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Gaming Unlimited !!!

2008-01-18T17:20:00.000+05:30


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My First Drama

2007-02-08T10:38:00.000+05:30

I played my first Drama at the age of 15 when I was studying in 10th standard. I was not a good artist, at least never happened to be judged as good one. But somehow I managed to do good. I was given a role of a student who was studying in 10th class. So I didn't had to put much of my so-called artistic effort. But I should mention that, at that time I didn't even known the meaning of "Art". Just a Beginner, in this world of great artists, who was trying to take his first steps of life as a child.

It was the time of half yearly examinations. I was supposed to be very weak in Mathematics. A fear of mathematical problem always existed in me since inception. So I had my Math exam. The very look of 3 pages long question paper made me sick. I started solving the paper. Slowly, I slowed down, or it could be said that the toughness of questions made me slow. The time was ticking..I had only 3hrs to complete 30 questions. Sweat started coming down from every part of my body and suddenly I realised that my whole shirt is wet. "Oh God! what should I do now", I murmured to myself. I never failed in any of my subjects till now in my entire life. So the situation was pretty bad. To make the situation worse there came abdominal pain. Everything happened so instantly that I didn't had time even to give a thought to it. Time was ticking away and unsolved questions lay ahead of me like pacific ocean. So it was a long journey to be travelled in no time. Chances were minimal that I could make it in time. The doors were getting closed one by one. Then suddenly some one knocked at the door. I saw a slight ray of hope peeping out at me. It was "artist" in me.

Only way out of this mess was to get rid of the paper strategically. Strategy was to act as if am sick. I layed down on the desk...made my face as if I was going to collapse. The invigilators were taking round. Whenever they came close to me I was more sick than i was when they were away. I was waiting to get noticed. It took some time, don't remember how much but, pretty much. Then one of the invigilator enquired whether everything was OK. Sensing the emergency of the situation he asked me to leave. A sigh of relief crossed my face, thank god it went unnoticed. I got out of there ASAP.

Well, all these made me feel guilty but never mind, at least I discovered that am not a bad dramatist. The only thing was that, the drama which was ought to be played on stage, I played in real life. Much less, let alone..."Life is a drama in itself in which you ought to play many roles..."

After Thoughts of School Days

2007-02-08T10:32:00.000+05:30

"No one can look back on his schooldays and say with truth that they were altogether unhappy."--- George Orwell

School, the word that gave me a head-ache when I was a kid. Those days, now when I think of, reminds of the good time I had, which at that time never felt that good. Getting early morning with half closed eyes. Then take bath and get ready and wait for school bus to come. Though these feelings remained same througout the year, around the clock, with slight variation in winter season. Winter season made me more lazy and drony. When i was happily sleeping under the blanket dreaming of summer vacations...there came the sound of alarm clock penetrating my dreams. That sound irritated me when ever i heard till I left the school. And then bathing in cold water...so cold that it could make even a dead man shiver. Well, these are actions preceeding the one in school.

Once I reach that place, the so-called temple of education, feelings changed suddenly. Then there is fear factor. Home-works, assignments, class-tests and then the father of every fear...EXAMS. But these are something which no one can get rid of provided that you are a serious with your studies. Everyone has to face this once in a life time untill he gets of there.
But what I am talking here is not about those usual things mentioned above. But those which were peculiar and concerning only me.

And one of those peculiar things was my Friends-circle. They were very less because I was very retricted in my societal approach. Actually, I was an "introvert" since the day when i didnt know the meaning of that word. So I kept myself away from everyone. So the Life was very simple...go to school...then tuition and then back to home. My day ended there. And now when i compare those days with the present...they are altogether very different. Well, thats not in question here.

Another peculiar-to-me sort of a thing was "girls". Well ! for me girls were like slugs--they probably serve some purpose, but it was hard to imagine what. Least interested in talking to them. Always maintained a minimum distance.

OK, all these well and fine. But the question which troubles me is-- what did i learn in school??? I went to school, but never learned what I wanted to know. This makes me feel uncomfortable because of the fact that, I wasted my good 15 years...and in the end when i passed out, am like a clean slate as I was before joining the school.

