Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Zany Tag :D

Happy new year fellas...intha varushathuku boni post zanyoda tag :) here goes ...ituh 2009oda last posta vanthirukanum..konjam late aidichi :D so context maintain panikunga :D

Q1:Are you better than where you were when the year started?
A: I want to answer Yes..so Yes it is :)

Q2:Did you get a notch up on the ladder of wisdom?
A: Enga areala antha magazine vikkarathilla..so lost in touch for a while :)

Q3:Did you laugh more till you cried or cried more till you laughed?
A: how can one cry till they laugh???? rhyminga vantha enna vena ketrutha :D

Q4:Did you meet new people?
A: Sj Suryah and Simrana thaana kekareenga..ileenga :(

Q5:Did your friend list swell a little?
A: Yeah..many of them became fat :D

Q6:Did you have to let go of people?
A: Absolutely

Q7:Did that hurt you a lot?
A: Would've in the past..but not nowadays :D

Q8:Did you have to put up a false smile and bear things with a grudge?
A: I work in a client place..wat else u expect!!!

Q9:Did you have to act happy when you hurt inside?
A: Read 8th answer

Q10:Did you achieve something great this year?
A: nothing..but considering tht all these years i've been consistent..tht itself wud be an achievement rite :D

Q11:Do you regret anything you did this year?
A: yeah..kandasamy padam atuhuvum..night show ponathu!!

Q:Did you fall in and out of love, necessarily not in that order? :p
A: in ok...not out yet..stl waiting for sameera :D

Q12:Did you grow?
A: kandipa..pantlam pudika arambichidichi..

Q13:Was this one of your best years?
A: i always look for betterment..so this could be one of those "better" years

Q14:Did you learn something new?
A: little bit i guess

Q15:What was the most memorable in this year?
A: most memorable...hmm...its 115 post full of info :D

Q16:Would have done anything differently this year if given a chance?
A: a lot of stuff..but i am ok with how its now..so no regrets actually..

Q17:Did you travel a lot this year?
A: kanna pinaanu traveled

Q18:Will you mark this year as one filled with fond memories or bitter ones?
A: a bit of both..

I am tagging ajcl, swaram, athivasi, pikali, g3, vastu,carpe diem , suruthi, rambam , avada kedavara , raammm, tamil mango,rat, divyapriya,uncanny....vera yaraciyachum vitutenna?? kitathatta elariyum korthu ututen nenakren :D enssaaii

Monday, December 28, 2009

And so went '09

Daiiii...ithey topicla inum evlo postda poduva nu kekareengala...athu pona postu.....ithu intha postu :D hehehe...well..2009 ambutu pudichi poachunga. Silenta santhadi ilama..singlesa thattiye thideernu half centurynu mattaiya thookara Hussey, Dhoni mathiri..onnumay nadakatha mathiri iruku aana egapatta mattera nadathi vachitu 2009 ess aguthu. I always used to believe that..If you want something, with whole your heart, with absolute belief that you need it, you are sure to get it. This year only reaffirms my faith :)

More than anything there were too many learnings for me in this year. Neria realisations. Main matter onnu solanumn..which has actually set a precedent for me to follow in my life.

A was reporting to B 5 years back. In fact B was his teacher who took A through the basics of what he is doing currently. In a quirk of fate..it so happened that B is now in the same team of A who has to assign work to B!! Without feeling hassled B took it so professionally that he even went to the extent of reporting each and every activity of his to A and was so very supportive to A who was feeling pretty uncomfortable and queasy assigning any task to B at first, who was actually his guru. Being a witness to all this from close quarters..i felt really impressed with the way B handled the situation and his attitude. Wow. It takes really big heart to be so magnanimous and humble!! I learnt a very big lesson. Irrespective of what you become..keep doing whats expected to be done to the best of your abilities. I feel if we enjoy what we do.. the result will automatically take care of itself.

Second one was with my purse :) Purse(it) of happiness It restored my faith in "whatever rightfully belongs to you will reach you...however long it takes" :)

Moonavathu matter silpaansiki bilpaansi...supershanki ku intha Decemberoda 4 years and one month aaguthunga :) (ipovachum nambareengala..naalu vayasu kozhanthainga naanu...avvvvvvvvvvvvv :D ) and this also happens to be the 350th post (whistllllllluuuuuuuu....)

Possibly this would be the last post for this year...so meet u all in adutha varusham...Dear fellass and felleess.....wish u all a very aaaapppppppyyyyyyyy new yearrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr :) May 2010 be the year you've always been dreaming of and may all your dreams be realised :)

Tk Cr..

Gils ;)

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Stars shine down..

The invite was fluttering in the late December breeze..lying aimlessly near the window sill.

It was from his school alumni association.

"No..i am not going"

"Ram..stop being a kid..is this the age to protest against going to school" laughed Uma.."and by the way there wont be any classes for you to attend.."

Ram kept quiet and started switching channels in TV..his usual way of ignoring Uma.


"Raaaaaammmmm RRRRR....how many times should i ask you...whats the formula for vinegar" bellowed Chandra mam.."cha..who allowed these people into science group ...fit only for commerce..inga vanthu en kazhutha arukuthunga"

There was wide spread giggles. Thats nothing new for Ram, as it was a daily affair, for whom chemistry spells che"mystery". But had it not been for his science teacher..no one in his class would've even noticed him.

Ram - the perennial underachiever in a class of super bots. His parents, with the wish of giving him the best education possible, enrolled him in a school which was an assembly line for producing top notch performers. The previous 4 years IIT toppers where from that school and that year batch was no less different. Somehow Ram managed to clear the entrance test to secure a seat. Right from day one he felt alienated in that class of 33 IIT-is-my-birth-right students (3 gals and 30 guys).

"Hey Ram..you've Irodov's book with you? i wanted to check one problem in that..but forgot my copy at home" asked Kapil.

"Euro what?"

Kapil stood with his mouth open, as if Ram had uttered the most horrific swear word known to mankind, and perplexed, as if how can one not know Irodov . He walked back to a gang who was busy debating on some Fermoss theorem, shaking his head. Later Ram came to knew that it was "Fermat's" theorem .. someone revered by every Maths student.

