Laments Of A Lazy Language Learner............

TITLE BRIEFING: Friends, Countrymen and others...............for the past year and a half of my college life, I have tried......yes, I have tried........I juggled with them, tried to cope up or (in a more desperate scenario) keep up, with what is being said around me...........and..........I failed, yes...... I failed, not just miserably but quite fascinatingly (if the word be used). I now have my back against the wall......I have owned up to the fact that Hindi and Telugu are several leagues beyond my limited language scope, for all I have tried which includes (futile) attempts at watching movies in both languages, without and with translators (blessed souls), without and with sub-titles were efforts in deep deep vain at the end of the day.

HISTORY (It's mine OK ! so don't go to sleep): Before the beginning of my college years...........I could pass my life with the occasional thump of a Hindi song in vogue in my ears or maybe in an extreme case, go and watch a movie in Hindi that was critically acclaimed(eg: Lagaan, only movie that fit the bill).
At that juncture, surely Telugu was one of the farthest things, let alone languages, from the mind of a careless, free, school-going child trying so desperately to scrape a good grade his second languaged subject of his mother-tongue that he had to TAKE FOR A SUBJECT (I'll admit........I was never a high flyer in Tamizh, though things did improve much towards the end)...........For the skeptics, here's food for thought. An Example for my 'exemplery' 'proficiency' in my mother-tongue (I'm just heaping more pressure onto myself), I shall show you my all time favourite mistake, a mistake that would be cited on and on for three generations after myself and still greeted with impressive responses of laughter................போக்குவரத்து (transportation) blissfully became பெக்குவரத்து (god knows what it means, I sure as hell don't got a clue).......not only do i wonderfully "draw the wrong symbol" but i also forgot to "give a leg"when required. It may not seem to be a great mistake but when you've had 7 years education in the subject before making this mistake, YOU WILL CUT A SORRY FIGURE.
When I start to screw up I really do screw up big time. (If anyone is interested it would be willing to show one of my 7th grade or 8th grade examination papers, anyone will keep you laughing for a good amount of time)

So after deep thought and intense speculation and remembering other such traumatising incidents(one involving the complete harassment, all in Tamizh, of an essay titled வாழையும் அதன் பயன்களும், my mom was literally on the verge of tears after three intense hours of brain drilling whilst little me in the third grade seemed hardly that old or mischievous to cause my mom's hair to start graying that soon) and citing my wonderful life.......
the moral of the story is hence aptly "IGNORANCE IS INDEED, INDEED BLISS".

TIDBIT: God, however kept things on an even keel by at least making my English a bit better than by other "FLAMBOYANT LINGUISTIC ABILITIES"......

FUN-FACT: The first "big word" that I learnt and proudly told my mom that i had learnt a new word was CATASTROPHIC (after seeing one SWAT KATS episode whose funda was to always replace a C with a K).......well my mom wasn't surprised.......her first thought was that it's only fitting that i first learn words which mean what she's going through in life because of me.

Now for the THEORY: I'm a தமிழ் guy by birth and since time immemorial have been blurting only this language since i started talking.....I was a late talker by the way........My parents were a bit scared when I didn't talk but when I did they were overjoyed.......that was the last time they were overjoyed listening to my voice.......now they want me to shut up and do something useful in life for a change.

My life has taught me that all human being with respect to their linguistic ability are blessed with a SPAN.........that span is variable for different people...........MORE FOR SOME AND SOME FOR MORE. Well that's the way the ball bounces.......take an example here,

Me : My language span was a bit on the smaller side and comprised of
1.தமிழ் - my MOTHER TONGUE, and
2.English -my STEP-MOTHER TONGUE,

History or should I say children's books have also taught us one more important lesson that is, IT IS always the MOM that is good, kind and everything else fine, but IT IS THE STEP-MOM who is always in the spotlight, be it in Cinderella, Snow White and other fairy tales or be it even JULIA ROBERTS, who made it big at the box-office because of a "STEP MOM" movie (Susan Surandon took a back seat).................

My life is also no exception, English rode(though at least not at the crest of the wave, but was moving steadily) whereas தமிழ் was getting bushwhacked from all sides by me and ask me the same question 10 years ago, when I would have said vice-versa...........

So hence my entire span is occupied by two major power horses(English and Tamizh)......It's like Jackson துறையும் ஆங்கிலேயர்களும் versus வீரபாண்டிய கட்டபொம்மன் waging an intense battle inside my head............

