A for Apple...I for Ipod

I always believed (though i believed in a lot of craps, i believed this one too) watching English movies & hearing Tamil songs would do a complete justice to a teenage entertainment thirst. Importantly that also means not watching Tamil movies and not hearing English songs. Heavy metal, death metal, rock , jazz etc never failed to rumble my diaphragm be it inside a car, cafe or where ever. Tamil-melodies. Wow :) The consummate mix of Tamil lyrics and the unadulterated music could right away titillate each and every music-sensitive emotional receptors of your body. I used to say!!! Hmmm though not am completely contradicting the above notion of watching this and hearing that now YES am more likely inclined towards hearing english songs, inspite am not understanding not more than two to three sentences of those lyrics :) That also includes hindi songs and lyrics:)

Thanks to all the above musical creations for zipping up my weekly-weekly 4 and half hour Coimbatore travel to around 1 to 1 and half hours :)

Yes Steve jobs is now in my persons-influenced-me list :)

Me and my ipod :) Believe me we are making a very good pair :)

No looking back.....

Very far I ve come. So far. This seems to be a myriad miles away from a place where I must have spend to stay happy, taken into consideration if my happiness consists primarily of dozing away all the time.

"hi Anbu" , 'you  are been recognized and you come in the frame at so and so millisecond ‘for whatever god damn reasons that you may think' says the "testpro.cpp" output screen…

Yeah this is new to me. My present it means.This feels like am very independent and a stranger friendly guy at least for the sake of a bloody survival. Wry smile I show to those of them who I think must not be in my to success or some damn reason for it may be…

All I need at this time @ 7:04PM my Pc shows. I need to go back.

Go to the first day of my school...or Go to my first day of school...watever...

 The second standard class room. I remember. Of course I forgot the previous classes…

Slide unknowingly into the first day of my boarding school. And to cry again seeing my mom disappearing, behind the iron bars. Yeah so hard I cried.

At least go to the first day of my college. Beautiful. yeah so beautiful. And to sit in the last bench thinking that must be the happiest place to be in.

Need to sleep all the day particularly in class rooms and to stay owl till 2 in the night. Dire craziness. But there were a lot of reasons then which I had to fell my presence in the world. Oh yeah I ve lost all of them. Every dime of it.

Hmmm does every paragraph need a completion? If then am sorry myself that my hands are stroding through the keyboard at some odd speed which I don’t mind noting down. Yes the past is always and yeah for most of my past is beautiful. Some body make that ‘beautiful’thing in caps…

Yes I cud type even something so so fast just  after the next second of my closing my vc++ screen...

And I need to finish this up somehow. So I bravely jump into the present which now I feel privileged to get in :) Yeah I do vacillate a bit but give my heart a good chance to say aloud what it has to say……