavathu aakapoorvama pannu!”)

                          I’ve been trying to get some work done         (lol)

 It’s hard not to draw comparisons you know… especially when you know that the entire professional community of your age is either engaged in some academic activity or touring the world with undying vigor to uncover the mystery that has been boggling my mind for the past two years –architecture.

Even while I type this out, A.E is constantly nagging me about my idle state of being. 

‘What a waste of human resource!!!’ I tell her.

‘Exactly my point!’ she replies like she would bite me any minute. (I really suck big time with sarcasm! Big time that even she won’t understand. So ‘duh!’. We both are. )

 Ok. For satisfaction’s sake, here goes the list of things I intent to do, to set right the major imbalance in life – work against umm… no work, in the next most crucial twenty days of my vacation. 

1. Learn the basics of cooking

2. By-heart Vishnu Sahasranamam (point to be noted- this has never been stuck off the  innumerable lists of ‘things to do’ made in the past twelve years).

3. Mess around with dad’s camera, hoping to get a few stock images that are original, and also make resources out of them.

4. Visit a few temples in the vicinity that I’ve been ignoring for the past one month. I’m getting scary dreams…(boooo)

5. Organize cyber life a bit.

6. Organize real life a lot! (includes making a phone book, cleaning a cupboard that I’ve not tried opening outta fear… and allied activities.)

7. Read newspaper everyday.

8. Mess around more with PS.

9. Practice Careful Accident-free Driving

10. Watch a lot of mokkai movies my sister’s got on the PC (Only in breaks :P)

11. Lastly, fantasize how horrible the next sem is gonna be.

 Well, the list is never ending… just that I am not able to remember half of the things right now. It’s like those times in the examination when your mind stops thinking when you feel the examiner is forcing his unwanted vision on your paper. A.E… I hope you are reading this.

 And for those who are reading this, A.E is no one but a sane-r side of me. She has a name I refuse to pronounce here. I’ve been talking constantly, for the past one month with her… and I have to say she has helped me uncover a few unpleasant truths about myself. Details later.

 Have to scoot right now, duty calling!

 P.S . The guy/girl who flicked swat’s cam… This is for you. What the hell will you do with just the cam? Silly fella, the manual, chords and stuff are still with her. So in case you don’t know how to handle that beauty… you know whom to call now! ;)


Sowmy


 


5 cs #

load of bullshit part1 The Delirious Four.....swat [
11 6 07
]
[ mood | touched ]

Long long ago, there was the delirious four,
consisting of Swat, Gun, Raj and
So
Who sat to make a movie, a movie so real
a movie which cud ve shook you to the heel,
twas about duty n trust n pride
a story so beautiful that even raj cried!
we made her act and cry on screen
n we laughed even more!
oh wat exciting adventures of the delirious four!

twas then we realised our story needed a guy,
too bad prash was so nearby
poor guy did his part best,
with so much patience n so much zest

lil did we know we screwed up the tape
lil did i know i was to lose my cam the next day
n the next time any o u guys wanna make a movie
pls dont for heavens sake!


P.S. to all colege mates
        Handycam still remains missing --
SONY DCR HC 90 E!!!...
         if u do find it contact me

5 cs #

SO4's resilience [
11 6 07
]
[ mood | blah ]
[ music | Tu Jahan ]

 If you are reading this and intend to read further on, all I have to say to you is

 Go ahead, read ‘em all, judge me a pathetic mad person… a paranoid of sorts.
I won’t be bothered, by what you think of me. I am what I am and I dare to be so.

 Giving you a preview on what you might ‘encounter’ in the entries to follow, I’d like to say that I tend to have a lot of thoughts flooding the ill fated faculty in my head whenever I am alone/talking/listening/reading/seeing/observing- basically anything.

 These are my thoughts – my ideas – purely MY OWN – unless I refer to someone else’s.

I don’t expect you to agree with whatever I have to think here or say – I am prudent enough to understand that you are not me and that you don’t know me inside out. Only I do (or rather I am comfortable believing so.)

 Secondly, if you do disagree with what I have to say here (heck! Eventually you will!), And you cannot suppress your urge to come up to me and give me a piece of your mind – do it nicely. I am a sensitive person (fundamentally…yeah, but now losing it to friction by experiences and situations) and I don’t like it when you are rude to me. You can bet I won’t be rude to you as well.

 Thirdly, don’t go around spreading the word - that I am paranoid. I am conscious of the image (!?!) I sport. Agreed? Then move on…

 Oh! And one more thing. Don’t look for language or literature here… you won’t find it...lol!

 SO4 (SOWMY)

3 cs #

swat's story [
11 6 07
]
[ mood | devious ]

Statuatory warning: Not to be read by pregnant women and sap lecturers

Standard disclaimer: Any resemblance to anbody living or dead or teaching is purely coincidental

    
Enough is enough! This is a JOINT BLOG created by one bleak creature(sowmya) and one blah creature(swathi) aimed at thwarting all the insignificant creatures who stand in our way of architectural excellence. Muhahahahah!......people around us said Stop we dont want to hear you any more!.....(but yeah ryt like there is any end to our bull shiting)
               
 I was told tht a history is essential to any autobiographies tht is gonna be treasured in the future....here is my history.....Long long ago far away on the coasts of the bay of bengal was born an extremely intelligent n naked girl baby.......mystical things happened with the birth of this prodigy far beyond the knowledge of the poor mother that she ws left to be brought up by the wise and old creatures of the jungle(aka the grandparents)...The wise creatures struggled their best with the baby....but gave up the day the baby started to talk....wise creatures of the jungle knew that once blah is always blah....she grew up amongst the other offsprings of the jungle family(aka cousins)....it was a struggle for survival in those days...struggle to get the sacred key to the wonder chest(aka tv remote)....games would often become bloddy at the end........long wars were waged between the neighbouring clans in the jungle(aka neighbours)....so was the childhood of this extremely intelligent n now not so naked baby girl......Even at tht age jungle guardians(aka teachers) wud be scared to mess with her...she was often told tht she  radiated knowledge equal to tht of the buddha...she often had to suppress her excellence not to give her fellow primates(aka classmates) a complex....great tales about this part of her highness's life will be dealt with later..
            
People with extremely high intellect were the only ones capable of understanding her...in junior n senior jungles(aka school n college)...now in the third year in senior jungle(aka sap anna university) the evolution of this girl is in a stage where she is a single freak n she is extremely proud to say tht she loves being one.

 Swat



           

6 cs #

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