The cigarette does the smokin....UR ONLY THE SUCKER!!!..............

This is one of the most fav quotes of my pal akshay....i admit to the fact that i do smoke...but wat is it abt smokin that keeps ppl addicted to it...

,,..the reason why am ritin this is more like a warnin or for the ones who prefer to look only at the brighter side of things,this cud be an encouragement....but i cant help it...opinions n perspectives vary from person to person.....

This question of smokin hit me hard yesterday nite......after a tiff with my realllly close pal...i was feelin hurt n bugged to the core..with nothin to do....i shifted focus to the packet colored white in my roomie's cupboard....n i started doin wat 70% of the ppl in this world supposedly do...KILL MYSELF thru unwanted usage of nicotine...but i cudnt help it...each time i've felt deep down in the gutters,this deadly killer has given me peace......

"I hate my habit. I wish I could quit, but it just draws me back."

the above is one of the favourite quotes of winston churchill,the quintessential smoker...i wanna quit for someone's sake....n i have quit 4 times already....but again they say as far as ciggy smokin goes...."i've risen one more time than i fell"......hw paradoxical in nature.....my friend(article abt her to be put up soon) keeps on pleadin to me to stop...i wanna do it FOR HER atleast if not for anyone else....when she told me sarcastically to kill 3 more stubs..i did it...but when she askd me to stop...i couldnt..i want to but am unable to....my dad was a chain smoker for a looong time...n he quit overnite..(hats off to u appa)...tht man possesses stellar determination to say the least..but guess among the 23 pairs of chromosomes that i inherited from him...this one dint get thru!!!...

I dont smoke coz i think its cool...i do it coz i am used to doin it...i knw its wrong but wat is wrong for someone may not necessarily be that way for another person....today's youngsters idolize SRK n ajay devgan n even sushmita sen as their smokin gods....(look wat celebs r doin to the kids!!! ).....someone said "smokin is like a runnin a factory inside u",,,with all the exhaust smoke n all its quite easy to visualize!!!.....but one reason why i feel ppl smoke r coz its a cheaper thing altogether....when u have to pay around rs 40 for a beer....a common man can have the luxury of usin 2 packets of ciggys..(GOLD FLAKE i mean!!!)...

This is a request to the ones who havent started this habit....come wat may..if u've decided not to fal for it....its better u stand by ur decision itself.......and this one is a disclaimer for the smokers,,,,if theres a smokin competition..there's a prize guaranteed for one and all....1st prize being a lung cancer n goin on to consolation prizes of bronchitis n ashtma...everyone's invited......


statutory warnin : cigarette smokin is injurious to health n wealth!!

A look back at the supposedly best 3.5 yrs of my life!!!!!!!!.............

As I write this,am completely aware of the fact that am on the verge of enterin my 8^th and final semester of my engineering life….this indeed is the beginning of an end…as Hari in FIVE POINT SOMEONE said..” I got the best of friends at this place…there are certain things that I wil always carry with me n there are certain things that I wud rather forget”…I possess similar feelings at this point of time…my 4 yrs at amrita are worth takin a look at………

I still remember the 1^st day at college when my parents left me at the hostel n left ponderin to themselves..”wats gonna happen next”,, ;)…I remember the slight raggin sessions faced at the hands of our seniors(thts one advantage of being at amrita..the raggin is quite withstandable!!)…I fondly remember the 1^st internal exams where the main objective among the 1^st yrs was jus STUDY STUDY N STUDY!!!....we burnt the midnite oil until the universities got over…but guess tht was the last time as well….I closely guard the ARTS FEST where inspite of being a new kid on the block,I was entrusted with the responsibility of being the arts co-ord…my 1^st attempt at debatin n extempore at an intercollegiate fest which turned out to be successful also happened…

Cometh 2^nd yr….n this was the time when the SPIRIT OF CSE got embedded in us!!!....All was fine until the arrival of a yoga teacher(hahahaa)!!!....I stil hold in memory tht ever famous dialogue of freddy…when he casually said durin an intro session..” I AM ALFRED FROM JOHNSON!!!”…I carry in my heart that the consideration my teachers showed in makin sure that I dint clear my uni lab exam by 1 mark!!!tht was the 1^st supple but again CERTAINLY not the last…..n the memories of that lovely ooty tour are stil fresh in my memories… I haven’t forgotten my first peg n my 1^st puff!!!... this was indeed a year of sorts!!!.....

