Ramblings of a madman

   I know it’s quite late to write a post about it. But better late than never. Not that i am too busy but too lazy to post early. One perfect Saturday evening while I, Vignesh and Keerthi were group chatting on yahoo about our group blog “ Punch Pwdaworse ” (Do Follow it! I write there too) et al. Suddenly our idea mani Vignesh suggested that we would meet up and talk trash. I used it to my advantage and fixed up the meeting at Kalima Hotel, which serves Vada Pav, on Sunday the 19th. One stone two mangoes!    The day arrived and so did Vignesh at Ashok pillar only to face my ire. I texted him to get to the Ashok Pillar and this bugger replied “You mean Pillaiyar? No pillaiyar around” Seriously hopeless , it took him some gazing around to actually grasp what i meant. Voila! we met but we had to go to Vadapalani to meet up with keerthi and then got Kalima.     Now it was my time to play the fool that I always was. We were standing app...

Comedy cops Entrance music: You must have seen Comedy Cops doing comedy here , if you haven't see it. One fine day when we were sitting on the top of the Motta Motta Maadi we had an enlightenment. We thought if XYZ can make noise in the name of music, so can we. And this is the result of that. Our First assignment is to compose the Entrance music for Comedy cops, a short film which has shelved due to the request director Shankar so that he can release Rajini starrer “Eindhiran” Comedy Cop- 1 -  Venky aka Comedy piece Comedy Cop-2  -  Ashwath Athreya aka comedy time Stone Drums    -   Ravi Shankar aka Vaangikko Shankar Say trr trr        -   Hari Haran aka Mokkai Putter Recording        -   Venkat Unbeaten aka Machi -the unparallel jai   Comedy Cops- Entra... D...

    Before you could think anything dirty about ‘removing the pants’, wipe any semblance of it. This has nothing to do with that kind of “removing the pants’.    Travelling by train has always been by favorite way of commuting. But eating from the pantry while travelling, a big no no . Me and my friends were on a trip to Kerala for attending one of my friend’s brother’s wedding. When we left for Kerala we had our dinner in the comfort of our home because it was a 10pm train. Little did we know about ‘The Railway Pantry’ apart from that ‘Anniyan’ Ambi (Aparichit in Hindi) refused to eat because the Rasam was watery, Papad was like kerchief and Sambar was directly disproportional to the amount of rice.    A day in the boat house in Alapuzha, attending the marriage, 3 days of good food and the act of emptying the pockets of our beloved hosts, we had a lot of fun. We had a train to board that evening . Hence we had to have dinner in the train at the m...