To my Green Kitty

I hope you've all had a relatively fine weekend. To those who have a hectic life, I hope you've had your rest so that the coming week can suck the life outta you. And for those of you who have weeks with a milder temperament,  I hope you had enough fun to drag your ass through your dreary week. I know I sure didn't.

But moving on,  I received news that sincerely got me into a fit of childish giggles, a completely selfless happiness that I haven't experienced in a while. A friend of mine has finally gotten engaged and I'm sure cupids arrow stuck deep. I could see the hearts floating blissfully around her head all the way at my end x3

Now this is no ordinary friend. There are certain people who enter your life, cling on to a piece of your heart and soul ansand never let go during any circumstance. I still remember with vivid clarity the first time I met her and the thought that struck my mind at her doll like beauty."Didn't know this shit of a college has people so adorable around". And her heart was as pure as her nature. Well not completely pure. This adorable creature that I came to love gave new meaning to the phrase "Appearances can be deceptive". But those are stories reserved for my pleasure ;) She isn't someone to be taken lightly though.  Behind that calm exterior and cutesy appearance of a teddy bear lies the heart and pride of a lion, one that refuses to back down against any challenge and one that knows to love without reserve.

I've never met anyone in my life who reached out to others with the sole intention to help, without even a single trace of malice. I've learned that sometimes it's better to forgive ones faults because the faults don't make a person.  The good that they do is what defines them.  And even though we've had countless memories forged during the past four years, from the ritualistic hugs every single morning ( and I cannot tell you how much I miss those) to our crazy antics that range throughout the entire day.  That adorable smile,  that heart melting voice, that innocent goodness and fiery loyalty are some of the traits that make me so damn proud of her. Sometimes,  words are simply not enough to express what and how you feel about a person. And I hope you realise how much you mean to me when I tell you these words because I've seen so few people who've stuck by my side till the very end. Who've accepted me despite my many faults and have helped me become someone I can be proud of.  And for that,  I will forever be in your debt.

And lastly,  to the guy who captured my mehtys heart, I hope you come to realize how absolutely lucky you are to have stolen a gem. One that shines brilliantly on the inside and out. I wish you both the best of luck for a cherished and child infested future.

I love you , Mehty. ♥♥♥

~Meera. 

The mystery behind the mask @_@

 Ever familiar with one of these? I don't believe there's anyone who wouldn't know what these masquerade masks are. 

These masks were depicted as a doorway into a world of eerie magic, mystery and intrigue. The tradition of wearing masks was started in Venice, Italy. Worn during the Venetian Carnivals, these served as a way to protect the wearer's identity. And not only that, people loved swarming the carnivals decked in beguiling ball gowns with lavish seams, plus these masks to add a spice of enigma. These absolutely stunning pieces of art, decked with glitter and paint of gold or silver, and pieces of colored paper or even decorated with eye catching, myriad colored sequins, paint, feathers and so on, in the native baroque style. But do you know the history behind these deadly beauties? 

I'm sure we're all familiar with the minor tragedy called the Black Plague that ravaged and diminished the population of Europe in the 13th century. The doctors who attended to the plague victims, wore these unique yet bizarre masks to distinguish themselves, so that people knew who to avoid. Plague doctors typically wore simpler masks, the redeeming feature being the long curved beak like structure, resembling a bird, that extended to a greater length, when compared to the rest of the body.

Such is the sphinx-like yet oddly enchanting tale of the Venetian Masquerade masks, one which makes us ponder over the phrase 'Never judge a book by its cover'. The only reason I learned about them can to satisfy my curiosity when my cousin and I went shopping one evening and stumbled about these delightful masks. I was pleasantly surprised to learn about their fascinating history. And the wonderful thing about them is that they're actually quite easy to make with a few regular arts and craft articles that you can buy from your nearby shops.

I hope you enjoyed reading this tiny piece of interesting history. Here's a piece of me and my cousin wearing the masks that we purchased. 

Have a crazy weekend :) <3

~L.O.L

-Jabber Emi. 

Shout out to every anime fan out there \(^___^)/

Welcome to the magical world of Japanese animation where the characters make you fall in love with them every single day and who're probably a million times cuter and debonair than your average looking male or female. With those huge eyes that sparkle and make you go 'awww', these creations have begun to invade the hearts of people, young and old, around the world.