And hence it is entirely not possible to put Laloo's Hindi aloos or a Tenali Raman for Telugu inside my head right now, but they have slightly encroached existing elements in the battle for my mind and have set up camp somewhere and blissfully STUCK IN THE "NO MAN'S LAND" of the battleground is my OWN SWEET SANITY SUFFERING and STRUGGLING FOR SURVIVAL................

Minor mutinies are also occuring then and there inside............
Little hints of Hindi are now hurting my தமிழ்(tamizh) but not very badly seeing as tamizh is still capable of keeping hindi at bay like the old times(which by the way caused many unfortunate souls like me away from the language at a younger age).........but if this was not bad enough for me who today is in a situation of turmoil, even the smallest but
Tiny trace of Telugu are now taking a heavy toll on my English (I swear.......I started making grammatical errors reminiscent of kindergarten students taking their first steps in the language).


Ramble 1:
Once you've gotten older and aware of the fact that certain languages are good enough to see off your life in good health.......on comes the imposing insistence of the need to learn a foreign language.
I dont get the point, anything that is not your mother tongue is foreign, so if they mean to say Japanese, French or Spanish etc. they actually mean foreign^2 or far-foreign language...........

Ramble 2:
Another thing that i dont get is the Germans, Chinese(who i like very much as a good set of people with a great football team for the former and still communists for the latter) insistence that they always are different when used along with other normal people.
The French speak French,
The Spanish speak Spanish,
The Japanese speak Japanese, The English English(obvious, but then..........so do we)
whereas The Germans speak Deutsche and the Chinese speak Mandarin, Cantonese........(i still don't know what language they're referring to when they say Chinese).

Unrambled................

OUTCOME OF CRAP TALK:
See, the point is the language span is like a pie chart with a large radius during our early years and one of a decreasing size as time progresses, it is quite better known that you pick up a language from an early age and that it becomes more difficult as the days pass.
Hence if you want to get a language learnt, better make sure that you are young enough and make sure sure that you are somthered with the language in all directions because the fastest way to learn a language is PRESSURE from all sides to learn it as a tool for survival, an indispensable part of your life............

Well pretty much as of now, Tenali Raman just handles the humour and Aloo sry Laloo with my politics..............

SO Know forth my comrade, we never know when the TONGUE MAY SLIP or the MIND MAY BLIP.........these are not in our control

SO MAY NOT YOUR WORD FALTER, SPECIALLY AT AN ALTAR (courtesy: F.R.I.E.N.D.S) OR YOUR FUTURE MAY BE ALTERED WITHOUT FALTER FROM THE FRIEND THAT IS FATE.........

"Barber"ious: Babblings of a receding hairline

The title aptly explains my overview on the matter.................

My parents decided that enough was enough, they could not "Stands no more" the way my hair was just growing all over the place and not falling into any particular order.........or to put it plainly my hair did not have any partition line in my grossly overgrown patch giving clean testimony to the fact that i did not comb my hair for a (trust me on this) really, really long time.

The only thing that delayed the inevitable haircut day was marred by my parents sentiments on the "Wrong days to cut your hair".....which happened to be Tuesdays and Fridays and I blissfully added Mondays to that list on my own accord..........NOT THAT MONDAY !!!!!
(MOM stayed home) and as it happened............

An ULTIMATUM was proposed...............the day's lunch in exchange for a neatly trimmed top.....
(Can't argue with that, one of the sole reasons i came back from college was to eat well and fatten myself up).......So it had to be done was the final BV (brain verdict).

I took a final look at what would soon find their way to deepest annals of grime and filth at the hair-cut parlour- Several tufts of my own sweet jet black hair (oh!!!!the PAIN!!!!) coz this GREAT WALL of MINEa, shielded my wonderfully receding scalp to quite a good extent and with this protection gone....whoa, things might get a bit difficult from now on till my Old Faithful can grow back........

Please pardon the earlier usage of the term "Hair-cut parlour"- the only place where us desi guys use that is related to ICE CREAM.........i'm more comfortable saying "BARBER SHOP" even though technically its not a shop (called a shop, because technically you are going to get a NEW LOOK, but whether that hair-do becomes a hair-dont IS ALL IN YOUR HANDS)........Why? because it is so!!!

Hence,
RULE 1: Choose your words carefully

The barber you get is generally based on which chair you sit on, so as it happens....if your having a good day, you get an experienced guy who's tremendously skilled.......he's been doing this for a long time and can't do much wrong..........or you get the guy who you've seen in the shop only on that particular day..........

