ramblings of a tormented soul

Of names and Nicknames!

2010-03-23T09:49:00.000-07:00

Most people are known by their nick names than by their real names.But the thing with nicknames is that you cant really trace their origins, some tend to be really lame, some hilariuos and some others unknown.
I have a theory, if there is more than a person with the same name in a class or a group then
both of them are usually known by names other than their real names. I have numerous examples to corroborate the theory.
1. Akhil Andrews and Akhil Muraleedaran,Andrews is called AD(short form for American Dawg cuz one fat guy saw it fit to call him by that name and it stuck?)
and the second guy is called shulli.
2. zubin and subin, and the former is called thampi(after his dad) and the latter ojju(cuz of the way he speaks)
3. kiron noronha(the sole descendent from Vasco De Gama's drunken revellery in India) and Kiron G.
Despite his Portugues origin Kiron 1 came to be known as Bambu, cuz he had more resemblence to the protagonist in a porn movie
by the name Ms.Bambola than to Vasco De gama.And the second Kiron is called kinji because thats the first thing you feel like calling him?
4. vineeth krishnan and vineeth cs,who were known to us as BB(cuz of his fetish for bras which were colored blue =BB)
and CS respectively.
5.Vishnu Ambareesh('Ambareesh' cuz his aliyan fell from a mango tree and broke his leg or something?) That was really lame but I had to say this somewhere;
this guy had to miss the 12th standard tour because his dads aliyan fell from a tree andhurt himself, or thats what he said.
and Vishnu MJ(Kanju).Kanju was first
called kanju cuz he looked like a drug addict,and to this day he looks like one.And he did live upto the name we bestowed upon him.

5.Aravind Menon(PyangU) and Aravind S(Laaden).Pyangu has its origins in the word mangu
'Laaden' was called so because he was one big fan of Osama-Bin-Laden.
6.Nikhil Raj('Raj') and Nikhil S('Blucky')
Blucky was when he was 'bluck', but the bastard has lost so much weight that the name is no longer justified, but we still call him that.

7.Rakesh S Lal('S Lal') and Rakesh rollands('blicky').'Blicky'-To us 'blick' meant 'cum',
but I have no idea why a guy who is an epitome of decency should be called so.But thats the way with nicknames.

The sole exception to this theory,yeah you all guessed it right.Nothing goes the way it should when
syam is around, If something has to go wrong somewhere, its in syams presence,always.
the Syams
Syam Murali('Syam Murali"-This guy is so awesome that no other name can fully capture the full meaning,essence and the spirit of 'Syam Murali'
hence he is called 'Syam Murali" always, often accompanied by a standing ovation and ritualistic hand movements.

and Syam Nath('Syam' or 'Syam Nath'- The same explation as above minus the standing ovation and hand movement, although you always get an urge to move your hand violently across his face the moment you meet him.I think a little meeting with this guy could have made Mr.Gandhi change his life's philosophies.

Moving on to other nick names.
Robin ('Dicku')
etymology: 'Thickru'->'Dickru'->'Dicku'.
Thikru because he used to ogle at the nude female statues in front of actor Thikurushis house,always.That became 'Dickru' and
then "dicku'.But "dicku" stuck cuz of his affinity towards dicks?

Why Rohit is called 'booby' requires no further explanations or clarifications is my guess.Rohit calls himslef 'cainpero' and I suspect he believes that its his real nickname.
Same goes for Ganesh being called 'Chalu'.:Chalu' is the short-form of 'Chalu pulu'.
How jojin got to be known as 'praji' is still a mystery.Speculations are that its roots are in a Pepsi commercial
starring sachin tendulkar.Some say he used to be called "braji" cuz of his almost god-like skill at guessing chick's bra sizes.
Why George is called 'Mandan' is also way too obvious.
I used to be called 'Pashu" cuz i used to look like one, but no one calls me 'Pashu" anymore
so i guess I no longer look like one.
Vimal is called 'Jassie' due to his uncanny resemblence to ace play back singer 'Jassie Gift'.
'Cyril' was the 'charak' of the class.