The 4^th sem commenced with misunderstandings n unnecessary fights….but they as I realized later,are part and parcel of FRIENDSHIP!!!....the 4^th sem too, the ppl at college made sure that I lost again in the lab exam!!!!.n the rest of the semester passed uneventfully…..then came the onam pookalam competition….the stupid fite tht brewed between the 2 sexes….but again unity prevailed…the mini project as well...the end of the 5^th sem gave us the most to remember abt…our 9 day long tour…..startin frm thenmala(wat??)…to madurai.. to bangy to mysore…to coorg to wayanad to veegaland..n of course sum1 mite be rememberin the discussions post-veegaland(amy, ru there???)….the mindblowin campfire n the blast at the bangy pub(KAILAAASSS!!!..i owe u one bro!!)…..this was wat indeed strenghtend the bonding between all the souls in class…

The 3^rd yr I admit was the best ever in many aspects….

I remember the formation of MTM after a lucky break obtained at crossroads-06…where we simply went for fun n came bak with enuf money for a party!!!....i cannot forget our performances at competitions in various other colleges..like the ADZAP at adoor…..the BM at SBC..the gr8 time at TEC…..those were the times when sachu,suvin n me made sure we dined only at hotel excellency..the best in tht area……n then came the happy news of obtaining a result with a FULL PASS on it….soon ensued our placements…I stil remember my disappointment at not getting thru TCS n the jubilation after getting thru wipro(quite a few ppl were responsible for makin me stay bak to attend it..thnx dan,monish n others!!!)…n ya…how can I forget the mass bunkin of the TOC paper n then later getting fired..which brings into my thoughts the fact tht the supple exam is this Wednesday(OHMIGAWD!!!!!)…..

The 7^th sem started in full josh after the placements of our classmates…then came the urge to win more money by winnin more competitions…n so again we set off on our noble pursuit conquerin everythin everywhere…..this sem is one which I wil never ever forget coz of my DHWANI experience….we left our homes for tvm without even the slightest hope of winning a single prize. but we came bak with the overall trophy…n I declare that I was indeed proud to have led such a wonderful team of delightful ppl to victory on such a big stage. the mr.dhwani was jus a bonus!!!...i wil never forget my 1^st attendance shortage for any reason…!!!.i hold close to my heart the remixes that I launched with Lakshmi,my 3^rd adopted sis….then came CAT…n I wil always carry with me the love tht Amy’s parents n relatives showered on me…..

I fondly remember those buggin sessions, those mass bunking…those tea’s at then-nilavu…the various bakery blasts..n the other parties in cochin….i stil can hear those songs which were composed on various ppl..i remember those football debates n of course the filmy discussions…..i remember those bday bumps n the group chats….those flirty chats with the juniors n those memorable teasers as well...i stil remember the support n warmth tht my true friends gave me( I DON’T GIVE A BLOODY SHIT ABT OTHERS WHO DON’T LIKE ME OR WHO BITCH ABT ME!!!)….the friendships I fostered with fella’s from other colleges….engineering has made me a better person in terms of strengthenin my character. but there are certain times when I’ve felt as if it was the expense of something else….but I guess they r matters of trivial concern…

I have a semester left in front of me…n this has not been the best of starts possible ..cat results screwed…xat screwd..uni’s screwed….LIFE HAS INDEED PROVED TO BE A BITCH!!...but engineerin has taught me how to fite n I WIL FITE FOR MY SAKE!!!!!....................................... ..................................................................................

With tears,

sab

HELP NEEDED FOR COMPLETION OR CONTINUATION OF A STORY!!!...


This story is about one of my closest pals,mr rohit nair...also known as JT...the boy is doin his final yr of engineerin at MODEL engg college...n is among the only 2 ppl frm cochin to get placed at YAHOO with a sal of abt 9 lakh per annum :D.... so 3 of his pals namely annirudh,nagadarshan n myself started on a fictional story abt our superhero..this is like a chain story..where any1 can help in continuin with the story..this is where we've reached so far in our noble pursuit!!!!