It didnt take Ram too much time to realise that he simply didnt belong there and soon faded out from the memory of this batchmates when his science teacher got bored with pouring her ire on him. Infact it was rumoured that she had recommended him to be sent away for the sake of maintaining the school's clean state reputation of all IIT grads.

One day during lunch time, Ram was happily reading a Archie's comic, he didnt even realise someone was standing next to him. He turned back to see Gautam standing behind him with a sheepish grin on his face.

Ram was too stunned to speak. Gautam was THE blue eyed boy of THE class. He had been hailed as a genius by no less than Chandra mam and was touted to be the next IIT number one ranker.

"Sorry if i have disturbed you.."

"izaaoookaayee" slurred Ram, surprised that the Einstein of his class was actually talking to him.


"Its ok..fine i said..you want to read this you can have it..i have read it already"

"huh..u read the same thing again?"

"just like chemistry for you..its comics for me"

"hahaha..the guys are right..you ARE weird..wish i could read this now..but got lot of assignments pending..by the way..arent you also supposed to submit it today? you're done with them already is it?"

"duh..as if chandra mam would care..anyway..i couldnt understand a single damn thing in that list which she gave yesterday"

"hmm..actually i am talking about the one she told in the first hour today which we are to submit before the post lunch period...good luck by the way" grinned Gautam and went to his seat.

All hell broke out that day..and unable to cope up with the insult barrage, Ram begged his parents to take him away from that school and joined elsewhere. He completed his final year of schooling in peace and to everyone's surprise took up graduation in Science. But no one was surprised to see the result of his erstwhile batchmates. Gautam became the IIT topper that year and out of the 33 (minus one) students..25 of them made into IIT.. rest of the 8 decided to try again the next year. As was the norm of those days..the IITians next claimed their rightful place for M.S at the American Universities which welcomed them with red carpet.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and realised that he had dozed off watching TV.

"What..again you went into your dream world is it..didnt even switch off the tv!!" Uma asked with a false mocking tone.

Ram kept quiet and went to the kitchen to drink water.

"Why are you so serious?..anything wrong??"

"No...nothing..you go to sleep..let me stand in the balcony for sometime...need some fresh air"

Few days back in one of the social networking sites, he had came across the profile of Kapil. The profile wore the proud colors of Cambridge. There he saw the list of all his batchmates..each one making his mark on some ivy league institute and happily settled in US, their dream destination. He was sweetly surprised to see a friend invite from Gautam, who was now a researcher cum faculty at Stanford University. On this backdrop, came the invite from the alumni association. Ram was quite surprised that they still had his name on their rolls.

Next day morning..

"Yes dear..tell me"
"My teacher wants to talk to you"
"Did you do any mischief in class"
"No..no..she said she wanted to talk to you regarding our school Annual day"
"Yeah Ram..she told me too when i went to the PTA last week..i forgot to tell you" said Uma.
"Why? they want any donation? arent they robbing us enough in the name of fees?"
"Dont be a prude..you remember how much struggle i had to go through to get Shyam into this school"
"ok..ok...i will meet her today before i go to office."

At the school...

"Hi Can i talk to the class teacher of 1 B"
"Yes..you are....i am Geeta..may i know whose parent are you?"
"I am Shyam's dad..he said you wanted to meet me regarding annual day function..if you can tell me how much donation you want i can give you a cheque for that"

Geeta looked puzzled.."we dont want donation Sir..i spoke to your wife last week. Didnt she tell the reason why i wanted to talk to you?"
"No...whats it regarding? Shyam's studies is it? he is behaving properly right?"
Geeta could notice a touch of apprehension in his voice.
"No..No..relax..actually we wanted to know if you could be our chief guest in this years annual day. When we asked your wife she said it would be better if we talk directly with you. So we called for you."

Ram was stunned for a moment. He was not sure how to react. For a popular public speaker he was lost for words at that moment. He accepted the honour and mumbled his thanks confirming his participation. His mind was too agitated and was in a happy state of turmoil. on the way back he subconsciously drove past his old school...leaving its shadows behind.

Merry Christmas folks :)

Monday, December 21, 2009

Review time again :)

The movie watchers world was split into two last weekend - Those who saw AVATAR and those who couldnt get tickets. Luckily i was in the first group :) YES! Seen tht movie...wwohoooo...that too in 3D...woohoo woohooo. OK. Hype subsided. Now to what the heck was that movie all about.

First thing first. This is one movie where the producer cannot complain where in the world did they spent 2000 crores of his money. Well its not exactly "in the world" its literally out of the world!! As i came out of the theater i wasnt exactly sure whether i liked the movie or not. What was the fuss all about this being the mother of all movie going experience? The story was hardly new. Its the Lawrence of Arabia meet Red Indians (Blue ones rather as per the movie). Little by little it started trickling in. Hey..wait a minute..the entire movie is shot in some alien planet right!! Oh yeah...Then the realisation came. None of them is real!!!! 90% of the movie is graphics and is so goddamn original that you wouldnt even realise.

If there is ever an oscar for best imagination..James Cameroon will win hands down as the worlds best "imaginator"!! But i doubt whether he can be accredited with that title for this movie. Except for the floating mountains, none of them seem new. Flying dragons, the most violent of which can be tamed only by hero (sounds like hippogriff from Harry potter?)..thinking trees (ala Lord of the rings)..Mosquito like helicopters (ala terminator 4)..that jockey stick controlled giant roboman (ala matrix)...even those weird looking animals and trees and those jellyfish like characters..you would've seen them all in Discovery Ocean life series...you can keep listing things down. For that matter this is not the first ever 3D movie also. So whats so special about this 2k Crore movie, which has an age old story, retold to suit the taste of the current generation?

Well..the answers lies exactly there. Its definitely not a brainy movie. But the screenplay is what makes it so endearing. James cameroon must surely be a romantic at heart. Even though he spent money like/on water in TITANIC..more than the ship its the love story which stormed our hearts. Here also its no less. The success of the movie lies in the climax..when the villain commander dies criticising the hero for siding with the aliens, against his own race, humans. The audience, actually clapped!!! There lies the success of Cameroon, the story teller. I couldn't remember the last movie, where humans where shown as villains against aliens and still the movie got appreciated... barring "E.T" maybe.

