The Black Clouds sailed apart and a ray of light penetrated in.The ice had started to melt.The azure started sparkling even more,vying for attraction. The world was not the same anymore.

It'd been a year since Nathan Blake had died,buried into self exile,to escape the series of unfortunate events.But after all the unfaithfulness and disbelief, he had been exculpated,forgiven by the magnanimous almighty.The lord had given him another chance to rise,the right way.

"Life's a Marathon...It don't matter who leads the whole way, winning matters"

"Defeat 'defeat' before 'defeat' defeats you!". But there's a limit to everything.The series of defeats had shattered him."When god betrays,Satan is the messiah"-so he thought

He turns thou into a pessimist.
When you think everything ain't for good.
The demon listens on.
Even when you knock the wood.

Even a superhero like Spider-man loved it when he was engulfed by the evil 'Venom'.Nathan too enjoyed it a la folie... But whenever he wanted to be himself,he never could. Because he had changed.A poikilothermic he had become, a cold blooded fish!, out of the ennui and his milieu.When the drizzle in the city,movie with friends made him feel good and bubbly! he would listen to brutal lyrics the other day to kill the tender feeling.But Nathan had been loved for the former characteristics.

"Um not like them,But I can pretend.
The sun's gone,But I have some light.
The day's done,But um having fun.
I think um dumb,or may be just happy."(Dumb-Nirvana)

But he never felt that way for people.People who loved him,he let them down. "People change for good,even I have"-So he thought!

But he was so wrong!

The almighty equals everything eventually.
But all a devil can do is bury.
Its not about lord betrayal child
but the satanic chicanery.

One fine day,his friend commits suicide.Belonging to the same cabal, the devils laughter sounded again and again and struck him again and again as nightmares. He couldn't take this anymore.He sould clearly see where he would be some years from now.He wasn't a suicidal,but he was considered one.But he was worried about what happened to his friend. He stopped,cried

Before you savour the abject path
and hell slams ,on you, its gate.
Come back to the lord my son!
It's never to late.

Then came some angels in his life...six of them, they drove him out of it.They were here to rescue him. He was finally happy. There it was! the gates...when the devil finally appeared! The red aura in the darkness was the only thing he could see. Then he showed up finally.Nathan was stunned,he knew him,revered him.Yet why did he treat him this way?

In his devilish cacophony he began

"Bizzare is the aberrance of your lord"

Blessed with 10 heads ,the icon of lie and perjury
is the one who praised the lord.
But the one who fought for his mother
Thy son,is still called the Elephant god!

Chennaification!

Frenchman in a lungi
Tries to pick up Tam(il) tradition
People here go crazy coz of Rajini's fascination
And if you've seen such kinda things
It's Chennaification

There are lotta many simple girls
with all these problems in relations
you may think they are sweet
but you cant understand their frustration!
It's understood that Marina beach sells Chennaification!

Parents tell their children
they'll get a Disneyland vacation,
But it is in 'kishkinta' its just a sick creation

[Chorus:]
love the Bessie W****
and drinking 'more'(buttermilk)

Dream of Chennaification
Dream of Chennaification

People flock to the giant complex of CMBT bus station,
Teenage chav smoking the fag looking at journey information,
And buy me a drink at the 10D thing, its Chennaification,

Burma Bazaar's the final frontier but its awaiting its destruction,
And 0- chilled in seconds on the supercool FM radio station,
And Pondicherry's not far away its Chennaification!

Born and raised by those who're into cultural propagation
everybody's been there
and
I don't mean Central Station!

[Chorus]

Shopping at The Spencer gives a good feeling of elation,
But its just car fumes that gives a good sensation
A civilian revolt couldn't save the world from Chennaification

Parents tell their children
they'll get a Disneyland vacation.
But now they go and hit the bar
And hash is what they're craving

THE STUPID BUT MATURE GENERATION OF OURS!

How did one survive growing up in the 70's, 80's and 90's?
We had no seatbelts, no airbags..

Cycling was like a breath of fresh air…

No safety helmets, knee pads or elbow pads, with plenty of cardboards between spokes to make it sound like a motorbike…

When thirsty we only drank tap water, bottled water was still a mystery…

We kept busy collecting bits & pieces so we could build all sort of things … and we were fearless on our bicycles even when the brakes failed going downhill…

We were showing off how tough we are, by how high we could climb trees & then jumping down….It was great fun….

We could stay out to play for hours, as long as we got back before dark, in time for dinner…

We walked to school, or sometimes we even rode our bicycle.

We had no mobile phones, but we always managed to find each other…. How?

We lost teeth, broke arms & legs, we got cuts and bruises and bloody noses…. nobody complained as we had so much fun, it wasn't anybody's fault, only ours

We ate everything in sight, cakes, bread, chocolate, ice-cream, sweet sugary drinks, fruits..yet, we stayed skinny by fooling around.

And if one of us was lucky to find a 1 litre coca cola bottle we all had a swig from it & guess what? Nobody picked up any germs...

We did not have Play Stations, MP3, Nintendo's, I-Pods, Video games, 99 Cable TV channels, DVD's, Home Cinema, Home Computers, Laptops, Chat-rooms, Internet, etc ...

BUT, we had REAL FRIENDS!!!!

We called on friends to come out to play, never rang the doorbell, just went around the backdoor…

We played with sticks and stones, played cowboys and Indians, doctors and nurses, hide and seek, soccer games, over and over again…

When we failed our exams we were given a second chance by simply repeating the same grade…without visiting psychiatrists, psychologists or counselors…

Such were the days…

We had freedom, success, disappointments and responsibilities. ..

Most of all, we learned to respect others…

24^th December 2008

“Is it Russian or Ukrainian?” I asked. My words overtook my thoughts; she smiled artificially clearly showing that she wasn’t comfy with English-“Russian” she said while I recovered from the “Did I just talk to her?” feel. Pinak was delighted to see me sitting next to a foreigner! “Have fun” he said. Meanwhile I heard someone asking for 2-air sickness bags-must be my mom.

The Christmas Eve marked the beginning of our 8-day tour to Kerala. Since I’ve been studying in the south for a while and not being quite fond of it, I was a bit reluctant initially. But the reunion of the best of friends Pinak, me and Anustup alias Peanut (rhythmic to his name), Coconut (due to my hairstyle) and Groundnut (Just to complete the family), made me change my mind

So finally we were off on a 4-hour journey to Kochi that followed a 40 min, halt and then a brief 30 minutes flight to Trivandrum (Thiruvananthapuram). Trivandrum, though the capital of Kerala, wasn’t that impressive. But the smell! I was so very aware of it. All of them around me started mockery about coconut oil and curry leaves.Though they,at the end, regretted lack of space for an extra quarter kilo of banana chips. We reached the hotel at around 10:30 pm when the party had just ended and the DJ was playing the last few tracks to finish off his play list.

“Sorry Sir” said the hotel manager. He was unable to manage a dinner for us. The situation saw some of us cursing “Chatterjee”- the tour planner and some of them cursing Karl Marx and his comrades. Anyway he did manage it soon, after a threat. Tired of the journey, we retired to the bed early that day!