MIthun ('Sami')-I need further clarification on this, but the name is related to a girl(some 'ramaswamy') in some tuition class with whom we paired mithun just like that.
Wilson('Pandi')-due to his rather disturbing fondness for Uber Pandi movies and gross pandi porn, and his style which cannot better be described by another name.
Kurien('jackson")- due to his more than normal affection for kids.Im not gonna say it,cuz it could get him arrested, but i think you got it.

Life in a hospital

2010-01-06T12:38:00.000-08:00

The accident,it happened and for the next 30 or so hours i was merely NSCICU 416.6-no name, no identity, just another 'case'.
I cant recollect the details of the accident,but Im sure the guy who drove the car that hit ours had nothing less than murder in his mind. The ride from the spot to the hospital was a blur of blaring horns and unrecognised faces.
Ganesh was a mess, he was drenched in blood, He was speaking to me but nothing registered in my mind.It was all like a very unpleasant,bloody, sticky nightmare.I could see what was happening around me
but it was like a dream, like i was not a part of it.Ah yea, like watching a movie on a screen.But I couldnt follow the story, it was like watching a german movie with no subtitles.
Just a lot of things happening and nothing making sense really.I thought I could shake myself out of the dream, but couldnt move the right muscles to do so, even if I did, I would have failed miserably.
I was disillusioned and disoriented for most of the ride,and not until I reached the hospital did I know that I had a gash on the side of my head and that it was bleeding.
Was wheeled into the ICU after scans and the X-rays and helped on to the bed.
Once the shock had settled in,I knew was in for a very lonely if not painful time in the ICU.Hearing Ganesh groan from pain a bed away from me did not help lift the mood.
I could not sleep at all because it hurt to breath in deep and the left side of my body hurt like anything.
The white monotony of the hospital ceiling, i wished it would disappear before my eyes and instead the familiar brown dust covered
leaves of my bedroom fan would appear.I closed and reopened my eyes several times inorder to achieve this, with no luck.
The thing about being in a hospital and that too in an ICU is that you get a lot of time to think, to reflect back on your life.
I was happy that I was still alive, and then the very existence on this earth which you take for granted seemed a real big and happy thing by itself.

A lot of things which you thought mattered a lot to you do not seem to matter in a hospital bed.Its just you and the ceiling, you can keep staring at it til you fall asleep.
I was dead tired but couldnt go to sleep,the events of the afternoon kept replaying in my mind like a never ending tape,over and over.
I did fall asleep at some odd hour, only to be woken up by someones bedside machine beeping.4 litres of IV and a lot of pills later I was out of the ICU.
Getting out of the ICU is the first step towards recovery, you get to see people.Parents by your side.Friends visiting,slowly things get back to being normal.
I take a shower to wash away a lot of grime and died up blood. A lot of friends come visiting and you feel happy.
Happy to be alive that you dont even mind smiling at syam's jokes.

to be continued..too sleepy right now

Dream Come True??

2009-08-05T08:59:00.000-07:00

Its all a blur even now; but I remember the strange room I was sleeping in,I remember having asked someone for water; and after sometime shocky comes in and gives me water

I drink the water and go back to sleep; not a single word exchanged. Its all dark and I still have no idea where I am.The 'I' here is not the real me; but its 'me' in my own dream.So eventually its just me!.

This vision, dream or whatever it was had been in my mind for sometime before ...it really happened. And when it happened I knew what was going to happen next; I knew I would drink a bottlefull of water and go back to sleep without uttering a word.