WHAT DID YOU LEARN IN SCHOOL??? THINK OVER IT !

"I hate to think that all my past experiences will someday become stories with no point." So to make some "point"...this post is here.

Honestly speaking !!!

2006-08-07T13:17:00.003+05:30

This post should have seen the day light long time ago. Time played the game and it never happened. But, what was once my state of mind belong here, though late but better that never. So here I go...
After having gone through, what I call as the most boring and exhausting internship, am back again in HNLU. I can see all those familiar faces staring at me. Am tired of running away from all those good-looking familiar faces who are nothing more than a bunch of back stabbers and spoilers. YES, thats what constitute the people here (Of course, exceptions are there and am happy that they are exceptions). Finding a real Friend is like looking for a "Blood Diamond" in the land of Sierra Leone. In the process, one may pick up useless stones of no value thinking that they are diamonds. But they aren't. They turn out to be nothing but mere acquaintances.You got to be real lucky to have actually found one. Sometime I wish I would find one. Am still hopeful..!
Its long five years of my life that I have spent in HNLU and it will be highly ungrateful towards those 'a few', who hold very significant place in my insignificant life, if I would not mention that my hope has been a success. YES, I have found few people who turned out to be my 'Blood Diamond'.

Padayatty: Cinderella Man

2006-07-30T16:48:00.000+05:30

Neil Stephen Padayatty, a man who needs no introduction. A computer expert who had been very much in demand since day one. When anyone, be it a student or teacher, need any technical assistance relating to computer the only name which clicks in one's mind is Neil. A prolific writer with unique skills of playing with words. High vocabulary skills and superb command over language makes him the owner of well read blog Catch-22. A good friend of mine who was always there to make me laugh and give support whenever i needed. An intellect who was topper of National Entrance Test of HNLU. A shy guy who always runs away from girls and utters no word when he is in presence of a girl. Very famous for his smile which makes everyone around him happy and to smile too. Precisely he was a revolution in himself.

But all these seems to be past. Gone are the days when every eye in HNLU searched just for him. As the time passed by people forgot about him. Just because he is not trying hard for his academics made him to vanish from everyone's heart and mind. Today he does not even exist. His worth has gone unrecognised. In the end, he has become what he is not at all meant to become... a Cinderella Man.

"A Real Come Back"

2006-07-26T17:46:00.000+05:30

Last time when i posted was on 14 Dec. 2005 with title "Nair is Back". After that couldn't blog reason being that my blog got deleted from the Dashboard. I was shocked. I couldn't even dream of losing my blog which is so dear to me. And, today, after 6 months i got my blog. In between this period i got many comments on my last post.

Hiren said, "your beginning seems to be the beginning of the end".

S.J.Nair said, "tell me what do you mean as saying " nair is back again?" I don't know what are you conveying with such a expression".

But I'm glad that I could blog today. I think this is my "Real Come Back"....!

nair is back !!!

2005-12-14T10:52:00.000+05:30

Hey...!!! Nair is back again with his "notes". Ya, I know my readers must have missed my "notes". So here I am once again ready to continue with my "Beginning".

"evil notes"

2005-10-21T14:25:00.000+05:30

"nair notes" has now become "evil notes"...

The Thomas Crown Affair

2005-10-20T14:20:00.000+05:30

It was the movie that gave a whole new meaning to the chess term ‘Mate’: Norman Jewison’s The Thomas Crown Affair, released in 1968, in which Steve McQueen played the millionaire art thief of the film’s title and Faye Dunaway - fresh from her career-launching triumph with Bonnie & Clyde - played the investigator who is determined to outwit him but ends up falling in love with him.Using split-screen and all kinds of other sixties visual trickery, the film climaxed (for once, exactly the right word) with the most famous chess game in Hollywood history, in which McQueen and Dunaway faced up across a chessboard in a game whose subtext - and, for most of the time, whose only text - could be summed up in three letters: S-E-X.

Thirty years on, Dunaway is back in a remake of The Thomas Crown Affair. But this time she plays a psychiatrist - that is exactly how she is billed: not with a name but simply as ‘The Psychiatrist’ - who is treating 1999’s Thomas Crown, played by James Bond star Pierce Brosnan. Moreover, it was Brosnan who developed the project, then took it to United Artists, the studio behind the Bond movies, under his own Irish DreamTime banner.