JT and the oohays of erolb

Long long ago...in a kingdom far far away.... there lived a knight known to the ordinary populace as JT. Minstrels sang epics of his adventures(else were executed) and poets wrote lengthy ballads about him(else were sent to the Lions in the Roman Circus).

One day as the Knight JT was riding through his land he saw ................................ ................................................................................................ a fat lady wearing a pink dress and oodles of mascara. Now the strange thing about the fat lady was that she was being pursued by certain sinister men in dark stallions. sinister because they were wearing dark hoods which completely hid their face. as sinister as the sinister nazgul. OK, so seeing this sinister scene, JT was flummoxed. He was a knight of course, in his cyan yahoo t-shirt which could be mistaken by someone at night to be a shining flourescent armour i suppose, and the first job of a knight is to rescue all the damsels in distress tht he could find. Now, JT was in a quagmire. According to the rules of his noble order he was supposed to rescue every damsel in distress, but a technicality which was missing was that there was no specification given whether fat ladys wearing pink dresses could be counted as damsels. Now, this really mattered to JT as he is rather picky/choosy about his damsels. As he stood there between the devil and the deep sea, he thought of the movie Shallow Hal.....
.................................................................and the knight clad in the golden armor(or was it pink yahoo tees?)decided to take a 180 degree turn frm his stand of turnin his head away from women who had a less-than-perfect body,smile and sense of style..he decided to look for inner beauty...the change was initiated and propagated to all his cranium cells after his rendezvous with a self-help guru of the medieval times...

JT bravely fought off the sinister lookin men who were trottin on the verge of insanity,swan-dived into a swimmin pool with tsunami-producin turbojets,paddled a canoe with its stern hoisted up in the air..n carried her in his arms...then,JT,enivisioning the damsel's 4000 watt thank-u smile as female physical nirvana got instantly smitten n there was the chance of an idyllic romance in the makin...JT was unsure if his travel to the end of the earth was in search of this beauty.....
beauty,.the topic that has been pondered most upon in history....the topic that philosophers,poets n theologians contemplated upon...but JT was on the brink of breakin a 1000 year old tradition started off by the ancestors of his brotherhood.......
........................................................JT woke up frm his weird dream, in which his 'oldest friend' who keeps saying JT is '21 years old' had him cast in some ethereal albeit kinky landscape saving fat damsels in pink dresses.'Fu**, JT breathed in disgust, as he realized tht he had just stepped out of the wrong side of his bed. He reminiscenced that such days had rarely been good for him. As was his fashion every morning, JT opened his wardrobe and took his favourite outfit out. (Yes, fellows, the famed cyan tee). For reasons unfathomable to JT, everybody from his grandma to his friends made fun of the elegant outfit that the oohaYs had provided for him when they inducted him into the fellowship of the oohaYs of erolB.
As far as JT could see, the t-shirt was perfect. So, he wore it, switched on the music in his walkman phone and started doing what had become a routine now for quite some time. JT started dancing. In front of the mirror. Wearing his cyan t-shirt. To the song 'Kajra Re'.
Yes, brethren, some of you might be closet singers, some closet sleepers, but our JT it turns out is a closet dancer. Aah, the relief he feels during those sessions. The elation and the freedom he experiences in those wee hours of the morning when he 'does his thing'.(( Honestly, I swear, no bloody pun intended.)) Far from the prying eyes, JT did his salsa and thought.....

WE XPECT HELP FRM ALL QUARTERS!!!...plz post as comments on this topic in the blog itself !!!!