Unfortunately we got only front row seats..tht too for a 3D movie!! first ten minutes i was trying to catch/hit every single thing which moved on screen..only to be reminded by my roomies that the entire theater can see me as we were in first row :D Who Cares :) i had my tickets worth of fun :) This movie is a visual delight. It has so many things to see in the first few frames itself that, watching everything in one sitting is tough. You have to see it more than a few times to actually enjoy every inch of it. And i am sure it wouldn't disappoint you. But i doubt the DVD sales for this movie..unless they come out with something unique for that also.

To come out of the effect of watching AVATAR..saw VETTAIKARAN on the same evening. It negated the effect of a good movie watch and brought us back to real world. Only USP of a Vijay movie are his watever-i-eat-i-wont-put-weight-physique and dance movements. Both takes a hit in this movie. Puli urumuthu song picturisation was a major disappoitnment. Mathabadi..kathaiya?? apdina...baass..vijay padamnu firstay solitenla..kathaiya kekarenga. Konjam Sivaji..konjam bagavathy..avlo thaan padam. After seeing "Arundhathi" i had some hopes over Anushka. Intha padathula..uhum..terara mathiri terila. Anyways..seekrama Suntvla poduvanga. Apo marakkama TV off panitu ess aidunga.


Friday, December 18, 2009

The Great gamblers

Algorithm of an arranged marriage:

1) Check the foto if like it goto step 2
2) Check the horoscope if it matches goto step 3
3) Visit the gals/guys house for free snack session and have an officially sponsored violation of privacy with the sort of questions that would've made you beet red in anger had the situation been anything otherwise.
4) If step 3 finishes satisfactorily..get the 2 bakras married!!!

There are many people around who dont believe in placing bets or who consider gambling as an evil. But still they have no qualms in going in for an arranged marriage. It still beats me..how can one judge a person with just a few minute talk and above all get CONVINCED that he/she is going to be his life partner??!!! Even to select a team mate we have 4 rounds of interview!!!

Before you guys jump on me..let me hide behind the disclaimer. I've absolutely no issues with this concept which has worked well for my parents..their parents..relatives...and majority of people i knew and i am more than happy to have this off my plate rather than taking this into my hands!! Think unless one takes the plunge cant tell whether he can swim or drown ;) Still from the shore it looks so weird and scary and at times.. nothing more than a gamble. The other option of a person selecting their own partner themselves (aka love marriages) doesn't sound so fool proof either. The only difference between the two being, you got someone else to blame in case of former and only yourself in latter!!

What do you guys think? wud like to hear it from the (married) horse's mouth :)

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Review time

After seeing "Fight Club"..my first reaction was ..."huh, What a movie??!@#$%". A little later i was wondering whats that movie was actually about. One meek guy..tired of his boring life, which is so boring that he cant even sleep, meets an interesting character who shows him a new world of thrills and action. And lo behold..arises a new mighty meek. That same fateful night of the meeting, the meek's house blows up. He is left stranded on the streets. He calls up his new friend and meets him on a bar. After a couple of drinks, the new friend invites him to his house but on a condition that they should have a fight before that. A bloody fisty and feisty fight ensues after which the meek settles with the new guy in his house. Many onlookers who witness the fight get enthralled with the idea of the fight and soon an underground club of fighters is formed - The Fight club. Rule no. 1 of fight club, You shouldn't discuss about it to anyone. Rule no.2 of fight club, You shouldn't discuss about it to ANYONE!!! there are some more rules which i forgot. And so begins a violent game of fist fights which leaves everyone bloodied. The people who participate are everyone from normal walks of life...chefs..drivers..doctors...salesmen..even cops...your average Joe in other words. The new character whom our meek met, starts "Operation Mayhem" which is to vandalise all and sundry in the neighbourhood. And it also spreads to other cities too. In the midst of all this, the meek (Edward Norton from now on)meets another weirdo lady, who happens to be the female lead in the movie, constantly on cigarettes (i think by the time the movie shooting wud've got over, she wud've lost a lung!!) The new character (Brad pitt) and this weirdo lady sleep together. One fine day Edward realises that something is seriously wrong with the club, when one of its members is shot dead. He traces back the origins and tries to find Brad Pitt, who is suddenly missing. He finds lot of air tickets in Brad's name and tries to trace him. But wherever he goes, he finds that Brad had already been there and had left just before him. And not just that another big surprise awaits him, which turns his world upside down. The realisation about who is Brad dawns on him and he desperately tries to stop "Project Mayhem". In the end, did he manage to stop it? and who,actually, is Brad pitt? what is his true identity, forms the crux of the film. Yes. The climax defines the movie!! This is one movie which will really test your nerves i should say. But the ending..!!!! WOW!!! When I realise whats the movie all about..my final reaction was ..."huh, WHAT A MOVIE!!!@#$%"
I am sure, everyone of us have at some point of time..felt an urge to be like Edward. This movie is a simulation of a "what happens if" scenario. Wonderful screenplay. Very neat..Very violent i should say. Still all those violence somehow feels justified. No wonder its a cult movie!!

2012 - i think, the release of the movie, couldnt have been better timed with this climate meet going on in Copenhagen. Read somewhere that this movie is the biggest ever grossing hollywood movie in India. Guess we generally have a fetish for disaster movies in India. This one is the mother of all disaster movies. Planter earth has been shown as destroyed in many movies..but never in this detail. This movie leaves little to imagination and almost paints a realistic picture of disintegration of earth. Its seriously scary to see those flood scenes. The lava portions look amateurish and those scenes almost resemble a video game with the hero and his family dodging fire balls. But its the floods which takes the cake. Right from my childhood days me very scared of the sea!! Considering that my family has stayed just a km from the beach for close to 50 years many would find it hard to believe. I almost grew out of this kiddish fear when tsunami occured!! It was seriously traumatic. Watching this movie reminded me of that. Especially the scenes where sea water towers over mountains, sinking them on the way!! WOW...glad that i didnt see those scenes on theater. Kandippa terror aairupen. Storywise its a stupid movie with wafer thin storyline. But it brings to light the harsh realities in case of such a doomsday scenario..with rich people buying their way into the ships meant for escape. There is one amazing dialog.."Humanity is lost not with the death with of the last human but the day when we stop helping each other".. Loved it. For those who are totally oblivious towards environment..this movie should really serve as an eyeopener. Not with its story but definitely with its content and the presentation.

