Pirindhadhai unara maruthu...

Yendru theerumo indha noi...
Marundhumillai....maruthuvarum illai...
Valithu thudipadhu kuraindhalum
Silirka vaithu maraivadhu thodarum

Udalil unarchi ullavarai... Avanai...
En noiai, yenni
Sindhum thooli kanneerilum
Avan peyar...yennai ariyamal padarum...

Vittu sendraano, illai vittu vandheno...
Indru thanithu nirkum en nizhal
Ketkum kezhviku badhilindri
Ingu vandhu pulambum nilai...

Rains that brought tears...

Raindrops ease the strain
Teardrops release the pain

Raindrops can make a sound
Teardrops can make you sound

Raindrops come with season
Teardrops come with reason

Raindrops ripple in a pool o water
Teardrops ripple in a spill of laughter

Raindrops make you want more
Teardrops make you want some(thing/one) more


Raindrops come with no strings attached
Teardrops come b'coz strings were attached

Raindrops on someone's face- beautiful
Teardrops on my face- more than merely beautiful

Pseudo-nerd loves the rain from inside...

P.S. I love you

No questions were asked
I still sought the right words...
To explain, to state...
Things which others could only comment upon
While you took them aboard...onto yourself

In my decision, you were born...
And in you was born my vent
My space in yours...
My words for mine

Hand-in-hand we have walked
Through verbal instances aplenty
Me always ranting...
Now for the 50th time around

To you I dedicate this.
My blog, you've grown to mean more
Than you can realise in your
Non-living life...

Pseudo-nerd wrote for her blog...after all 50 is FIFTY...

that made no sense, I agree...:)

One song knows your life...

What happens when you hear a song for the first time....written by some lyricist, who definitely didnt know how you felt, but still managed to, by some weird way of the world, hit the bull's eye?

You hear those lines...the tune recedes to the background...poetic license with normal words giving life to your frozen feelings...

You want to ignore the striking resemblance to ur life...but fr how long can you hold out? It gets to you...and you play that song over and over again... You know that song will remain with you forever...at least on ur ipod playlist...

Things'll change...this song may be forgotten among that list of thousands...but another chance encounter on a shuffled playlist, will bring it all back...in full force...

This is my song: Malai Neram from Aayirathil Oruvan

Pseudo-nerd switched on her laptop just to put this down...

Arv, I take inspiration from you :)

Looking away I am
Every time something amiss
Anger rising for no reason
Vexation mostly apparent
Evaporation of niceties by now

Melancholic notes in my head
Ease me into being aloof

All the time wanting something
Leveling the new with the old

Over-simplification

Need escape
Erase my head

Pseudo-nerd will not refute those who think this reflects her mood.

Writing when I hadn't planned to...

I never open my other gmail id...but today I did...and one particular mail sent by someone 2 days ago made me feel all touched...am sorry for being cheesy..but I reely was..:)
It read: Hey write something on your blog. I'm bored and I want to read something. (Or something mostly like this :P)
I felt nice reading it... So here I am writing something...For you to read, Ironmonkey :)

We have lectures all the time in this second floor seminar hall in ACJ (Asian College of Journalism) where I study. The room is filled with students, lecturers and guest speakers...they all congregate here to impart and share their knowledge and viewpoints on various pertinent issues.

But, there is a group, which attends every single lecture...sits through all of them; they never bunk. But they aren't expected to either understand or deliver after any of the lectures- the attenders and technicians who help put together the electronic support for each lecture, presentation and walk around the hall passing the mic when its time for questions.

When I see them, I always wonder if they understood what was being discussed at length everyday within the confines of this lecture hall...do they realise that they could be one of the most informed and aware in their clan, if they could grasp what was being spoken?

Assuming they don't....what does it feel like to sit in a hall where everyone talks in a foreign language, about things that appear very important for any number of reasons? Do they wonder what was going on? Do the power point presentations with charts, figures and estimates make any sense to them? And when people ask questions at the end of the session, and when they are passing around the mic...does it irritate them...to not know what was raising so many questions in so many people's minds?

I sometimes feel jealous of them...they can simply zone out when a boring lecture's happening...they don't have to know why news and numbers are intrinsically related to each other...they wouldn't have an exam, even if its an open book, class test...they can in simple terms be "physically present mentally absent". But we need 85% attendance in each lecture, and have to write exams as well!!! The unfair lives all o us lead....sigh :p

Pseudo-nerd wrote something for ironmonkey today :)

R.I.P. Mansi- the could have been ACJ graduate

I cant remember how many times in the past 3 months I ve fallen sick...
Well, for the records, if anyone s maintaining them, I am sick, yet again...
What do I write with a running nose, a burning throat and an aching face heated by some fever?

It has been on my mind to write abt this for a long time now...ever since I took that disastrous entrance exam in an attempt to get myself a seat in Asian College of Journalism, by far the country's best J-School, right here in my beauty city, Chennai!!