Raagam 2009, Thampis room, 2 o' clock in the morning or so.We( we include me,shocky,cs, jojin and cain the "PerO") were back inside the room after a long dota session . The travel , walking around all day and the lack of sleep, had taken its toll on me. I couldnt wait to collapse on the bed.I guess Jojin claimed the little bit of space left on the 4 beds joined together; that was still available; because he doesnt feature in the vision.That night Thampis room was worse than a

Nazi concentration camp.12 people were sleeping on the bed, floor and over eachother.I clearly remember asking shocky to bring me water; and he did that, being the nice guy that he is.He tried in vain to make me go with him to the cooler but I din give in.

I slept;for 5,10,15 or 20 mins ; I have no idea how much time had elapsed,following me falling asleep and them coming back with the water.They woke me up and gave me water( I dont know why someone would wake up a sleeping person and offer him water; mebbe because

the nice guy really din like me sleeping when he went out to get me water at 2 in the morning).The moment I woke up my mind was shouting "Hey,I have done this before".

It was then that the previously unknown location was identified as Thampis room. I drank the water and like in the 'dream' I din utter a single word.But all the time I knew it was the 'dream come true'.

Now I know that 'dreams coming true' are not all that nice; they just confuse you. The episode ended there;I din remember anything about the 'dream come true'(henceforth refered to as 'dct').

It was on our way back to the railway station a day or two later that the 'dtc' was back on my mind; I mentioned it to shocky and din get the sort of intelligent response I expect from him; maybe because he himself was in a dream;

all his dreams are invariably about a flat-chested female whose name starts with 'j' and ends with 'y' and has two 'f's and an 'e' in between; not necesaarily in that order.

PS:Shocky is in love.