I remember the first anime that invaded my screen. The American version of the Japanese show, "Cardcaptors" brought infinite delight with the tale of a teenager who's assigned the task of collecting magical cards that she'd unknowingly released into the world. Simply stating this as a cartoon would be injustice,  given the spectacular costumes she'd wear before venturing, in her case, flying, to seal the original forms. Let's not forget the cute teddy bear guardian, Kero, which guides her along every step of the way.  Do check it out if you ever get the chance to, because, Cardcaptors portrays nearly every type of virtue that one should inculcate at an early age: Friendship, Loyalty, Selflessness, Generosity, Kindness and also, that it is alright to made mistakes once in a while, as long as you learn from them. This obsession with that anime led me to cultivate my drawing ability at that age and I remember spending hours in front of the screen with a piece of paper, a pencil and a box of crayons. Here are a few of my cherished creations <3

 The number of anime that have been released since that year has increased exponentially,  each with its own engaging storyline, lovable characters,  mysterious yet delightfully good looking antagonist, with unexpected twists and turns at every niche. Some of the most sought after genres are Comedy,  Romance, Horror,  Slice of Life,  Mystery,  Drama , Action and so on.

Here's a list of some of my favourite old school anime that still remain fresh in my memory: Digimon, Inuyasha, Detective School Q, Ghosts at school, Alice Academy,  Princess Tutu, Fullmetal Alchemist, Ranma 1/2, Samurai X, Saber Marionette J etc. There's still a lot more from where that came from but you get the idea.

 Feel free to post comments about your favorite anime. A story that truly inspires you or probably one you identify yourself with.

For now, this is me,  Jabber Emi, signing off.

~L.O.L

A tribute to one who once was and never will be.. My brother.

Have you ever broken down at a sudden loss or an unexpected tragedy? A death of a loved one, be it a man or animal? Something that you've held close with the plans of never letting go, never realizing that Fate always has its claws wrapped around them, to pull them away when you least expect it.

I remember the day my eldest cousin died almost like it happened yesterday. We'd just made plans with his mother to go watch a movie the next day and we were all so excited because we'd never had the chance to get together in  a while. So the chance to do something together as a family had all my cousins bubbling with bliss when my aunt got a call stating that her son was in a minor accident. And, I swear to God that the only thought that ran through my head at the time was how much I was going to tease him about it the next time he came to visit me.

Now, let me tell you something about this cousin of mine. He was the epitome of perfection. He was kind, generous and never looked down on the rest of us simply because he was the oldest, but always made time to make sure we never felt ignored. And just because of us, summer vacations always began and ended with his presence. I could go on  and on about his exploits which were probably enough to fill a nice, fat book. But that afternoon. just three hours after the phone call that delivered the news of his accident, we received another one. Something more morbid that anything we'd ever experienced in my family till then.

He was dead.

Its been five years since then and the thought of him still manages to plunge my thoughts into  a spiraling depression and cloak my heart with an unfathomable sadness. The light of our gregarious family was gone. We never looked forward to summer vacations with the same enthusiasm. And ever since taking responsibility as the next eldest, I realized how much time and effort he'd spent to keep us entertained with his stories and antics. And since he was an only child, I saw the shadow descend into his mother's heart.

So this is me stating that, even though he's gone, I live with the bountiful memories and the unforgettable experiences that we'd shared with him. Because, its not easy to make someone feel special and keep it going. And yet, my brother managed to make each one of us gleeful and wanted, never a harsh word spoken but bringing comfort in his presence.

This is for you, Sakthi. I hope wherever you are, you're happy doing what you love ( which I know is probably building houses and skyscrapers). We'll meet again soon.

And with this, I leave you for now. This is me, Jabber Emi, signing off.

~L.O.L

The curious life of a Computer Science Engineer.

To all those computer science engineering grads out there, here's me creating a small tribute to reveal the mysterious life of a CS engineering student, what really goes on inside that constantly ticking mind and how he adapts to the million complex situations he's thrown into.