But they all ask the same question.........."What'll it be" after corking your neck for air gaps after the glasses come off and spraying your head with that big bottle with a nozzle (its not a problem if they spray your head, somehow & someway they enter my nose and consequently my overly sensitive nose is wide awake AND I SNEEZE one in all its glory)............A response is awaited.............All my life i've asked for only one thing (been saying that since the first time i walked into the barber shop with my dad when i was 5).

CLOSE one........Really Close cut..........and as though that's an indication to so many things for this guy.....i mean WOW, never thought that that one word had so many directions encrypted.........On saying that he knows what to do to the back, front and the sides as well ........But, this guy doesn't always get single responses from his clients like me........Like, say once i saw a guy while i'm waiting for my turn while reading a newspaper, who more or less my age.......gave his requirements like a Christmas wish-list.....something like

1.Side buns straight
2.Shave not required
3.Razor not required (some people fear AIDS through these blades even if the guy openly changes them before their eyes)
3.The front portion of his head(styled to look abashing to say the least) was not be touched
4. Then the MOMENT OF MADNESS arrives:
"THE MOVIE STAR COMPARISON"-
a. My side like 'Kakka kakka' Suriya
b. Overall like 'Ghajini' Aamir Khan with crossroads at the back of a fully tonsured head.......much like a cherry on top a birthday cake......etc etc.......you get the idea.But the problem is,
people still don't realise that actors get PAID A LOT to get their hair done to suit the roles requirements.....and here it's vice-versa...........Finally,
5. The back side of the head is for the barber to IMPROVISE, depending upon the mood the the barber mostly....................

Here's the flaw in all this, you say something wrong or you say something close to what the barber THINKS you want but is quite contrary to what you actually want,
YOU WILL LIVE TO REPENT IT TILL IT GROWS BACK,
but supposing you grew a punk funk or a ponytail which becomes the victim of the unfortunate blade, just thinking about the number of days that it took you to grow that..........

Rule 2: On violation of rule 1, we must suitably modify our requirements such that it is not noticeable that we made a fool of ourselves while getting our hair done.........

Scenario:(your thoughts)Oops, i did not want that removed.....now what do i do, symmetry is the best solution, let him do the other side too......if he doesn't i'll have to remind him......
(or)
no no no no.......not that, i wanted to have that
(or)
What am i gonna do with this excess. If my DAD SEES ME LIKE THIS AND I SAY I GAVE AWAY 50 bucks for this haircut, he'll sock me left right and centre..............

Hence the rule 2 will now come into play in these sort of scenarios(not exhaustive), hence we must pull off a suitable damage control mechanism...........

Well even with all sorts of experience backing us, a trip to that place always promises a new story to tell..........As is always in everything there are good & bad things that do take place over there.......

RAZOR:(The barber guy's favourite)We all like it when it does that TRKK, TRKK, TRKK sound accompanied by a scraping of cheek skin next to our side buns.............but sometimes when he runs it through the back of your neck and the blade comes across a SWEAT BOIL or God forbid, anything else......that will pain for mornings to come.......................

BRUSH:(Cleaning kit)We like it when it brushes away all loose fallen hair strands on the sides of the neck............but then he runs it through your face(as though the face is a blackboard) and certainly i cant refrain from SNEEZING after that...........(Plant on his face for never learning before i leave)................

and how can i forget the TIMES WHEN HE SIMPLY USES THE STEEL SCISSORS when he cuts along the sides for a good alignment.......

IT'S GOOD WHEN IT GOES ZIK, ZIK, ZIK.............but then the scissors catches a bit of your skin and the body succumbs to an involuntary twitch to the same side of the barber....................

Hence for all you frequenters of the barber shop, and who may or might not agree with me....
The moral goes:
1.For people who's hair grows fast and have to visit often......don't worry atleast be happy that they're still growing!!!!!
2.The lesser instructions to the barber guy, the better...............


And one can only think...........If this is the way for a guy and his hair.............

WHAT ABOUT A GIRL ???????????

Ballad Of The 'BIJLI BATTLES'

All the blame goes to the wonderful and joyous festival day of Diwali.........

A day most synonymous with the usual things like festive mood, happy people, little kids showing off their new dresses, gluttons getting fatter....but the thing that makes it STAND OUT are the FIREWORKS with their wholesome promise of thrills and spills galore.
Things only got better, when the gang(my friends and I)decided to stay back and have fun...( i say so keeping as straight and innocent face as i can).