Friday, December 11, 2009

From Confedration towards Confused Nation


"avvvvvvvvvvvvv.....enaku antha bommai venum..."
"chellam...adam pudikathada..saapdu"
"saapda maaten po..enaku antha bomma vaangithanthaa thaan sapduven"
"chamthula..saapduma...amma paavamla.."
"avvvvvvvvvvvvv.....maaaten maaten"
"ipo sapdla..udha vizhum"

The kid ultimately prevails and the doll is bought.


"Fast unto death"..."wont even drink a drop of water...till telengaana is achieved"..."blood will flow.." blah blah blah...

And this time the government yields to the demand.

Thottil pazhakkam sudukaadu mattumnu summava solranga. Ithuku thaan chinna vayasulaye nalla naalu kaatu kaati iruntha intha mathiri caselaam adangirukum.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Jillunu oru kaathal kathai :) -3

Mu.Ka.Su (MuKathha SUlikarathoda short form ila ithu....Mun Kathai Surukkam....kathaiya padichitu vara reactionlaam titleye expect pannapdaathu okva..:D )

Story so far...First partla Ram and Uma are leading a happy married life..Ramoda love letter paathu Uma kindal panra. That triggers the flashback where Ram narrates how he fell in love with Uma. Second partla Ramuku ponnu paaka poranga avanga family. Ponnu sidelenthu further news varama proceedings abrupta stop aguthu. Aduthu ennaachu?? here we go..

Ram, Siddharth, Arun and Amal are all sitting in Pizza hut. It was Arun's treat.

"Exxxcuse me.." calls Amal at the waiter.

"Can you get me another bottle of sauce..this one is over"

"dei..sauce kekanumna saatharanama keta poratha..kaila kathiyoda kekara..pizza vetta kathi kudutha irukaravangalalam vetiruvaan polarukay..keezha vaida" endru athatinaan Arun

"machi..kathi kaati kaasu keta thaan thappu..sauce keta koodava"

Peals of laughter followed.

"Onnu note paneengalada..namma tablela evlo livelya sirichitu satham poatutu irukom..micha perlaam paren..evlo silenta soagama irukaangannu"

"dei..avangalam..sontha kaasula saapdrangada..inga billu katra Arun munjiya paarunga..athey pola than iruku"

"maganay intha mokkaikagavay un billa neeye kattu.."

After the customary "bye" "take care"s when they began to leave..Siddarth called out for Ram.

"Unkita konjam pesanum.."

"Solu machi"

Sid waited till everyone else had left...

"Saw your mail yesterday about that Uma. Again??? Are you nuts Ram??..ithenna cinema nenachitrukia? paakamaly love athu ithunu olaritrukka..what rubbish"

"Hey..relax Sid. Yen ivlo tension.."

"Pinna..nee panra kaariyamelaam madathanama iruku. Uma nu oruthi chatroomla ivar pudichaaram..apdiye friend aagi..ipo love pannavum aarambichitaaram.. By the way, athu oru real charactera ila is anyone pulling your leg by creating a dummy profile, antha debateay inum clear aagala. Arent you aware of how many fakes are floating around in Net? This could very well be a fraudster for all you know"

"Quite possible. But that person has to be a damn good actor for maintaining such an act for.. close to an year now. Its not that i dint had my doubts. Infact ava kooda fonela first time pesinapo kooda doubt clear aagala. But athey fone chats became lengthier and at one point fonela charge theeruthaynu chargerla poatu arattai adikara alavuku vanthapo thaan i got convinced that it has to be a real person. And the kind of personal details shared was too real to be a fake da...ipo oru novel padikara vaiyen..athula vara lead character unaku pudikarathillaya..athu polathaanda ithuvum"

"dei fool....ithu un lifeda..not just any story...Avlo pesara aalu ava en foto share panala"

"well..naan kooda thaan anupala en fotova"

"Aarrgh...i still cant believe someone can fall for a person whom he hasnt even seen and not even sure whether that person is real or fake. Seri..ivlo pesara aalu..ponnu paaka en pona..veetla solla vendi thaana..intha mathiri enaku oru virtual lover iruka..avala naan internetlaye.. password maathi kalyanam panika porennu"

"Veetla compulsion..so had to go..paatha ponnu was also not bad..but enaku iva Uma va iruka koodathaanu thaan apovum thonithay ozhia..couldnt wipe her thoughts from my mind da..."

"u proposed to this Uma person?"

"inumilada...aana want to meet her before that"

"enamoda..i hope u dont get into any trouble because of this..all the best..."

"Thanks machaan"


"Ennada...foneum kaiyuma romba nerama suthitruntha..interviewva" endraan Amal.

"Amaada..oruthan fone pesina porumay..udanay interview ilaati kadalai..vera optionay iruka kudatha" endru sirithavaaray koorinaan Ram.

"Sirichitay pesaratha paatha positive news pola teriuthu.."

"dei cashewnut..konjam mooditu iru..oata vaaya vachitu ularitrukaatha..yes..interview thaan..from TCS...and i think its almost through. Salary negotiationukaga waiting"

"Sooper..treat treat..."

"Parakaavatti..wait pannu...mudhalla offer letter varattum"

"Hey..waitaminute...nee kadisia ponnu paathiye..antha ponnu kuda ithey company thana...AaHaa..now i know why you were so keen on this offer"

"Mannagatti..there are 10 branches for that office each with 3k people atleast and 6 of them are in chennai..what are the odds.."

"Intha Alaipayuthay calculationskkelam naan varala..enamopa..nalla iruntha seri"

The last day at office was a pretty emotional day for Ram. Having spent a good part of his 10 year career at various branches of the same office, he was as familiar to the staff next only to the company logo. There were lot of group foto sessions sprinkled with emotional moments. After surrendering his card, he collected all his belongings and left that office for the final time. Since he had to relocate to chennai for his new job, he vacated his house also on the same day. He loaded all his stuff on Amal's car and headed off to chennai. Being a real chum, Amal came all the way to his house and even helped in unpacking. After he made Ram promise that he would soon look for a suitable position for him in the new office, Amal took leave of him.