I DONT FEAR THE PUBLIC COS I AM THE PUBLIC...one of the punchlines of guru-the film

People, plz stop wonderin why on earth this fella is into film reviews nowadays….jus coz of the simple fact tht am runnin outta inspiration nowadays to publish lotsa posts…..but ya for the regular visitors(who??),,,,updates r on their way…

This one is on GURU,the much awaited movie from the MANI RATNAM factory,,the madras talkies….the hype surroundin this movie was not of a small measure…with star-shows n music release programmes…n to top it all one of the best directors this country has ever given birth to gave a media conference along with abishek bachan…

The movie starts off in typical Mani ratnam style…the Flashback!!!....the 1^st scene itself brings the protagonist into light when he brings in some idea about a company…then comes the best ever way the names of the ppl involved behind the scenes…in the manner of a typewriter with flickering pages, this kinda intro definitely gives the normal viewer some expectations…as each name came on screen..the applause only increased…this showed tht the publicity stint was workin slightly…

This is the story of Gurukant Desai,a young boy with an excessive urge to earn money…n somehow he gets to got to Istanbul(of all places),,to earn his bread..n then 10-15 mins r spent on how the boy has those inherent business skills n hw tactfully he plays his cards…n suddenly the boy becomes a man..who keeps on growin in his work n supposedly becomes a sales supervisor in the shortest period of time …in the meanwhile theres an item number by the ever-sexy mallika sherawat..the song is also really dance-floor burnin stuff…then comes the usual part of the patriotic indian rejectin a lucrative promotion offer to return to his motherland…..

The focus now shifts to aishwarya rai dancing to the tunes of “barsore megha”…the song is really good..but it’s the camera work that keeps one glued to the screen..rajiv menon succeeds in bringin the best out of kerala in this video…abishek on return decides to start a new business n decides to marry his best pal’s sister for the dowry which he can use as the initial investment..n n ASH ,the ever affectionate n lovable bollywood wife gets married to guru n they leave the village to Bombay in their pursuit of startin the new business….

And as they say,fortune favors the brave…the protagonist meets mithun chakraborthy,the editor of a newspaper who is on his morning walk…….the hero n the chief editor start an instant bonding with one another after they are involved in a small act to oust a rich merchant…then the movie is more like a feel gud one where the business of the hero grows at an amazingly exorbitant pace blessed with the smiles of miss.ladyluck as well… then guru becomes GURUBHAI!!!..(slight resemblance of dhirubhai eh??;) )….the movie does not bear any semblance of that gr8 businessman thou..It is the so called “growth”segment of the movie that shows why ARR is the most fascinatin music director in the country..the background score of this movie is nothing but AWESOME!!.. n suddenly the hero transforms into a super-hero like persona using one-liners n punchlines to convince n convey his thoughts….

Then the film slightly turns a little slow towards the end of the first half showin a rift between nanaji(mithun) n guru…its here that madhavan,a usual in mani ratnam films n a grown up vidya balan r brought into perspective…the 1^st half ends with the punchline…TO BEAT GURU…u’ve to grow as big as guru himself”...The 2^nd half I must say dint leave upto the impression that the 1^st half created…the story now brings into focus the wrongdoings tht guru has done in order to succeed in business like indulgin in illegal dealings,cheatin the govt n so on n so forth….this segment also portrays the media in a bad manner (it may vary accordin to user perspective)..where the media supposedly plays a big role in the dethroning of the cloth czar tht guru is now….The address of abhishek to abt 20,000 happy shareholders in the 1^st half now becomes a pain in the a** for him after his company closes down…in the meantime he becomes a father to a pair of twins as wel(how sweet!!! :D)….

And finally,when the audience are virtually sure of the fact that the hero turned villain wil be put behind bars…there’s a twist to the tale…abishek suddenly recovers from a painful stroke he suffered n delivers some really tough dialogues with amazing élan that convinces the enquiry commission that he is indeed an innocent man,…Guru almost reaches the point of comparing himself to the gr8 mahatma durin this sequence..n finally ends It in a very satirical manner..where he tells the jury…”u gave me 5 mins to speak..i spoke for 4 mins 30 sec’s.the remaining half a min is profit..thts BUSINESS!!”…

As a judgement of the characters….abishek is portrayed as larger-than-life..but he does get under the skin of the character n his idiosyncracies cannot simply be left unnoticed whether it is from adjustin his spectacles or askin elders for their ashirwad…..Aishwarya as the dutiful wife is very natural in her looks n plays her part with lot of poise n grandeour…Mithun chakraborthy is indeed a major revelation thou atleast after his forgettable performance in ELAAN(thts the last one I saw of him!!!)…vidya balan cud’ve been used in a much more effective manner but her plethora of talent is not made use of in a big way…Madhavan as usual plays his character with an aura of freshness n charm…there r certain instances where he,the bold reporter stares unflinchingly into guru’s eyes….