With more than a K's budget and armed with words, a purchase of 2K odd priced fireworks were made with ruthless baragining from our side cutting the price short.

Little known to us, 5 seemingly small insignificant packets were to stick with us as the tale to be told for long............They were the Bijlis.......(For the lesser enthusiasts, they're the little red things that give out a good pop).

And so came Diwali..........Early morning visit to the temple completely nullified by a SENSATIONAL SIESTA, gave way to the evening.........

Things kicked off with a defeaning bang, almost quite literally when the ATOM BOMB's rolled out and as would always the traditional LAKSMI crackers took their rightful place upon the THRONE OF FIREWORKS which got better when some of us got a bit daring and lighted the things and threw them when the time was ripe.......T'was beautiful.....Mid air blasts...........

All that remained were the aerial shots, rockets and the bijlis, but it was too early in the evening to spew out rockets, so then THE MADNESS BEGAN................

SITUATION:

A solitary agarbathi stick pre-lit and used, 5 packets of the Bijli Bangs, A stolen matchbox with rapidly diminishing number of sticks, a candle which just refused to stay lit for more than 20 seconds but the best of the lot were....................14 dangerous GUYS who wanted to SEPERATE THE MEN FROM THE BOYS.........

It wasn't planned or intended but the group just split up into two factions, one group clinging on to the candle and the matchbox and the other well settled with the agarbathi.......Two teams with each trooper with a handful of Bijlis(henceforth will be referred AS THE B'S)........On either side of the road, Armed and Dangerous..........

Candle Team(me here):
My friend holding on the candle with his left and the B's peeping ever so closer to the naked flame. The thing was that everyone had to light the b's using the candle and it certainly becomes tougher when an over-enthusiastic me managed to extinguish the flame everytime i light, causing great pressure on the candle team specially after the skillfully(or maybe even luckily sometimes)avoiding the torrential throw of b's from the other side.
The team was handicapped but not losing.....guys from our team knew that a throw to a right place on the opposite front would cause enough chaos for our team to recuperate........
And so it happened...... a well launched b straight to the heart of the enemy circle was time enough for the candle team to stage a fight back.

Agarbathi Team:
This team had a stroke of cleverness early on when they seized the agarbathi stick making their job of lighting the b's a bit easier than for the candle team. Had it not been for their hasty and frightened disposal(counting out the ones that hit my teammates squarely on the shirts) they would have shared the spoils a long time ago, but nevertheless, they were the team clearly calling the shots on the battle. They marched forward in royal fashion, towards a team with distorted chemistry in front of the candle flame.............BEFORE...........

OK.......While all this was happening, we were the sight to behold, near 20- odd faces staring at awe at what we were doing......playing like little kids, they might think(but you couldn't deny.........WE HAD STYLE), and all cracker fearing crackpots who had to cross the NO MAN'S LAND OF THE BATTLEFIELD.........were swearing at us freely and hindi being their favourite language( M____t's, B_____t's) were abound BEFORE.............the star turn around occured.......

THE STAR TURN AROUND:
Our territory was being invaded, they had breached our walls and were firing steadily..........but then as fate would have it..............
A brave soul from our team dared to be different, once the enemy had entered our territory, deep enough to not exit quickly enough......this brave soul had the audacity to enter the red zone of the opposition.....and with one sudden swift movement(more a rush a blood to the head.....it happens as he told us later), STOLE THE AGARBATHI from the tight clasp of the agarbathi team, leaving them in the lurch..........

MUHAHAHAHAHA.......A cruel twist of fate had robbed the battle spoil for the Agar.....Not any more....Ammo-Less team.
BUT WE WERE HONOURABLE MEN............After driving them out of our area, the candle was thrown to them seeing as we needed the competition............frantic cries and desperate attempts to reclaim the agarbathi were in vain as the hero proved to be more competent in warding off trouble..........

And so after several misfires, direct hits, near misses, burnt trousers, Bijli stamps and surprisingly even own goal bijlis (by the star......hence dishonoured impromptu), we soon found out that Bijilis worth 200 bucks can only be fun time for only so-much time and hence at last, when the remaining number of B's were down to 10......a truce was called and the last B's cherished...............(however many were used in a manhunt, for a common target....afterwards).


Seeing the instant success of this franchise.........next diwali promises to be nothing short of anticipatory as plan to follow a set of guidelines for the battle
1. Fixed no of packets for each team
2. Each team gets 1 candle 1 matchbox and thankfully......1 AGARBATHI
3. Stealing is strictly forbidden
3. Teams are predetermined, switching not allowed.....
4. Common targets(essentially for fun) are dealt with at last.

