I'm still alive

Written by Kaber Vasuki on 11/08/2009 01:14:00 PM

This is just a post to tell you all that I am alive and I will be blogging here. Not soon, but when I cometh, I shall cometh with goodies :P.

Anyway, until you hear from me again, I think these blogs will keep you entertained.

1. Krish Ashok:

The dude is really famous. If you haven't read his blog, you are new to the blog world. Which I am for sure. Really funny. He write for the Indian Express too.

2. Iyer Matter:

Ok. This guy is just too good. He posts rarely, which is kind of sad cause if he posted more frequently, he'd be a star by now.

3. One Knight Stands:

This dude Sujoy has some really interesting articles over at One Knight Stands. Nice pun, I agree.

4. Sottai:

This is a link from Krish Ashok's blog. I kinda like this guys style. Sort of very detached and funny.

5. Olipadai:

This is my band's blog. We've just compiled a bunch of links so you can listen to our songs and join us on Orkut/Facebook etc.
Right. That's it for now. Take care. Ta.

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We Shall Rebel

Written by Kaber Vasuki on 6/29/2009 09:37:00 PM

So I look at Lennon and Zappa,
and the other heroes I look up to,
who had something to say.

I think, where is my ideological hero,
of my land, of my language, like me?
The only ones who can try to fit the bill
are singing or writing love songs.

The few who do say what they think,
are not saying it loud enough,
or are not getting fed for what they say.

I might be the odd guy here,
or maybe it's just a phase,
or I'm just rambling about nothing.
We are after all Palahniuk's middle generation.

Maybe things would be more interesting,
if more of us took out our guitars,
and sang songs about things we really cared about.

Whatever happens though, old people
and others who don't understand,
we shall rebel, like our fathers did,
because we have nothing much else to do.

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Azhagu Puratchi

Written by Kaber Vasuki on 6/21/2009 01:53:00 PM


Download:
Idi da
Maanda Mannan Kaviyam


Arjun did all the music, and the guitar solo in Maanda Mannan Kaviyam is Java. Rest is me, including the bad singing.

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Poet and Guitar Project

Written by Kaber Vasuki on 6/14/2009 10:53:00 AM


Download:

As Close to Bliss
Get a Guitar
Sweet Dude

Lyrics

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First Ever Award.

Written by Kaber Vasuki on 4/18/2009 05:50:00 PM

IdeaGrenade won the Blog of the Day award for April 18th 2009.

Blog Awards Winner

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Sex, Pervert, Shopping mall.

Written by Kaber Vasuki on 3/29/2009 02:37:00 PM

Shopping mall. Sexy girl in lime green tees and faded jeans. I find a place to sit and I watch. She's going through the ray-bans. Not this one, not that one. She' got style. Ouch, she drops one. She's bending down to pick it up. Good girl, bend a little more. I saw something there. It's the kind that makes t-shirt captions go three-d. Too bad the lime green tee didn't have any caption. There, she found one she likes. She's showing it to her boyfriend. He notices that I'm staring at her. He gives an odd look. Rule number one is "You are not doing anything wrong till you reveal guilt". They pay and leave. I get up and walk around a little. I whistle. You'd have whistled too if you'd seen her. Such legs. I don't even remember her face now. The legs will stay with me till I die. God bless the magazines that say mini-skirts are in.

"Hey"

I turn around to find Suja, my girlfriend. She is looking hot. I'd never noticed that she had such smooth curves.

"You're looking good today" I say as we hug.

Glass breaks. We turn around. Sexy legs and her boy friend are surrounded by a group of saffron clad thugs.

"You marry him right now, or you tie this rakhi. That is it."

I look at Suja, and she looks back at me. We just stand there. Always remember rule number one.

Sexy legs slaps the thug. Bad move sweet heart. Suja grabs my hand and we are gone before they notice.

"You know Neha, sometimes it's good that we are different" she says giving me a sexy smile.

"I know" I smile back, and we break into a giggle.

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A Bag of Salt please.

Written by Kaber Vasuki on 3/11/2009 01:51:00 PM

The next time you're going to believe Wikipedia on anything, keep this in mind. I found it when I was researching something, at about 1.00pm on the 27th of January 2009 :P. The link's here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacks. Someone's corrected it, check out the pic. If you can't read what's written check the para below the pic. And don't smile.









"The game originated hundreds of years ago in Kenya, Africa where Barack Hussain Obama was born. at age 12, he killed 89 police officers, 17 citizens, injured George Cloney, and murdered Muhammad Ali. Jacks were the only playthings boys and girls had were materials they found near their homes. They collected small stones and animal bones and learned to use them in a game. They tossed them into the air in a way similar to today's version of the game. An older version of the game used five stone cubes made of clay, wood, ivory, wood, bone, plastic or other substances."


Cheers
Kaber

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