Thomas Crown is a self-made billionaire who can buy anything he wants and is irresistible to women. But there are some things that money can't buy. Thomas Crown has run out of challenges. When an alarm sounds at a world class museum and someone walks out with a priceless Monet, Crown is the last person the New York police suspect. But one person suspects him: Catherine Banning , the brilliant female investigator hired to retrieve the painting no matter what it takes. Catherine loves the chase as much as he does and she's on to his game. Crown has found his challenge. Two can play, but only one can win.

Rating: 4/5 (A Must See Movie)

Knock...Knock...

2005-10-06T18:37:00.000+05:30

Adarsh tagged me with 55 word story tag. So, here goes nair with his story...

End of the human race was not far ahead. I and my friend Thomas Moore were the only humans left on the Earth. One fine day, without telling me Thomas disappeared. I found his corpse in the nearby lake. I was sitting all alone in my room. Suddenly, there was a knock on my door…

That's my story, as you see. And I pass on this tag to Diane Dixon, Kota Chandan and Sulee.

Being selfish...!!!

2005-10-06T13:05:00.000+05:30

Sometimes I wish, if I would have been "selfish" then, for me, the life wouldn't have been that difficult.

Why I am not as selfish as others? Why?

I have got no time for myself. My precious "time" is for others to spend. Why is it so?

Always caring for and helping others and sometimes jeopardising my own interest. That's me...!

"Live your life for yourselves", says Thomas Moore. But this simple task (simple for rest of the world) has proved to be an impossible one, atleast for me.

But I understand myself better than anyone else. I am aware that, I won't be able to pursue...being selfish.

For me, "Being selfish" is too hard...god damn hard.

I tried so hard and got so far. But in the end, it doesn't even matter. What matters is...still...I am what, what I am...

Goodness in "nair notes"

2005-10-06T11:45:00.000+05:30

Goodness everywhere, in everyword of "nair notes". Here is the proof...

A Dream

2005-10-03T13:35:00.000+05:30

NH-6...Long dark roads lay ahead of me like a python. Sometimes straight, sometimes intersecting at some point. "Is this any sort of Snake & Ladder game" I thought. The sky was also dark with no stars...and...where is the moon? Something was wrong somewhere. Roads were lit with dim street lights as if someone has dimned it with a purpose. "Run Srikant...Run", these words kept following me where ever I went. Some kind of invisible force was driving me, pushing hard, through the dark roads. I was terrified, not knowing what the hell lay behind me. I didn't dare to look back as if the dark roads will, at some point, turn into a real python and eat me.

I saw some one following me...I ran hard. I summoned all my strength and dared to look back for once. It was...my shadow. I kept praying to the Almighty to save me, but at that moment everything seemed to be failing. By that time my confidence level had already gone down to the earth. I kept running hard...breathing very fast. As I was running again I saw someone, but this time I was sure that I am not the only one that's running. I saw a figure with set of dark black eyes following me. I could not recognise who he was. OR Whether he is "he" or "she"? I don't know...

Wait...I know him...he is... BEEP BEEP BEEP...

That was the sound of my alarm clock. I jumped on my bed. It took some seconds to realize that, I was dreaming.

Whom did I see in my dream? Whomsoever it may be, I may never know again...!!!

A Journey

2005-10-01T11:37:00.000+05:30

Only thing which happens weekly in a week is the coming of a weekend. Yet another Saturday has come. I was in Cochin (Queen of Arabian Sea) trying to somehow complete my intership and get out of that place. Life was goin on with the same pace of a snail...boring... Nothing new was happening around.

After accumulating all the tiredness for a week I was heading towards my hometown "Kottayam" for taking little rest. Though the journey from Cochin to Kottayam was only of one and a half hrs but travelling with fatigue made it more exhausting. I took the ticket for Rs. 29 for the 2nd class General compartment. It seemed that I pre-decided to take the risk of violating the law of travelling in a Sleeper Class without proper ticket. I thought "If I get caught then....need not worry now...I'll handle it". Unexpectedly, the TTE (Train Ticket Examiner) came. No time to run away, no time even to think of an excuse. I was traped...in a trap trip I can grip, never thought I would be the one who slip. But I started to realize that, atleast for this time, I'm gone.