The punishment for any sort of violation to the above rules is to eat at the mess, when all the other(your order of parathas gets cancelled) puritans are eating something much better outside.


After the washing of hands greased with combustible material, mind filled with fireworks(pun intended), we had to do the last thing logcially possible..............go out and eat the VICTORY DINNER.........this time neither won...............BUT...........

THE TRUCE NEED NOT ALWAYS BE THE TRUTH.................

The Fifth comes Forth

One from Indian Mythology to kick things off.......

When Lord Shiva carried Godess Parvati's body from the heavens, legend has it that parts of her body fell at different places.

What is the name of the place where her eyes fell........???

D-Day of Diabolical Dentistry

---FLASHBACK---
During the relatively cold month of December 2006, when the festive mood of the Karthigai season had invaded my mum's mind, little lamps of light (agal vilakku) found themselves strewn across the spread of the house. Little did any of these things know, that one of their kin was chosen to make my already messed up life all the more miserable.
A Monday night, as normal as any in my life so far..........but then again, as sleep starving i was, i strode down the hallway and started to ascend the usual flight of stairs to my room, when it happened. My right foot made contact with one of those darn lamps, housed ever so innocently at the very first step of the stairs and quite naturally, i slipped. And then as fate would have it, the repurcussions of a simple mistake of mine is amplified 50 fold and i end up ramming my upper jaw againt the staircase railing (lucky me!!!). two teeth shaking, one wondering whether or not to fall, profuse bleeding, hysterical parents.........Trust me, i was not a pretty sight to behold.
---END---

I ended up getting a "composite ligature wire splinting" and by the end of that complicated procedure, reduced to a guy having his food intake reduced to mashed fluids, next to nothing (I wonder how astronauts survive), straw fed, and was advised a future ROOT CANAL to add to my misery.

---Today---
It promised to be nothing different, i had to learn the outcome of a root canal that i have avoided so stealthily for near two years and as usual it always began with a compulsary tooth cleaning procedure.
An X-ray revealing the good maintenance of my dead front tooth prolonged the root canal.
SCORES: Me-1 dentist-0.
Well, something is on my side today, I thought. A thought that i would live to regret 15 minutes later.
I have had this cleaning process done maybe 3 times before, and they're not always the best experience in the world...............

It always starts with lowering the VICTIM chair ever so slowly till the patient is able the see the full face of the tortu- eh...dentist incharge.
If your bespectacled, they gotta come off first- they dont deserve your punishment.
Then they insert the SUCKER- first it makes your mouth bone dry, and once the doctor starts of, reduces the amount of liquid liable to clog your throat(yeh!!!!right, like that ever happens).
The machines in the clutches of the doctor comes next, one shaped like a pick-axe and the other a sprayer.
When this starts off, the patient is conscious of about 5 types of sounds made by the devices, once they come into contact with the teeth.

1. A sound made that causes a tingling sensation in the body as though everything in the world is dandy, peachy and fine.
2. A sound made which is not so pleasent, but still does enough to keep you sane.
3. A sound typically like KRRRR! KRRRR! when he starts to dig up your eating history, it's like pulling up your guilty conscience, from the root of the root.
4. Next, A feeling on the teeth accompanied by a sound reminiscent of polishing marbles for your house tiling, One of the nastier ones.
5. Here comes the worst of the lot, you know the kind the sounds made by dragging your nails across a blackboard or a key 'cross your car, the sort of sound that gives your GOOSEBUMPS THE GOOSEBUMPS, makes your hair stand on end, and make you to twitch uncontrollably.Well, itzzz back!!!!
The worst part is you cant even swallow your saliva(there's nothing left courtesy the SUCKER, and you cant even move your jaw, fearing what might go wrong if we did).

But maybe after the process is done, the patient now has a smile rivalling any model for a toothpaste advertisement......but as the proverb goes, EVERYTHING HAS A PRICE.

Today i found myself in a similar situation, begging for redemption of my sins past. But today things were different. In my previous encounters, once i spat out the crap and rinsed, 'twas all over.
Not today, he made me lean back again (oops, a feeling of dread eclipsed every emotion coursing through) and........."There's a cavity too" ( he said that as though it was an added bonus), "Want me to fill it up, or on any other day"(I didn't want another day ruined for it). "today, doctor"came my reply (i was feeling less braver by the passing second)

A reply to my mum's question of time as 15-20 minutes soothed my senses a bit.

