The Cake that was promised

Cutting cake in class is vandalism; fine. Applying cake on someone’s face is more vandalism; still fine. The miscreants are to be punished; agreed. But the class isn’t coming forward with any information about who the miscreants are and hence the whole class has to be punished; very extremely fair. Making a big deal out of something which the people concerned just didn’t bother much; just what justice is all about. But what concerns me is that we didn’t get cake from Hot Breads as we were first told! That, my dear people, is what strikes me as being extremely unjust on her part. Where’s our cake from Hot Breads?! Whatever happened to justice in this world!

The Greatest Message of the Century!!

People often ask me what I feel about the kind of response my blog is getting. Of course I hide the truth from them. I say “Oh I don’t check with the responses that much, really.”
All that, of course, is considering the person in question is not a creepy mind reader. If the person were a creepy mind reader I have absolutely no clue what I’d tell. Maybe if such a creepy mind reader does exist he wouldn’t have to ask me to know right? All he has to do is start a conversation about my blogs and I’d automatically think about what I think about the response I get. So I wouldn’t have to be embarrassed after all caught red handedly while lying.
Although, people who are non-creepy mind readers can check this webcomic out:http://www.xkcd.com/635/ It is, strangely enough, relevant to the blog. And as if this level of strangeness wasn’t enough, that comic somewhat sums up how we bloggers are.
So aspiring new bloggers this message I pass on to you as no other senior blogger has passed on to me. It is out of humanness that still lingers in me and pity for co-bloggers that I say this to you. I am not allowed to tell you people this. Hence here is my clue. Decipher it oh bright ones!
Take Your Time!

The Adayar River

Adayar is one of the widest rivers of Tamil Nadu. Being a regular visitor (courtesy MRTS) it is but an absolute delight watching the mighty river stand still in all its greatness. The several exotic shades of green the river displays is a sight for the sore eyes seeing the usual boring colours of the buildings. Some of these shades of greens are unheard-of, wonderfully cheerful and artistic! Whoever said only God could come up with wonderful colours! Look what men have got out of the boring clear water of the river and a few exhausts! Everyday it's a new shade of green and on no day does it ever get boring. After experiencing this wonder I do but wonder why some people call the river polluted… only they can answer this question…