Lets begin with Step 1: How an Engineering student actually comes into existence. The most common reasons that exist are Parental Pressure, Peer Pressure, Joining it just for the sake of it i.e. to waste away four years of your life to figure out how you're going to waste the rest of your lift. And finally, there's my personal favorite, the one's who actually like subjects like Physics, Chemistry and Maths. Now the next step is choosing a definitive course that you can squander your time in. The most common options for that include the Computer Science or I.T fields. The rest actually demand that the student spend his time to make something out of his worthless life.

Lets move on to Step 2: Now that the students have assembled themselves in their respective classes, the need to showcase their talents emerges. They actually begin studying in earnest with the need to make their parents proud ( Not all of them) and to do something worthwhile. Mind you, this doesn't usually last for more than two semesters. They get their results and everyone's happy, sweets are distributed until the third semester shows up in the horizon. Students are shifted to their original courses where they're implied to spend the rest of their prison term.

Now here's the beginning of the crucial stage for a CSE student, so read carefully.
Step 3: All is well until the first obstacle in the form of a difficult subject shows up. The first programming paper. The candidates manage as much as they can, even going so far as to research for it and enlist the help of the Internet, with the occasional gossip research.  The keys 'Ctrl', 'C' and 'V' ( Copy and Paste) are the only ones that have fingerprints on them. Those who end up not understanding the subject, drop out of the race and stick to mugging someone else's assignment to submit on time or cajoling a friend to do it for them.

Steps 4 and 5 follows a similar repetitive pattern of that what is seen in Step 3. The ones blessed with the will and courage, the ability to grasp subjects with crystal clear clarity and strengthen their beliefs with further learning, earn their place and mark as the elite of the class. Coding no longer becomes a priority as much as searching for someone who's already completed the assignment. The problem becomes less complex if the subject in question is a close acquaintance. Hence, over the fourth and fifth semesters, blissful ignorance paves the way for indulgence in other social activities until the final phase of the compute engineer's life begins.

Step 6: Something new ( yet irrefutably ancient) makes its way in, unknowns ( or in cases known) to our engineer as he wades through the poor of books, assignments and lines of cryptic codes. A seed of lingering doubt is passed off as mere superstition until the Placement Officer enters the room and addresses the waiting crowd. Everyone's heart jumps into their mouth as they listen with bated breaths ( except for the occasional few who still don't give a single damn) to his instructions and its first semester all over again. Though cautious, there are a few who still disregard the seriousness of the case and go about their daily, lethargic works.

Step 7: Dun, Dun, Dun.... The onset of the swarms of companies waiting to recruit prospective engineers, line up. They come, donning eclectic black suits, causing everything to tremble in their knees and once the first person to make it all the way to the final interview comes out, they swarm him and prod him with questions. Others fry their brains to complete their assignments and projects on time, pulling all-nighters as easy as eating an entire Chicken Tandoori. Friends turn enemies and relationships get destroyed. A line is clearly drawn between the one's who'd make it out of the war zone alive and those who are still trapped inside.

The final saga of the rambunctious battle is continued in our final step.
Step 8: The victorious settle back into their earlier calm and satisfied (mostly smug state) to enjoy the spoils of their victory while the ones who'd chosen that option earlier during the years were made to study and boost their knowledge. Projects are completed with the help of the lecturers and finally emerge the grads with the scars of this long waged war. Though there are regrets about things they wished they'd done, the what if's in regards to the people they'd wanted to get to know better and the desire to become some better, the only thing that surpasses all these is the contentment of crossing one phase of life into another.


I hope that this in some way, gave you a tiny insight into the working of a computer science grad because trust me, it wasn't easy.

And this picture proves exactly what I'm talking about.

That's it for now. I hope you enjoyed reading this article.

Signing off for now,

Jabber Emi. 

Meme Scre@m!!

Have you ever stopped to realize that the phrase 'A picture is worth a thousand words', has never had truer meaning than what's seen in today's age. And yes, I'm talking about the not too recent internet craze, titled 'Meme's. I believe there's more than one way to pronounce that. But for those you who think you can get away with call it ' Mee Mee' , its more apt to call them 'Meems'. The original Greek term 'mimeme' meaning 'imitation' has turned into an internet sensation today, which includes the transmission of one's ideas in the form of humorous, timing quotes added to pictures that depict a similar expression. 