First day at new office. Ram briskly walked into the lobby and flashes his best smile at the cute rerceptionist..

"Hi..my name is Ram..i am here to meet Vijay.."

"Please wait for sometime i will let him know" pat came the reply like some pre recorded message and she went on with her work as if the lobby was empty.

"Adakkivasi maams..first day..first impression..dont screw up..relax" Ram said to himself. He took a deep breath and sat relaxed on the chair. The very moment Priya came out of the lift right in front of him..she was looking stunning in her pink salwar that it simply took his breath away. "what are the odds dude..now u tell me.." He could hear Amal's voice mocking him on his mind. "Kann ethirla figure irukarachay kandavana pathi yosikariyeda fool" spat his own mind voice. Before he could even react, Priya left hurriedly outside...without even noticing him. He went near the receptionist to enquire about her. Without even opening her mouth, that lady gave one "can't-u-wait-till-i-call-you" stare which silenced him.

He called Amal.

"Maams..avala pathenda"

"dei..serious escalation oditruku inga..etho pulla mudhal naal opice poitu fone panuthaynu edutha..avala pathen poria pathengara...anga enna ayutha boojaya nadakuthu"

"adai arivuketa Amal..naan sonathu Priyava..naan kadisia paaka ponene antha ponnu. Nee sonna mathiri thaanda aidchi. She is in the same office as mine"

"soooper...nee nadathu...seri..evening call panni sollu enna aachunu.."


Tuesday, December 08, 2009


393 thaanda adichirukom.......leg sidela podathaada....

machaan ivan enga poataalum adikaraanda...

South Africaaaa..saaamaaan nikaaalooooo

Mela eri vaarom ada odhungi nilluu...
keezha eranga sonna ada egirum palluu....

Monday, December 07, 2009

From minds "I"

Each passing year, surpasses the previous year with the speed with which it whizzess past. Feels just few weeks back i went for this
outing and now..in few weeks time its bye bye 2009...SO FAST this year has gone by.

2009 year..hmm..made me realise that, whatever situations i dreamed of in 2008, aren't actually fitting me now. Life is like an expanding waistline :) how much ever you gym, the Battle of the Bulge is always won by TIME. It teaches you that, age is something that is not just in numerals but in the numerous experiences which one encounters day in and day out. Whatever held good 5 years back, sounds so boring now. I think once in a while one should just break around everything and rebuild one's castle. Else it becomes claustrophobic.

Each year, year end post podrachay, will think about something significant which happened tht year. Officela appraisal time also happens during this periodngarathu is sheer happenstance :) In either case, i wouldnt be able to dig out more than a couple of points worth mentioning. Does that mean, a WHOLE YEAR had goneby without anything significant? noteworthy? I ask myself how can it be possible??!! But come to think of it..i cant recollect more than a handful of incidents. Few meals which remains etched in memory..few calls which wud linger forever..fewer words which still remain unspent and weighing heavily in mind..few more words which proved so costly that i am still paying for it..The "NO"s where it should've been "YES" and viceversa..Personally i think, though it would be nice to LIVE every moment of life, it seems to be very few moments where i had actually "LIVE"d. Rest of the time, merely converting oxygen to carbon dioxide.

Am i livid with myself for leading such a life?? Not really. I still havent found any alternate way which can better my present lifestyle. Yeah. There were few events which literally uprooted me and almost shook the very existence out of me. Still..like a cockroach which can withstand even nuclear holocaust, life goes on... adapting to every situation so that the status quo is maintained. When you pause for a moment and wonder what the heck is that "status quo" you realise you are actually walking on a tight rope several 100 feet high and its akin to looking down. So I continue towards my unknown destination..looking out for some familiar signs of success on the way..hopefully left behind by others..wondering to myself that one day my own sign should be there on the way for others to look out for.

I think if there is one place where people can strike gold and come out with success each time, it should definitely be blog spot. There are so many "golden heart"ed (new word for OED :D ) and conscientious people here that, one might not be mistaken to think, he is in an abode of angels :) (over ice la :) u guys deserve it fully though) I think writing brings out the venom and nectar present in us..leaving us devoid of all gangrene. We became what we are originally meant to be and how much ever difficulties the real world poses, the virtual world offers us the remedy towards rectifying it. I hope and wish and pray and i am sure that 2010 will bring in more such people into my life :) and i say thanks in advance for all that.

So..all set for another rollicking year..which i think is going to be quite a ride for me as i hope to cut through many a safety net around and try to clear the comfy cobwebs of my life. And hopefully by end of 2010 i should have many more memorable moments to share :) God bless.


Evlo abstractana post!! avvvvvvvvvvvvv...konjam rants..konjam pheelings..konjam polambals..konjam thinkings..mothathula..padichi paatha enakay onum purila..ungaluku ethachum purinja sollunga :)


ajcl/athivasi :) this is my way of getting back at you 2 for putting all those i-cudnt-understand kavithai and kathai- posts :D

Monday, November 30, 2009

Gilbert Gils

From: Gilsbert
To: Aapicer
Date: 11/27/2009

Dear Aapicer,
As my access card is broken, please issue me a new one.

Yours obidiently,

From: Aapicer
To: Gilsbert

How your access card broke?

From: Gilsbert
To: Aapicer

Dear Aapicer,
It fell on the road and Bus ran over it.

Respectfully Yours,

From: Aapicer
To: Gilsbert

Explain why it fell on the road.

From: Gilsbert
To: Aapicer

Dear Aapicer,
It was in my bag which fell on the road.

Yours Sincerely,

From: Aapicer
To: Gilsbert

Why your bag fell on the road.

From: Gilsbert
To: Aapicer

Dear Aapicer,
Yesterday I was carrying the bag when i fell down from bus. So the bag also fell down along with me.

Yours Faithfully,

From: Aapicer
To: Gilsbert

Why did you fell down?