He was one Mr. Sivashankaran, a middle-aged malayali, who looked like a Devil wearing black coat and a badge of TTE, Indian Railways. He asked me for the ticket. I was happy (in a negative sense) to had it over to him with my own hands, which were shivering out of fear. He started scolding me. Fellow passengers were looking at me. I was feeling embarrassed. "Give me Rs. 50" he demanded. Without even uttering a word I took out the money and placed it before him. "Such a nice law abiding citizen", I thought of myself. He, the TTE, sat there with my ticket in one hand and the money in the other. "Tear it up....tear the receipt, give it to me and for heavens sake just leave me. I wont repeat it again" I mumbled. He gave me back my ticket and money and without even looking at me, he left. "What is happening here? Am I dreaming...he just left me free...Oh God! Thanx" I was wondering and recollecting all the events and trying to answer only one question...Why did he leave me?

Remember, in my last post I said that, there resides a poet in me. That poet woke up and sensed the situation thereby reminding me of Metallica's "Whiskey in the Jar". These are some of those lines:

"As I was going over,

Vaikom and Piravom stations,

I saw Mr. Sivasankaran, everyones ticket he was checking.

I first produced my ticket and then produced my money.

He said, "Pay Rs. 50, or the police he may take ya!"

I took an oath, never to break the law when I am aware of it. After all I am a "Lawman" not a "Layman". Just because I didnot argue with him and did what he expected, mostly unexpecting, me to do...he left me free. He was a nice fellow...a good homo sapien instead of being an TTE...!!!

Theory of Positivity and Negativity

2005-09-30T09:40:00.000+05:30

Sitting idle invites many thoughts, sometimes good sometimes bad. This is how I happened to ponder upon the Theory of Positivity and Negativity. The original theory, as propounded by me, states the following principles:

Everything rather every matter (speaking scientifically) has both positive as well as negative effects. Only thing which matters is the degree of positivity and negativity. Anything could have greater positive effect and lesser negative effect. But that lesser negative effect can suppress the positive effect and can be detrimental. It can be the other way too i.e. anything having lesser positive effect and greater negative effect, that lesser positive effect can very well suppress the greater negative effect.
e.g. A boy who has lost his love. His state of mind will have greater negative and lesser positive effect. But he can, by his strong will, overcome that greater negative effect with the help of that lesser positive effect.

Well, this technical and scientific looking theory can be summarised in one word "Will". It's all about your strong will to brawl the worse situations and in between this brawling, my thoery will come so as to explain this phenomena scientifically.

My First Poem

2005-09-29T12:01:00.000+05:30

There resides a poet in me. This I realised when I wrote my first poem. Every human being get several opportunities. And 'Opportunities' are accompanied by several 'Options'. My first poem is all about these two aspects of life...

Opportunities are not less,
Rather they make a mess.
Many options are open,
But they are provided like a token.
Nothing to give and nothing to take,
Just use it when you get a break.
But still... humans say they had no option.
Its true....options are there but they are just options!

People wonder, but they don't think,
Afterall its just a matter of a blink.
But then who has time to blink,
Because blinking also takes time.

Right or wrong, stand still and strong,
Face the storm and break all the norms.
No one loses and no one gains,
After all Life is about gaining pains.

Stakes are high and needs are long,
Ways are full of spines and thorns.
Just walk over it and cross the bars,
Your destiny is to reach the stars.

The Beginning

2005-09-28T15:47:00.000+05:30

At last, Nair is here...ready for a beginning. Beginning to write, beginning to 'begin with' for what I have been waiting for. I am ready to express my interminable restless monologue that had been running through by head.

One who inspired me to blog is Neil Stephen Padayatty, a blogger who needs no introduction. And so are his works, which also needs no description. Speaking succintly, his works are literary masterpieces. His language and usage is fresh, breezy and commendable. One can only wonder if he cannot be any sort of inspiration!

Here i begin with this post...