Meme's have been a source of communication in all walks of life. People who have no idea about the history of these humorous creations, still enjoy them  with endless chuckles and giggles. Meme's in nearly every language have brought people together to bond with their wordless humor. I took great pleasure in enjoying them when I was in my final two years of college. The Internet memes were just making their entrance into the nuance of society then and BOOM, there was a tenfold increase in pictures depicting how people were feeling without the use of words. With a wide range of categories from sarcasm to insults, popular movie quotes to defaming religion, memes explained them all in the form of colorful pixels. Let's take some of these classic texting examples. 

Candy Crush requester, here's the perfect meme for you : 

                                            

And trying to explain to your mother about some of those not-so-decent memes can be a pain, with them giving you the stink eye and accusing you of indulging in stuff that you're not supposed to. Because, face it, to your folks, you will always be the 10 year old crying out for them in the middle of the night. And let me tell you this, my mother did not find this funny when she texted me about how I did in my recent exams. 

But she did eventually learn to see the humor in the pictures that I regularly sent here, fails miserably in the meme wars that we hold from time to time and has more pictures of memes stored in her phone than I ever did. So depending on how you use your memes could help you get or lose a friend. Judicious use is what that's needed. Except when there's a meme war. That's when you bring your game on. 

So for now, this is me, Jabber Emi, signing off to find more meme's to laugh at and serious posts to destroy.

Till then, 

Fine -_- 

New blogger in CyberSpace

So, lets skip the 'Yaay, I'm a new blogger. Now what exactly am I going to do to occupy this space with?' dilemma and get down to business.

 There comes a point in everyone's life, a crossroads of sorts that made you decide without procrastination, one without which you'd probably be left to stagnate at the junction. Especially when you're left with a lot of poor choices to choose from. Would you choose to follow them, knowing they'd never get you the happiness and content that you long for or would you find the courage to forge a new path for yourself? Grow an extra pair of wings to lift yourself higher or shout at the top of your voice to get the attention you sorely crave for?

Well, here's my advice. This isn't the 80's anymore. Blindly following age old traditions that make absolutely no sense at all is going to get no one anywhere. What we need is a change. A change and a strong will to follow through with what you want to do. Sure, you'd find yourself with a million hurdles to jump over and a thousand other flaming hoops to jump through, But the satisfaction that you get from accomplishing those feats is inexplicable. And even if you fail, never let the fall or the burn get you down. Dust yourself before getting back up, crouch and get ready to make the next leap.
And I mean these for those who don't give a rat's ass about what other people think.

Now for all you viewers out there who're afraid to actually hurt someone in the process, then you needn't worry. When you question 'What if I'm not good enough?', 'What if I don't want to hurt them'?,' What if they laugh at me for trying?', then here's my answer to you : Trying never killed anyone; If anything it gives you the courage to try again. Sometimes people need an extra slap on the face to wake up to the harsh reality. Molly coddling parents never realize that they're actually harming their children by pampering them and trying to hide them from the world. Because, one day, there's going to come a villainous, twisted entity called Fate who's going to show that child exactly what's going on. Exactly how cruel the world can be without the comfort of a parent's welcome embrace or support.

And for all those people who laugh at you for trying, then you will know who the losers are going to be. Take a few minutes of your hectic schedule everyday to remind yourself that you're living this one life for yourself. Not for your parents, your friends, your infinitely million relations who will threaten to bring you down, constantly criticize you of not being good enough. Instead, find the satisfaction of proving them wrong. Prove that you can control your life and not them. And let me assure you, the end results are well worth it. Because, when there come's a point in your life when you have to face trying situations alone, Appa isn't going to shield you and Amma isn't going to pull you into her arms to protect you. You're going to have to find the light your own match to pave your way in the darkness.



And with those thoughts out of the way, I hope you forgive me for the late introduction. You can simply call me Jabber Emi. And I'll make sure to fill my blog with posts containing amusing tidbits that clog my daily, mediocre life. And even though, I'm not sure how many people will be willing to put up with my ramblings (which will probably be quite a lot, infused with a lot of good humor and sarcasm ), but I hope you enjoy what I'm about to put forth.

~ L.O.L (Lots of Love)
JabberEmi.

Have a sweet tooth day <3