The film could have been made better with a better story line….but this movie is indeed a success as far as camera work,music n abishek’s actin prowess are concerned….Mani ratnam could’ve built on his position of being one of the best directors but sadly he fails to do so…

On the whole,its 3/5 for mani ratnam’s guru!!!

A REVIEW ON PALUNKU- The latest venture by BLESSY!!!

the film's name is PALUNKU...directed bya genius man named BLESSY...the story starts off in his usual style...a family thingy altogether...the story doesnt have a lot of pace bt yet its not draggin at all....

the 1st half is more abt their life in the village wher the director brings to light the farmer suicides n stuff...he also beautifully portrays the plight of villagers who wish to send their children for gud education n who r not educated themselves...

mammooty plays the role of monichan with utmost credibility n stability....the STORY as such starts when he meets jagathy n buys a lottery frm him...frm then on he gets influenced by the audacious city life....

to make life better n comfy.the famliy shifts to the city...the director nw cleverly starts buildin up the suspense with mammooty developin a crooked attitude bt with an innocent heart....the kids of mammooty r really nice on screen...

am nt ritin the entire story here...bt the twist happens in the last 10 mins..when his elder daughter all of 11 yrs is raped by a 17 yr old boy....the director is brilliant enuf to convey this sensitive topic in a very subtle manner wit not a tinge of vulgarity at all....when the camera shows blood on the girls leg frm underneath the knee-length skirt..the audiences can make out wat happend...

the last 5 mins show wat an actor mammooty is...there are a couple of captivatin dialogues when the rapist is left free by the court coz he was less than 18 yrs old...

am sure all parents who watched the movie wud have huddled thier daughters close to them at the end of it..n tht spks volumes abt the movie...one shudnt compare this with blessy's previous movies..as the theme is totally different...hats off to every1 who have been a part of this wonderful project...

Wat my college life is all about!!!.....


Well, i study at AMRITA( does the name ring a bell???)........its in a remotest part of KERALA.......well....this is how a typical day in college is like........


the day starts at around 7(yawn!!!)....for some health freaks its much much earlier!!!........then its a fite for occupyin the seat in the loo....really pray b4 enterin tht the guys flush the toilets after attendin their calls....the luxury of an attached bath is not there in the new hostel(sigh!!!).....then another fite commencs to occupy the bus to college....so in effect....NO BREAKFAST(sigh,sigh,sigh!!!).....then the fite for back-benches....i used to try gettin a seat near to u-know-who!!>..but thts an old story!!!.....

then the intolerable hours of boredom obtained frm hearin jabberwocky.....compilers, graphics, networks...(GOD!!!...doin hotel management wud have been a safer bet!!!)...then comes the load of completin assignments...i sincerely hope by the end of my course(just a yr more;);)!!!)...i write an assignment in hostel.....in the meantime we go to kaveri bakery for u-know-wat!!!....to be honest..out of 7-8 workin hrs(phew!!!)...we usually bunk 3-4!!!.....luckily the wrath of attendance shortage has not hit us........durin all possible breaks,,,we make it a point to pass comments at innocent by-standers bombin them with teasers.....especially our sub-jnr anju....poor thing..she runs when she sees aftab..the ever affable guy!!!........

after class....its runnin abt to see if there is any chance of flirtin with somebody!!!...as they sayin goes 99% of the women in this world r beautiful...the remainin 1 % is in my college.....after tea n the murky things they serve under the name "snacks"....its off for another dum;)..this time at another place...then its off to buggin the poor old warden n freddy.....


by the way,4got to mention abt my college canteen..its posh-lookin.....gr8 atmos...serve all kinds of cuisines...chinese,indian,continental(haha).....such a distant dream of mine!!!.....actually they do all this but the FOOD IS ********........its improved a bit nw.....there is this bloody sectionin b.w guyz n gals which is the only thing i hate in my college other than many things!!!,....

