Random Memory x

It was a warm Chennai sunday night. There was nothing on TV (I always find that there is never anything worth watchable on TV, weekend nights. It's their subtle way of saying get a life, I guess.) and the computer was being hogged by one of the two monster sisters.
So there I was, settled in the room with an already read Wodehouse book, while my mom and dad were reading some book too. The house was uncharacteristically quiet, when suddenly, the two monsters barged into the room.
One elder monster, let's call her M-1 had a dandiya stick in her hand.
The yonger monster was standing all excited behind her.
The three of us in the room looked up at their faces, when they suddenly started doing this:
M2(holding out her hand to M1): Aa..Kuchi!
M1(handing over the stick to M2):Aa...Pidi!
M2(holding out her hand to M1): Aa..Kuchi!
M1(handing over the stick to M2):Aa...Pidi!

After doing this for a while, both of them bowed to us.
M2 announced: "This performance of Kuchipudi was bought to you by M1 and M2. We hope you enjoyed it."
And both of them ran away from the room again, leaving us all staring at the door, wondering what had just happened.

PS: To those of you who did not understand this, learn Tamil! Or find out what Andhra's tradional dance is.

Louuuuuu

And as somebody's described it - Dopamine releasing!

I cant believe I was there! :D
Alright alright...I only saw specks on stage and waving hands...but still....louuuuuuuuuuu!
Also lou:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmCQu_3QlGc
Especially from 2:11 to 3:45
Aaah louuuu! :D :D

EG

Alright...so I am suddenly nostalgic about profs and my college. So this is dedicated to a certain Kevala-ramani :D
Given the backview:


and the top-view:



Find out which famous personality this is. And no, dont write it in the comment. I do not want to be targeted for Tax Evasion by the Government.

Note: To all wise guys, No! It is NOT me!
Note 2: I have been paying my taxes, on time, in perfect amount, as a good law abiding citizen, as of date.

Words

Words...powerful devices that can make you feel joy, anger, disappointment or excitement - all at the same thing, just because of the way they appear.
Such beauty, and yet such deceit, they can bring about.

Why am I gushing about words now?
Because I can across this somewhere:
"You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile." ~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 17

Its not poetry, I know. I mean, come on! Its from Fight Club! But its still better than the way my DS Prof conveyed it to the 4-5 students with their hands in the air, when he asked who (in the mostly failing class) had managed to get above 35%.
"Just because you are the top ten among garbage, it does not mean you are not garbage. You are still garbage."

You should have seen the hands-frozen-in-the-air students' faces :D