The Trip

2008-09-19T06:44:00.001-07:00

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THE TRIP

Much was said about the trip;but no one really thought the trip would be possible.But then the big guy said "we are going";and the trip was on.
I like to make people wait for me;and this day was no exception.Everyone was at PMG @ 10:30 for the trip;well not everyone;I wasn't there.Several phone calls and swear words later;I was there.I have no memory of what happened the moment I got inside the bus(err..by a teeny weeny bit of stretch of imagination you can call that 20 seater vehicle, a bus);I dunno who struck me first. Well thats the custom; when they are annoyed they beat me up;when they are happy the beat up George.Since George wasn't around and I had made them wait a full 30 minutes;it inevitably had to be me who got beaten up. Pleasantries were exchanged.
And off to AD's home;and this guy has to be totally nuts if he were to come on the trip after about 20 full hours of flying;in fact he had just set foot on trivandrum an hour ago and he was with us on the bus;and he had no idea at all where we were heading.When asked what he would bring me from the US he had replied "balls';and balls indeed be bought us all from there-balls with nuts inside them covered in chocolate.The chocolate balls tasted good.
With hopes and heads high we set off.
Jijo starts singing and though no one could make out the song;several arms rise to shut him up.
Meanwhile someone mentions that Kanju's face resembles a 'mangandi' and that person has his entire family tree abused by Kanju.
Stop one:Bevco nedumangad;Addition to the inventory:kingfishers(yeah we are all budding ornithologists) and a little bit of mischief;white.
Kilometers and kilometers of drunken malayalis on the roadside (thats what you call the onam spirit) and several hair pin bents later we reach our destination.Well not exactly the destination;drunken smelly cops stopped our chariot.Without invitation the smelly guy opens the bag and throws the whole damn bottle of mischief on a rock.
Is that what you call vodka on rocks??
All we could do was look at the liquid seep into the soil.300 bucks for the mother earth.
Hopes shattered and heads low the journey continues.Chalz the lawyer explains that the cop had no right to do what he just did and that law was on our side and has this bright idea that we could complain about the rude police man to Laadan's dad who is in the customs department.But the poor soul believes that his son is at a friends wedding drinking 'palada' and not exactly the stuff that was contained in the broken bottle.So the idea is scrapped.
Kanju has not yet recovered from the shock;he hasn't spoken any sense since the incident.But when did he actually speak sense.And for the first time in about more than a decade both sides of Kanju's face appeared symmetric.The weird scowl like expression was there on both halves;and I guess its from the shock.How he would have loved to puke on us all!
Then we stop to eat;we had planned the trip meticulously and syam had brought keralas own food;porotta and beef.We open the packets and most of us fall down and writhe in agony;it was the stench.The so called beef resembled rubber more than anything else;and its taste is unknown;no one really had the balls to eat it.Jassie uses a wonderful array of words to describe the guy who sold us the food;well if you call that food.I bet Jews had better food to eat in Hitler's concentration camps.But we know that its not dog meat or monkey meat becasue we know what they are like.So our lunch was kurkure,sprite,fanta,appy,coke and roasted peanuts.
In a rather unsuccessful attempt to dissuade us all from drinking sprite Rohit tells us that sprite contains buffalo semen ( no wonder he drinks nothing but sprite;if he believes that himself) and ends up not getting even a sip of it.
Off we go to explore and we find a small brook,a small photo session there till jeff finds a leech sticking on to his toes.A less fortunate leech bites AD and meets a painful death.Meanwhile Thampi plays 'naran' by chilling the remaining beer bottles under water.But he ends up getting only few measly drops after chalz downs most of the precious liquid contained in them.
Then to kallar;where the tourism department employee selling us the tickets tells us that we were in for a swindle.
But the place turns out to be awesome.
We had an entire bathing ghat for ourselves.And into the cool pristine waters.Rohit breaks a rock by falling over it.And as usual rohit's b**bs float on water.AD suddenly announces that it feels nice peeing into the water.And syam who just enters the water takes a mouthful and remarks that it tastes nice.We all get high laughing.
Chalz and Rohit have a wet T-shirt competition and Rohit is declared the winner.Someone then discovers that farting into the water produces bubbles[:|];several minutes later dead fish start rising to the surface.
Bambu shows off his biceps;well he calls his right arm bicep and the left arm tricep.Well this guy is so hot that he has a problem with unwanted female callers.
Nitheesh complains that hes not getting a hard-on because the water is not cold enough.AD gives us the medical point of view.
Chalz tries to drown me as I try out the backstroke;I valiantly fight only to drink an huge amount of water.
Toni finds a heart shaped rock to take back home (???) as a souvenir.Syam say something that he thinks is funny and we all laugh hoping that would shut him up.
Neeraj,praji and noble continue talking about Warcraft strategies.Thampi asks Ganesh to teach him how to swim;Ganesh agrees;with an evil smile.
The currents get stronger and after a while it becomes impossible to stand steady.And so out of the water;and while changing syam discovers that his underwear is missing.Its his only one;heart-broken;he searches the bushes for the piece of cloth;and seeing the guy so sad I offer him mine(not the spare one;but the wet one) and he turns down the offer.

Thampi,Jhari and me climb an amazingly large number of trees and rocks and pose for photos.Praji is seen gloomy throughout the trip and Chalz remarks its the rising heat in a certain part of central India thats responsible for his gloom.
And on the way back we meet Asti and his batch mates on another bathing ghat.Now this is what makes Loyolites special.On any given day you go with your friends to any place and there you see another bunch of Loyolites.Its a sense of togetherness that the institution instills in us all.
One full day of unadulterated (well adult rated as well) fun;and I have a developed a cramp on my stomach from laughing so much.

Ramblings of a tormented soul

2008-09-02T11:40:00.000-07:00

I continue to exist;barely alive;smiling at people for whom i don't care a fuck about.They all said it would be fun.And by no measure of insane imagination can you call this kind of existence fun.Its barely survival.I didn't think i would be capable of hating something so much; but I now realize that I can.But for a few people whose numbers could be counted by any 2 year old;I don't see a reason to visit the place where i supposedly get my education.My modest nokia 6085 has been a faithful companion keeping me alive with music and net;oxygen for a drowning soul.

Idleness and more of it;off i go to sleep,looking forward to a day more of it.