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The People are who are important. What else is important in life. Relationships are important. But do realise that for some it is these very relationships which screw up their lives. Right now everything is so damn confusing.
What if someone you had a relationship and ended it conveniently decides to come back and haunt you??? Are they the ghost people???
Bleddy Relationships, Bleddy Ghosts and Bleddy People!!!
It is that time of the year when you get to stuff your face with sweets. Anyways here is to not wishing you a Great Diwali!!! Why?Am I freakin’ out of my mind? No No. As I say there is so much confusion about Diwali. See there are so many stories behind it. Here is the most ridiculous one I heard.
There was a Asura (Demon) known as Mahasura. He was a real wicked Dude living in the mountains. Eating shit loads of stuff. He was a terror in the neighbouring villages. So the villagers headed by our Panchayat chief (Nattammai Vijaykumar) signed a treaty called The Mahasura Treaty. Find the conditions of the Treaty below
The villagers will send a chauffeur driven bullock cart with three Massive Balls of Rice to the Mountains.
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Mahasura a.k.a The Wicked Dude
Nattammai Vijayakumar
So the villagers (under the explicit orders of Nattammai Vijayakumar) started sending a chauffer driven bullock cart with three massive food Balls everyday. As the Days went by they could see a new peak in the moutain range. It was the bones of the bullocks and the chauffeurs which was piling up along with all the shitting going on.
So one day Mr Bhima (Not to be confused with Bhim Boy from Michael Madana Kama Rajan, though he did play Bhima in the Mahabharatha Serial) who was in exile with his family members (i.e 4 brothers, one mother and the common wife) found out that Nattammai Vijayakumar is hand in glove with Mahasura. So he kills the Nattammai, and tells the villagers that he will be the chauffeur this time. His Mom asks him not to go. He does not care. The Common Wife pleads, cries and begs him not to go as none of the other brothers are as good as him in bed. (Yudhishtar can’t fantasize because that’s living a lie, Arjun is always aiming for the spot but he is only good with arrows, Nakul and Sahadev are really losers and can’t do much.)
But being the hero he is Bhima goes with the cart. and once he reaches the asura’s cave he realizes that he is very hungry. So he starts gobbling the massive food balls. But while he is eating the third food ball Mahasura wakes up and stands on top of the mountains and sees him food being eaten by some Mahmud Ali Look alike.
There is a huge fight, but each time Bhima tears Mahasura’s body apart he says some magic and the halves join together.
Bhima may have been good in bed
But bleddy no brain in his head.
Once out of frustration he throws the halves in opposite directions. Now body halves got confused and could not join. So Mahasura died and to celebrate his death we eat all those sweets!!! Well this is something I heard from a very unreliable source but he argued till the end that this is the real deal.
Yeah I have never heard this story being connected to Diwali. But Diwali is supposed to be celebrated on a New Moon Day(Night when the moon can’t be seen, namma moon samy can see it though) Why is it celebrated on the previous day in TamilNadu?
After winnig the war in Sri Lanka Rama boarded the special BJP jet plane from Colombo but as the flight was passing the Arignar Anna International Airport it developed some technical snag (Flights were free gifts to the party by Air Deccan) and had to land in Chennai better known as Madras then 
Rama and his team were made to stay at The GRT Raddisson and the people of TamilNadu heard of the dark dude and the fair lady and visited him there. The Sivakasi Firecracker Manufacturers Association(clever people that they are) told the Tamil People that bursting crackers was how a hero has to be welcomed. So that’s how fireworks came into existence.( No it was not the Chinese for Godsake!!!Please stop saying Chinese for everything) All this happened one day before Rama got to Ayodhya. So we celebrate it one day before the North Indians.
Also apparently the Tamilians don’t eat meat on the New Moon Day. So that’s when a conspiracy was hatched to celebrate Diwali one day ahead of the real festival.
If you have any Diwali stories. Please leave a comment I sure love listening to them and blogging about them.
Have you heard of Vishwa? If not please Read ahead…If you have and chances are you have. Still go ahead and read on.
There was a discusson during the Chennai Photowalk. Everyone wanted to know who Vishwa is? Well this Video is of Sathya with his Vishwa. Yes the peacock feathers represent Vishwa (Read about Vishwa Here.Coming up next : Dilip’s Version of Vishwa). Strange that Sathya would hold body parts of a peacock and pose for photos.Something he normally wouldn’t do…
He is a narcissist though, so the poem goes
A Peacock
Is Holding Peacocks’ feathers
Adadey!!!
All said in Code language. He is a Master Cipher and talks a lot in code language.So decipher what he was trying to say.If you know the message please feel free to leave a comment and I would take you out for Dinner if your answer is right. The catch is Sathya will be the judge. Good Luck!!!Cheers!!!
Photo Courtesy: Amirtha
Words make a big difference in this life. Afterall “It’s only words and words are all I have to take your heart away” a real mushy number from Boyzone who have disappeared into some word less place. I know this girl who studied French with me and she sang that song at the Summer fete at Alliance Francaise of Madras. But she is in no way related to this post.
Words have changed history, geography, science etc. You name it and it has been changed by words. Be it the written word or the spoken one. What is the most powerful thing on earth “WORDS” it can change anything anyone anyplace overnight. Madras became Chennai, Jayalalitha became J. Jayalalithaa a.k.a Amma, Hitlers words changed the fate of a race.
Just imagine a life without words, just sign language. I am reminded of old Charlie Chaplin movies which he directed before the Talkies happened so funny but yet again he had to use the written word between scenes.
I wrote about my buddy in crime “Now XXXXXXXXXXX was stopped by the girls when he was trying to take a general picture of the crowd. Reason being he looks like a School Boy Youth” Yeah he threatened me with death if I did not change school boy to something else.
I know this girl who I met through some friends. We met last night and I saw that her nose is all red and me get all concerned when somone is not feeling well
Me : Are you feeling well?
Girl : Yes!!I am perfectly fine!!!
Me : No just that your nose looks like Santa Claus’ nose.
Girl : @##$$ @!@#%$ %#$%$!!!!
I am pretty sure it was something nasty.
Last night was not a great night because I came back and I was chatting with my Buddy Crime and lemme reproduce it here.
As it dawned on Sunday in Yelagiri I realized a lot of things. My Paragliding dreams had crashed. Yes Yelagiri has a Adventure Sports Club which has quite some interesting things to do. But Paragliding was not happening yesterday. But to make yourself useful, the best things to do would be to meet people talk to them and see what you can gather out of the sleepy town with a lot of stray dogs and awesomely tasty fruits. (The Jackfruits from this town is great.)
Nothing much was done on Saturday either. Though I learnt to play Blackjack, Poker, 3 Cards and other card games sometime during the night.
Earlier on Saturday Sharan and I had taken the bus to the hill station before which we had waited for the bus at Jolarpettai while listening to a girl talk on one of those wayside Tea Stall’s Pay Phone. It was one of the most interesting speech I had heard in a while. Though I would have loved to hear the other side of that conversation too.
She was getting guys and girls ready for some programme. She was asking “Are the Girls Good Looking?” “Are they thin? because people either ask for thin girls or they ask for plump girls.” The guys were never discussed. She was loud and called herself Sindhu. Though I did assume what programme she was conducting I can assure you that it was not a Doordarshan Programme.
Back to my Sunday’s dashed paragliding dreams. though I did miss my adventure for the weekend I was very happy when I boarded the Banglore Express back to Chennai. I did something that I normally don’t, I crossed 4 railway tracks 2 railway platforms and got into the train from the wrong side of the platform. (What Platform actually there was no platform?)
Bleddy Adventure…