Gilsbert mindvoice (!@#$%^&*()_+~) [Blogspot couldnt parse such foul language and replaces them with wild characters, as wild as Gilsbert]

From: Aapicer
To: Gilsbert
Date: 11/27/2009


Please explain why you were on leave yesterday.


Gilsbert faints.

P.S: Disci 1) Gilsbert bears no resemblence to any person awake or asleep
Disci 2) Aapicer ditto ditto ditto ditto ditto ditto ditto ditto...

Friday, November 27, 2009

26/11- (un)just another day..

People world over are reminded of eternal love when they think of the Taj, except some who still carry the torch of fraternal hate, burning their own houses in the process. The hotel burned like hot hell, this very same day, last year. Guess, the Taj hotel folks would have done some soul searching to rethink their operating mantra on being hospitable. I am sure sending their guests to hospitals didnt exactly figure in their scheme for hospitality.

Find the above lines sarcastic? Well..what else can one feel,watching the very guy, who killed so many compatriots of mine, in cold blood, with the entire world for witness, staying hale and healthy (36 Crores have been spent so far to keep him alive, as per TOI estimate) just a few kms away from where i am, in the very same city, where he let loose the carnage. I fail to understand what more proof our judiciary is looking for. May be they are searching for words to frame a "sentence" for him??!! This guy is not even a soldier but his act is nothing short of war. Except that he doesn't deserve to be treated like a POW.

Wat cud be more ironic that 26/11 falls during Thanksgiving!! Let me guess what and all things we should be thankful for. Being lucky to be alive?? That there has not been another attack YET?? I am not suggesting anything as a solution here..to do this or that and get a quick fix solution to this. But what irritates me to the core is that, when a crime is committed in front of whole world for witness, what the heck is the need to have all this drama??!! Saying all this, i used to be a person who was totally against capital punishment. I strongly believed that, no judiciary however unbiased it is, has any damn right to take anyones life. But given the situation i would mind throwing this guy to the victims. Let them take their pound of flesh. At times eye for eye makes sense.

~Angry Indian.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Jillunu oru kaathal kathai :) -2

"Ram..Ennada dress ithu..circus komaali mathiri..iniki oru naalachum decenta vara koodaatha"

"Amma..enga officekay naan itha thaan potundu poren..angeye onum solala..inga enna solla poraanga.."

"aama..pollathaa office..avanga thanni thelichi vitutaanga unna..ipidiye vantha naanga yaarum vara maatom..nee mattum thaan ponum"

"Amma..apdina ivan paadu jolly aaidum. Poitu ponna pudikalanu solitu odi vanthiruvaan..vitraatha" endraal Anu.

"vaadi..imsai arasi..eriayara neruppula petrola ootha readya vanthiruviye"

"erumai..unakaaga leave potutu vanthen paaru..enna solanum..poda poi ozhunga dress panitu vaa.."

"ammaa..ponnu.. ellaam enna kutham solrathulaye irunga....yen ma...intha galaatta panitruka..simpla oru coffe daylayo Barristalayo vachinda nanga pesi decide panika porom...intha kaalathula kuda ivlo formalities....unga kuda mudialamma..." endru munumunuthavaaray roomukul thirumba sendraan Ram.

Satru neram kazhithu..

"Raaaammm...seekram vaadaa..maapila kooda vandi eduthundu vanthaachu..inum enna alangaaram panitu iruka..onnu koravan mathiri sutha vendiathu..ila cinemakaari kanakka makeup..vacha kudumi edutha mottai"

"appapappaa...enna en ishtam pola dress panna vidunganna ketathaana..itho par..intha dresskum ethaachum kurai sonna..naan varavay ila. Neengalay poitu vaanga"

"Aamaaa..enaku thaan ponnu paaka porathu..paduthaama vaa. Appa padathuku namaskaaram pannia"

"athelaam unga pullyaandaan correcta pannirupaan..velila traffic jam aguthu maami..seekram kelambungo" endru anubudan miratinaar Mapillai.

"maaplai.. pora vazhila periammavaiyum pick up panitu ponum..maranthiraathengo"

"besha..mudhalla kelambungo..elarum..time aguthu"

Paathi thooram sendra pinbu
"endi Anu..gas off panneno..oru ettu poitu check panitu
vanthirlama" endru Anuvidam ragaisamaaga keta Ammavai muraithaal Anu.

"Amma..erkanavay athu musudu..etho adisayama vandi eduthindu vanthiruku..ipo reverse eduka sonna muraikum..pesaama vaa..ellam off paniruppa"endru athatinaal.

"Pora vazhila pullyar kovilaanda sitha niruthungo..thenga udaikanum..kaathalaye

"emma..apdi enna ulaga maga athisayam intha ponnunu thengalaam udaikara"

"mandu..avaalukaga onumilada..iniki chathurthi..ovoru chathurthiyum thenga udaikaratha venditruken..athaan"


"Vaango vaango..veedu kandupudikarathula onum praablum ilaye" endru vaasalil nindru
varavetraar.."naan thaan Gopalan..Canara bankla general managera iruken...ithula paiyan yaaru"

"Ithaan en paiyan" endru Ramai introduce seithu vaithaal avan Amma.

"paathiyaadi..enna paatha inum maaplai mathiri irukunu antha maama symbolica solrar" ednru ragasiyamaga Anuvin kaathil kisukisuthaar Mapillai.

"porum vazhiarthu..thodaichikongo" endraal Anu.

"Neenga enga velai paakrenu sonnel?" endru Ramai paarthu ketar Gopalan

"velaiya...naana..apdina" endru manathukul yosithavaray thirumbia Ramai muraithaal Anu.

Mindvoiceil "mokka podama ozhunga badil sollu" endru aval echarithathu avanuku ketathu.

"CTSla vela paakren..Banglorela project potrkanga..unga bank payroll project kooda naanga thaan handle panrom"

"oh appadia..besh besh..romba vasathia poachu.." endru sathaamaaga sirithar Gopalan. Konja nera conversationuku piragu.."Priya readyna kooptundu vaango" endru thiruvaai

"Hi.." endru punnagaithavaray Ram ethiril vanthamarnthaal Priya.