abt hostel....we r 4 ppl in a room..the room has an attached balcony.....this is our lounge.....then its chattin time where we discuss the days events...(even if nothin has happened!!!)...then its bak to teasin salim,freddy n others!!!,,,,,after dinner( consists of stale chappatis n curries never seen b4!!).....its time for MOBILE blast...even thou cells are banned at college...this is the time for interaction with the ones of the opposite sex!!)...ones who r committed with their gf's(monish esp!!)...n ppl like me n kambi lookin for 1 golden chance to flirt!!!...this is the most interestin part of the day.......

by 12...its bak to bed!!!.....such a tirin day;)......interestin eh??...

this is one of the greatest poems ever written....one of my favs...for the info of the uninitiated...am a POET!!!......the poem's called IF.....its written by RUDYARD KIPLIN....n its written at the entrance of the centre court at WIMBLEDON!!!>.....read on.....


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

I wanna dedicate this blog to these ppl who've made an impact in my life.....


My pals at college....the gang is fondly known as "THE GAMEBOYZ!!!".......my flesh n blood..my best buddies...SACHU N MONISH.....the ones in class have given me sooo much to carry with me to my grave........Wil always cherish the blasts n smaash's we've had together.........My room-mates...."chai" kumar..."Natural"naveen...and "Kolan" jishnu....amazin guys these ppl are....cant sit a moment without laughin in their company......."mental" MANOSH....the hard-working..intelligent chap who never misd a class....The "tank" Kailas..man the amt of games that he played was mesmerizin......Suvin...one of the members of the famous MTM....which included sachu n moi...we've had amazin times doin dumb-c ,adzaps n babe-watchin......R1...he was a role-model.....My cute sisters(adopted ones!!!)...sreeja,divya...ppl who wud be there 4 u whenever ,wherever unselfishly...love u gals....To AMY....the only gal whose recievin end i've been at...but UR one smart thing baby!!!....


My gang at school...the gr8 insti "bhavans girinagar"........the gang was cald the "royalz".....my friends for life..aswin, umesh, binoy, jinu.....the gigantic Kiran.....Thomas Korah whom i must say not much ppl liked but he was my BRO!!!...sridhar,sridip for toleratin me throughout all the competitions we went for...love u pals.....then GINTO...whose "thallu" are renowned all over.....;);)...Kavita...my 1st major crush!!!...thnk god her bro dint CRUSH ME!!!....
Juby..frm whom i got all my decent vocab....ARUN JOSEPH n VIvek.g.nair, my quizzin pals.....wil always remember the good n WORST times!!!....to sudha miss, my god-mother....


My frendz at other colleges....especially AKSHAY...a cut above the rest he is....Reuben...my bro...loads of talent n attitude.....Lakshmi..my frend since school days...love u a lot babe!!!....the friends of monish who helped us eveywhere...frm kollam to coimbatore...thnks guyz....also the ones who cheered our team everywhere....SREEJA,PRIYA.....n others whom we met at adoor...they WERE pretty!!....

My cousins in mumbai-sandip n somesh...such gems......their pals..rohan ,ruchit...who patiently listened to my crap hindi for 3 weeks!!>..thanks guyz....somu's pals too whom i played street football with....my uncle,aunt...n others....other cousins...sharath,,appu n ammu(the cutest ppl i've ever seen)...my darlings they r.....anand,ganu,gayu....sriram...priya...sridhar(NERD!!!).....

to all the ppl whom i've met by chance..or coz of destiny....a gal frm pune,...a career counsellor frm mumbai........or a drunk businessman in Coorg.......nd to others who may or may not have affected my life!!!.....

To all the ppl who have loved n lost in life!!...to all the goddamn poets on this planet...to all those gr8's whose quotes i've used so many times in life!!!.....

To dr.Paulose chacko...who gifted me a new phase in my life.....after all the pains i went thru...god bless him..thannkz to the almighty for showin me such a gr8 man....To my grandparents...who were my financial support til i entered college....love u ppl..

Mostly, the reason for my existence APPA N AMMA,,,they have given me everythin in life....without their support...donno wat wud have happened...been like rockz thru the tough phases in my life.....love them te most on this planet.....god be with them always.....