How I met with Father Time.

First off, Great to see you here again! Spank me (hypothetically wonly) for being such a hypothetical blogger. You have no idea how good it feels to open this hypothetically cobwebbed Windows-Livewriter to *airjerk* BLOG again! Hopefully I shall be more regular.

“Well, what kept me *rolls eyes* busy?” you ask? Ummm…Loads of things. Hours of churning out Yem-Bee-Yay assignments.Preparations for classes / the never ending plethora (there’s no better word.Trust me on this one) of exams. Oh, I forgot about the “fortress of Barnitude” that led to solitude. While the former reasons may not be true, the last one IS! I can’t seem to forgive myself enough for not getting a load of the awesomeness of the gorgeousness of the legend….. (wait for it) …..dary Barney Stintson, any earlier. Like him,In my body, where the shame gland should be, there is a second awesome gland. True story.(Why else would I admit the shamefulness of not watching ‘How I Met Your Mother’ for soooo long. But seriously, its a great sitcom guys. Incase you havent seen it yet, think about it – ‘why was Neil Patricson born into this world?’, ‘why were torrents created?’ , ‘Whats the reason for the existence of my creepy next door neighbour / room mate?’, ‘Why is the writer an incredible bundle of #awesomeness?’ While the answer to the last question maybe beyond your comprehension, awwwhh forget it!

Over the last couple of months, when something that makes me go 😀 happens I soo wanted to publish that to the whole world but somehow hadn’t had the time to do it (Come to think of it, Garfield had a better time management system in place). So this is a salmagundi 😛 of the \m/ happenings of my yestermonths, chronologically arranged to the best of my memory (or after a cross check with my FB wall).

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TedXChennai : Mega awesome experience listening to various speakers speaking, guitar riff~ing, hiphop~ing, dancing and most of all awe-inspiring. I was the “official tweeter” and it was an amazing day – 10/10/10, with a 10/10 score.

facebook-is-watching EffBee : Yes, Mark Zuckerberg is to blame for many of the stuff that has happened to my life… and credits to him,also. (Just a thought thats crossed my mind now, Why haven’t I tried to reach out to him [add] and perhaps I shud send across some virtual gifts n buttons n fish n poultry] for being such a darlin creating what’s chellamly called by yours faithfully as EffBee.) Yes kids, EffBee has invariably replaced the @g33f on twitter & my lovely Coupe de grace. Its much more convenient and in any case, gets me more feedback 😛 & it has awakened me to loads of awesome stuff happening in and around Chennai, that I euphorically take part in! But, yeah.. I will never forget / forsake the very first social media date I had.. (My journey with “social media” afai can remember, began with Yahoo! geocities : a type of blog wonly! So this shall always be IT ) Incase you’d like to read some of my past updates, here are a few :

Term I grades are out!! :S ;[Mine’s the same as my blood group. How I wish I were that universal donor group. ;( (#SadStory)


Have always wanted to watch Don Moen perform live and experience bliss. Really happy that I was able to do that on his first trip/show in India.Still encompassed in the glorious presence! Thanks Don Moen at Chennai Team. (#AwesomeStory)


Counting Crows is addictive!*Super addicted* (#TrueStory)


Guess what??? We had a heavy metal band in church today – “Nailed” .And they are one of the 5 finalists of the Chennai Live 104.8FM BAND HUNT ! The little monster of a singer (11 years) rocked the stage & left us :OHope they win!! \m/ \m/ (#RockstarStory)

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Here’s the mini-cherry on top of the regular cherry on top of the sundae of awesomeness that is my life.

I witnessed Don Moen on his first ever trip to India. It happened at YMCA grounds, here @ Chennai. One word – Overwhelming! That’s one item less on my bucket  list! Yay! One thing to add about THE guy, he has a mouth for one-liners (like an eye for details idiom 😛 ) and he cracked a few jokes on stage as we sang, “We’re gathered here, FINALLY”, the final country music dance for “God is good” & the encore, and all through the concert I had \m/ company & great fun singing along and glorifying God.

And again, it was only day before yesterday that I had the opportunity to meet with the ex-President of India, Dr.A.P.J.Abdul Kalam who had come for a college event. Thats 2 off my B list.

It would be totally unfair if I fail to mention the glutton that’s eating up most of my 24 hours for the day, 7 days of the week – College. Business Studies is , ermm… (what’s the word I’m looking for? ) a slap-up affair. (Maybe it has slapped me in the face once or maybe more, but yes, I’m hanging in there and having a good time)

And… I’ve had several serious realizations, one of which is : “ Shut up! Announcing your plans makes you less motivated to accomplish them. –  Derek Sivers” . Just letting you know that I am shutting up about a few other mini-cherries under creation. 😉

So that’s all the time I got for you..see ya again another day.

Good Night! Sleep tight, while I go sleep with a ‘nothing done & everything undone’ *for want of a better word* trauma. If Holden Caulfield was here, he’d have joined me in exclaiming – “ Its killing me!” but, literally ofcourse. Darn I miss re-reading that book. I miss the sleep of my life. I miss the lovely weekend carnivals. I miss Father Time.

And How did I meet Father Time,today??  By cheating on Mother Absolutely Necessary,of course. TrueStory.Shamelessly told, without proof-reading.Dot.

3 thoughts on “How I met with Father Time.

  1. Good to see you back to blogging! 😛
    And yes, that was a LOT of updates. Someone’s having a lot of fun! 😀

  2. 😀
    Intern’s keeping me busy. And some plans to (finally) get back to blogging. Like always 😛

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