"Fotola paathatha vida differenta irukalay" endru manathirukul enniavaray punnagaithan Raam.

Viraivil elaarum group groupaga pesa thodanginar. Anu Ramai paarthu thalai asaika..badiluku Ramum thalai asaithaan.

"Nenga rendu perum thania pesarathunna poi pesitu vaango.."

Iruvarum balconyku sendranar.

"Sorrynga..." endraan Ram.

Viyapudan paarthaal Priya. "ethuku sorry?"

"ila..adutha konja nerathuku personalaana kelvigal ethachum keka vendi irukum. First first meet panra oru stranger kita ithelam share pannikara mathiriyaana situation..awkwardaana situationla"

"haha.athukena panrathu..arranged marriagela ithelaam common thanay..atleast ipovachum pesika vidranga..enga amma kaalathula athu kooda irunthirukathu"

"very true. Neengalum IT nu amma sonna..entha company and entha technology?"

"TCS and Mainframe"

"aahaa...nanum Mainframela thaanga kuppa kotitruken"

"sooper..id iruntha kudunga ethachum issue vantha ungaluku thalli vitruen"

"sure.." endru punnagaithaan Ram.

Neram ponathay theriaamal pesikondirunthanar iruvarum.

"Achcuho..ivlo neram aidicha..enna vitutu poida poranga enga veetla.."

"haha...en ungaluku thirumba poga vazhi teriatha"

"6 varushama Banglorelaye irunthu chennai suthama maranthay pochunga..jangiri jelabila charactersla ezhuthina boarda paakama..vidyaasama iruku"


"ungaluku banglore varathu okva.."

"hmm..chennai vitutu varathuku manasilla..unga project inum ethana naal anga?"

"enthu long termnga..but nanum chennai varathuku try panitu iruken.."

Halluku vanthu Ammaavidam kilambaalaam endru saigai seithaan Ram.

Pogum vazhiyil.."ennada..ponnu okva" endraal Anu.

"ok ilaamaya athana neram pesitrunthaangara.." endru check vaithaar mapillai.

"hmm..avanga enna solraangannu papom..apruma en decisiona solren.."

"aama ithu enna election resulta..athu kuda oray naalula solidranga"

"seri..avana compel panna venaam..avanga enna solrangannu than papomay" endraal Anu.

Lakshmi secretly told Anu to check with the gal's side in the evening to know their opinion. No on picked the call. The phone kept ringing. And soon the entire incident itself was forgotten.

"Apdi ennada sonna antha ponnu kitta..foney eduka matengaraanga" endru kindal seithaal Lakshmi.

"Avaltayum mokka potrupaan..antha ponnu ivan blade thaangaama bayanthu poitu vazhkaiye veruthu poirukum"

"Hullo....ithelaam ungalukkay konjam too mucha therila..enamo ivala vitta ennamo vera ponnay kedaika maattangara rangeku pesareenga!!"

"Jaathagathula jaladhosham thavira ella doshamum iruku. Ponnu kedaikrathay kashtam. Ithula ipidi porupilaama nadanthukita enna panrathu..kaalakaalathula...." athuku mela Periamma sonathu ethaiyum kaathil potu kolaamal headfonai maatikondu paatu ketka thodanginaan. Mella Umavin ninaivu vanthu marainthathu.


Friday, November 20, 2009

Noble cause

Bloggees..one of our blogmates Rat, has initiated this wonderful program to collect contributions to help Breast Cancer patients. She, along with her friends have decided to collect contributions (money..in kind.. anything possible) till Dec 22 and make it a christmas present for them. Please find the link to her blog as below.

Rat's blog

If interested you can drop in a mail to my id. I will share her account number details with you. In case if you've other plans apart from monetary contributions you can still write to me.

Email: Vidhyasankar.Ravindran@gmail.com

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Jillunu oru kaathal kathai :) -1

As a kid i had been warned
never to look at lightning directly..
But couldnt help it
when you showed up
Like a multicolored lightning..
burning your picture on my mind..
and blinding me with love.....

And they say
Lightning never strikes twice at the same place
Maybe my heart was an exception to that..
you were my sweetest dream
which stayed on with my eyes
even while open....

Like a mid afternoon breeze
you came into my life..
Life never looked rosier

You had the most talkative eyes..
They more than compensated for
your silence
by making a mess of mine

"Hey purushaa...ithoda continuation engada" endraal Uma.
"Adipaavi..itha engenthu edutha..and by the way... thanks for the mariaathai" endru aval kaiyil iruntha antha papera pidunga muyarchithaan Ram.
"haiii..avlo easya thara maaten...veedu clean panrachay kedaichuthu..unnoda "treasure box" dabbalenthu..aama ithenna...pullayaar suzhilaam potruka..deiveega Kaadhal?"
"cha cha..first first love panromay athaan pullyaar suzhi poatu start panlaamnu.."
"velangidichi...athennada most talkative eyes..kannu pesutha...so corny...if i can flake it..namma veetuku rendu masathuku corn flakeskaagum..hahaha"
"hmm...coming from you thats bigger than pulitzer.."
"vevevee...ipdilaam ice vacha nee ezhuthirukarathu nallarukunu sollvennu expect pannaatha"
"seri..athu kedakatumm..oru cup coffee kedaikumaada...semma tireda iruku"
"naan azhagaaa iruken sollu..coffee kedaikum"
"usuala poi sonna bojanam kedaikaathu solvanga..inga ultava iruku..aaah...killathaa"
"iru iru..coffeela phenol oothi kondu varen"
"oh..appo usuala podra coffe thaana inikum"
"poda..po neeye coffee potuko" endru kovathudan sofavil ukkanthaal Uma.
"achucho..chellam...kochikaathamaa..usuala podra antha brown color thiravam potu kududa...pleeeessee...pleeeeseeee..."
"appo kuda paaru..unaku kozhupu adanguthaanu..iru iru...sakkaraiku badila uppa kotti kondu varen"
"thankuda chellam"

Uma kitchenukul sendra pin..vegu neram varai antha letteraiye verithu paarthavaaru amarthirunthan Ram...antha kadithathin marupaguthiyai ninaithavaray.

