The Phenomenon of The Alwarpet Son-In-Law

The young men from the Alwarpet region of Chennai seem to be in singular demand.

The Alwarpet son-in-law knows this.
The Alwarpet son-in-law is aware of the fact that he lives in Alwarpet and that this imparts to him a special halo.
The Alwarpet son-in-law is suave.
The Alwarpet son-in-law knows his way around Alwarpet. And the marriage market.
The Alwarpet son-in-law knows he will be served cold kheer wherever he goes.
The Alwarpet son-in-law is coveted.
The Alwarpet son-in-law is envied by his non-Alwarpet brethren.

The Alwarpet son-in-law knows all this because he is, after all, from Alwarpet.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Terinjadu Ulagu Alavu
Teriyadadu Kai Alavu

That which is known is equivalent to the size of hand
That which is not known is equivalent to the size of the world.

P.S: I love you

The time that you spend at school perhaps has the most impact subconsciously and therefore is much more powerful than the conscious impact that college has on you.

It is no surprise then that my time at P.S Senior had a pretty strong influence on me and my persona on levels deeper than I realized back then.
Everything from the fact that if you were in P.S you were geekier and had to work harder than the kids in other schools, to the sports-what was it-Ruby, Emerald, Topaz and Sapphire houses- to the constant horror of early morning traffic jam in one of the most loved places in Chennai-Mylapore.
From Unnamalai's "ippidilaam vlada pdaadu!" to Latha mam.
From being fond of L.S to Sivku's using obese people in class to explain mass and momentum, to taking the long route to avoid U.V to Shankaraman's math which sounded alarmingly close to history and suspecting than he did indeed hide a history text under his math one. And Andy's Chemistry.
To first crushes and adolescent love in between memorizing Hari shabdam and to Chennai mangoes and summers that would stretch endlessly optimistically before school began again.
To extempore and secretly ogling at certain 12th std boys and realizing that the nimrods in the backbench in your class that you played lock and key with in primary school were potential brainiacs and to simply refusing to believe that this would all come to an end soon.
Some of my most favorite boys* in the world are from this school and it is perhaps for that reason also that this school holds a special meaning for me.

And realizing that most of you would end up going to America one day.

America- where innocent love doesnt come by easy and mangoes are few and far between.

P.S, I love you.


P.S-If anyone has spent time at IISc, please let me know.

*boy, rather. referring to MR.RA of course.

Blogging As Usual

I allowed myself three rant-type posts. Now thats over, I will get back to my usual posting.
Ive also been rather busy these few weeks, evinced by lack of updates on this space. Blogging will soon resume. Till then, chappiffy on this:

also, anyone who knows anything about CGI(computer) stuff let me know. cheers.

Exterminate

                  Chennai is home to a disproportionately large number of what can only be called as "unhealthy" rank-holding students. This population of students, who are clearly different from the "healthy" rank-holders, conform to the academic system and have a veri for coming first due to family (and thus self) demands of "first rank."
Not only do they slog for for this, but also try to pull down others who they know are competition. These people seem to know that they are so unimpressive personality-wise and otherwise, that the only way they can stand out is by being "first-ranker."

We have two choices: put up with and sympathize with these prize morons or destroy them. 

Where is the Extermination Squad already. 

P.S: Reminiscing about people I have observed in various schools and educational institutions in Chennai and other parts of India.