But I got demoralised completely when i saw the amount and severity of the devices placed before me (It's a cavity, not an open heart surgery for christ's sake).
Once i saw the drill hovering over the proximity of my mouth, I did the only possible and logical conclusion i could make. I closed my eyes and prayed for it to end soon.

30 seconds into "Operation Cavity", a sneak peek revealed Seargent DRILL entering with nothing spare a maniacal menace, sending me into a tizzy.

45 seconds elapsed, nothing yet......and then a sharp pain shooting up inside of me as though a ruptured wound was being tormented on and over again without mercy, and it lasted for till near one and a half minute.

5 minutes later, i felt brave enough to open my eyes and i saw a blue colored syringe, causing me to close my eyes again, feeling sure never to open them again till i got the go ahead.
Then things did start to get better, you could actually feel something filling up inside you, like a mason filling up a hollow brick with cement, and affectionately patting it to see if it's stable.

I was then conscious of an obnoxious taste making its presence felt across my still dry mouth(the SUCKER took a liking to me) and then i realised this was the filling(well, they could have made it taste a bit better, i mean aarggghhh......ghastly!!!).
What followed suite was a gradual grinding across my tooth....(i still did not have the balls to open their counterparts high above)to see what new instruments of medical marvel my mouth was seeing.

After what seemed like 15-20 minutes in normal time....trust, it wont seem like that.....I got a final "wash your mouth" and my heart was back in its place again. My mouth overflowing with the gross fluid from the tube, made it impossible for me to talk to anyone reducing the risk of spitting at their faces. After all the complicated processes now made aware of, I got a small feeling the bill was not gonna be so pocket friendly, and i simply chose not to hear the total estimation, so as to clear my conscience of one thing less.

I started talking again after spitting a major chunk of GROSS, and could not help but think.......at the end of all this pure and pain(ful)less.

1. We always enjoy the food(non-inclusive of mess junk) we eat......BUT it's always the LEFTOVERS that are a problem.

2. This is the only place where we pay to be miserable......In effect, we feel sorry for all the bad things we had done in the past upto the moment we see the dentist playing with a smile with a drill in hand. So, it's more a temple in a weird sort of way (these sessions also mess with my mind, as can be seen by my thoughts).

3. FINAL SCORES: Me-1 dentist-108.

MORAL OF THE STORY: TOOTH IS BITTER................

IT'S ALRIGHT IF YOU DONT BRUSH YOUR TEETH, YOU MAY NEVER NEED A DENTIST.......BUT GOD FORBID, NEVER STEP ON ANYTHING THAT REQUIRES A "TOOTH TOOT GAYA"FROM YOU.

MAY THE TOOTH FAIRY NEVER VISIT YOU!!!!!!!!!.

Q2 Spew

This is a list of 15 languages as follows,

1. ASSAMESE
2. BENGALI
3. GUJARATI
4. KANNADA
5. KASHMIRI
6. KONKANI
7. MALAYALAM
8. MARATHI
9. NEPALI
10. ORIYA
11. PUNJABI
12. SANSKRIT
13. TAMIL
14. TELUGU
15. URDU


Put Fundae on the order.

THE FIRST ONE

Drumroll please................


Dr. Ian P. Griffin, an intellectual hailing from England and who is now CEO of Science in Oxford
University and once a part of NASA's Space Telescope Science Institute in 2007 after discovery,
NAMED A PARTICULAR ASTEROID as the 33179 XXX, named after the manager of his favorite premiership club. XXX is the first of his field to have an asteroid named after him.

Identify XXX.

And so it began................

GOD said let there be light..............

And with that light, man created............He indeed chose to create so much, that unknown to him and blissfully to others around, he was a victim of his own genius.

Henceforth came the advancement of the intellect and the recession of BLISS which started ever slowly since the beginning of time and had not a heavy toll to take since the turn of the twentieth ton. So it began "THE AGE OF ADDICTION".

But Who's complaining............Just imagining life without whatever we now perceive as a birthright is difficult.

Society is in itself a powerful influence on a person, it is something that you would want to be a part of.............but....nevertheless blame it for age old problems like pollution, global warming etc.

And so the CRAP ends................My friends started blogging, so did I.

But why not, Blogging is not a RAT RACE, If u look carefully enough there is only a TRACE of it.
For all those of you who are still with me by the time you reach this segment of the post, the first post is the HARDEST one to paste, things can only get better.

The post-next's all include things cluttering my tiny space inside the cranium.