The paper had 2 sections: English and General knowledge. I owe it to my considerable prowess (:D) in the language, which is the reason why am now part of the ACJ Family!
The GK paper left me in such a state of demoralisation, I wouldnt want to accept it openly...
Even if I had no clue what the answer was to a particular question, I had the audacity to write something there on the space provided. On embarrassing retrospection, I found out they were so way off the mark, I had myself as well as my frends splitting into long spells of uncontrollable laughter...

That day evening, at home, I told myself and my family to just forget abt me making it to ACJ...
Then the list of ppl selected for the interview level was out...and MIRACULOUSLY (Im not exaggerating, here!!!!) my name was there on the list...it was jus too good to believe, and that is why I say, my English will save me in life :D

One day after the list was out, to which both Asha and Rashmi (my best frends in coll) had made it, the three of us were discussing...yeah...ACJ!!! They talked abt this mail that they had been sent from the management asking them to appear for the interview on a specified date and other details. I didnt remember having gotten any mail from ACJ...and I began to genuinely panic: What if my name had been put up on the list by mistake?, I wondered miserably...

On checking my mail Id again, I had received the mail two whole days earlier and the dyslexic thing Im becomin nowadays, I had missed it!!!!! Ahhhh, the RELEIFFFFF!!!!! :D:D

Interview Day:
After spending two whole days in the company of nothing but newspapers and news channels, I arrived at the Centre quite well prepared. Im sure I was scaring a few ppl with my constant discussion of possible questions and promptly answering them myself a few times or torturing my friends into answering a few other times!!!

My turn to face the panel:
I walked into the room with my meticulously prepared portfolio (which they didnt so much as glance at :|) The questions began:

Q: I see, you've got the Best Outgoing Student Award from Journalism Department in your college...

A: Yes, Sir. I have. (Smiling modestly :p)

Q: I see from your application form, you live opposite Valluvarkottam. What can u tell us abt it?

A: (I gave a whole host of details known to me )

Q: Who is the architect of Valluvarkottam?

A: (Mentally: $%#&@(#&) Errr...I dont know, Sir...

Q: Do you know, Thirukural?

ASIDE: For those o you who ve no clue wat this place is: It is a charriot like structure built as a tribute to the Tamil poet, Thiruvalluvar. It houses a statue of the poet-saint. He is the author of the book, Thirukural, which has been translated into several world languages and provides guidelines on how man should lead his life. It is acclaimed to be relevant even today, though it was composed many several years ago.

A: (Mentally, again: WTF is this!!!!) Yes, Sir. I had Tamil as m second language in school.

Q: Recite one for us

A: (Thoroughly baffled by the direction this interview was taking) * I recited the first kural, popularised by Balachandar's Kavithalaya title music :P *

Q: Why Do you think Karunanidhi (who is the current CM of Tamilnadu and the one who built this monument) suddenly built a charriot like structure for Thiruvalluvar?

A: (Openly going %$&(&*$%&^) I....don't know, Sir.

Q: You seem to have covered the 'Margazhi Season' quite extensively. What do you know abt it?

A: (I tell them whatever I knew about the season and its popular kachcheris)

Q: How many concerts are there in a seson?

A: I dont know, Sir. (I wasnt even bothering to get baffled now :|)

After such questions which brought my morale to an all time "high", I was asked a couple of questions to which I thankfully knew the answers...how come??? Because they were questions abt news in the past weeks!!!! That is how I expected the entire session to progress!!!

Q: What is your area of interest in journalism?

A: (I think this terrible answer was a product of the complete demoralisation I underwent a few minutes back) Social INTEREST, Sir.

ASIDE: There is no such area called Social Interest. Its Social Issues :|

Q: Can you tell us what u mean by the term, "social interest"?

There...that was my undoing I think. My area of interest is NOT social issues, least of all social INTEREST!!!!!!!!!!!! My interests lie in POLITICS!!!!!!! :((

I crapped so badly after that...I dont have the heart to embarass myself in such public glare by recounting what I crapped there, trying to explain what the hell ever I meant.

They finally said: That's it Aruna. You can go.

As, I was getting up...the Dean, Mr. Sreekumar Menon went : "Wait wait!!! We need to ask you the mandatory questions!!!!

I freaked out on hearing this: "What???? The interview begins only NOW?????????", screamed the voice inside my head....

Then they asked:
Will you be requiring hostel accomodation, Aruna?

I must have sighed quite audibly with relief...and that just drew more smirks from the "PANEL"

A: No, Sir. I wouldnt be requiring it. (Bcoz I wouldnt be getting admission int he frst place, I said in my mind voice...and trooped out of the room.

The next one week before the results were out...I put myself thru hell...I dont know why it made such a big difference...getting into this place...it DID!!!!

And finally, the results came:
NAME STREAM
Aruna Television

:D :D :D :D :D :D I just couldnt help feeling happy to a fault!!!!!

Now, its a almost a week since college began...the very frst day began on a tragic note, with one of the girls falling to her death from the hostel terrace the very day she checked into it...

I dedicate this post to that lost life...Mansi.