"Then came the season of seperation
Now if one think about it..
has no rhyme or reason..
happiness stepped out when
ego stepped in..
neither did i budge
nor did you give in..

Time rolled away..
and we went seperate ways..
travelled too far..
there is no comeback..
still goin on
with the hope that...
our paths may cross oneday..
to meet and part is the way of life..
to part and meet is the hope of life"

"Enna dorai..deep thinkingla irukeenga.."
Uma's voice brought him back to present.
"hmm..athuva..nee poda pora coffeeya nenachu konjam bayama irunthichi...medical insurance number enannu yosichitrunthen"
"ithu mokka..nejatha sollu..enna prachana..un moonjiya paakaamalaye un mood ennanu solravaluku ithu kuda teriatha.."
"onumilada" Ram smiled..
"officela prachanaiya...yaarnu sollu potu thaliralam"
"hahaa..apdi evanaachum prachanai panna kandipa unkita solren..okva"
"pinna vera ennathukaga ipdi moojiye thooki vachikitu ukkanthiruntha"
"ada raama...onumilama...inoru vaati ithey kelviya keta..aprum naan coffee poda vendirukum.."
"enna prachanainu ketathuku kolai merattala.."Eeram" padam paathala..athula vara pei mathiri coffeeya vanthu unna pazhi vaanguven"
"aama ipo coffela aavi varuthu..apo aaviye coofeeya varum"
"mokka mokka..." endru thalaiyanaiyaal Uma avanai adikka muyarchikka adi vaanguvathu pol paasaangu seithavaaray avalai katti anaithaan Ram.

(ithu "U" rated blogngarathaala..rendu flower shake aagratha neengalay imagine panikunga)

"If anyone asks you to name few things which, would be/has been, available all throughout this planet...from time immemorial...the first thing to crop in anyone's mind would be... LOVE. The simplest and most commonest of 4 letter words, albeit the most complex one at that. But more often than not, like lightning is to rain, Love is to tears. Whether they are happy tears or sad ones..no bets on that. I personally feel, there must be some vein or something going deep from your tear gland to the heart. And whenever something happens which makes it aflutter or skip a beat..it directly activates the gland and the damn tears dam, "tears" open. Well..unlike most love stories ours started where most stories would end.
Here comes the tortoise coil...weaving through the memories....

(To be contiued)

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The story of the trees

I complete 100 posts for this year :D :D and have always wanted to post some parable sort of a story. So here goes :)

Makkass..this is not my story. nejamavay ithu oru parable thaan. I just did the translation :)

Once there were 3 friendly trees in a dense forest. They were sharing their dreams amongst themselves as to what is their life time ambition.
The first tree said, "I want to be a treasure chest. I want to safeguard Gold, diamond and all the treasures of the world".
Second one said, " I want to be the ship of the king of kings, the all conquering emperor".
Last one had different idea. "I want to grow so tall, closer to heaven, that the Lord Himself should rest on me"

Soon, some lumberjacks came that side. They saw the first one and felt that it was too strong and thick and decided to make a treasure chest out of it. They saw the second one and felt since it had grown straight and tall, it would deem fit to build a ship out of it and decided to give it to the Navy. Both the trees felt so happy that their dreams were about to be realised. The moment the lumberjacks began cutting the third tree, it realised its dream was doomed.

After few days, the lumberjack who cut the first tree, decided against the treasure chest and made a wooden box to store cowdung and cattle fodder. The second one, instead of being made into a warship, became a small boat. The third tree was simply lying in a store room not being used at all. All the trees were heart broken.

One fine day, one pergnant woman, who was going to her village, unable to bear the pain, came to the cowshed on her way home, along with her husband. She gave birth to one cute looking kid. Unable to find a suitable place to keep the child, the kept it on the wooden box which was lying there. The box which dreamt of holding the treasures of the world, felt happy that, more than the treasures it was now providing haven to something more precious than all the treasures put together.

The tree which became boat, was once sailing on the high seas with lot of people on board. Suddenly there was a storm which threatened to capsize the boat. All the people aboard were terrified and fell at the feet of on Saintly figure who just stoof and waved his had towards the sea. The sea became quiet. The tree, then realised its hosting the King of Kings and felt that its ambition has been realised atlast.

One fine day, the third tree, which was all along, lying idle on the store room, was taken out. It saw one divine looking person, with peaceful eyes getting beaten on the streets. The people who were torturing him, made him carry that tree and they went up a hill. There they nailed that man to the tree itself. Still that man, prayed for their forgiveness and never uttered a word against them. The third tree realised, it was none other than Jesus Christ himself and felt so happy that its dream was also fullfilled.

So, all the trees realised their dreams..not in the way they wanted it ..but in the way God had destined for them. Guess it applies to us too. God doesnot fullfill all our wants..but definitely the good intentions behind them.

Monday, November 09, 2009

Thank you :)

Enatharumai blaag makkalay..parisal boatu vachu prayaanikara situationla irunthaalum...(aamaanga..blorela pei mazhaiyaam)...unga karisnathuku thalai vanangi Suresh thank u post poda solirukaaha...ikkada choodavum.

" My dear Bloggers : Thanks a lot for reading my 20 page story patiently and also providing your positive feedback. Those who have not read my first story, I would suggest to read that as well "Kanavu meipada Vendum" (Dream come true - a love story) in this same blog in August edition.

Trust me your comments and wishes motivates me a lot, many have wished me to write a book, I will for sure write one, but I am going to continue writing short stories and upload it in my blog. Yes, I am going to open my blog next month end. Gils will share my blog link with you all as soon I have it released. So I am sure you all will like it and will peep in there as well.

I am just realizing the fun about writing stories, not only it makes me feel good, it also inspires others and its a very good medium to share knowledge/philosophy and in the journey get good friends like you all :)

(Adhukullara ice vaika aarambichitaan parunga adutha kathaiku audience pudika..!! pozhaika terinja pulla)

It will be a sin if I don’t thank Gils for providing the opportunity to publish my stories in his blog & enabling me to have energetic, young reader base.

(Sathiyama merkoorapatta line naan add panleengo...venumna original mail proof vachiruken)

Thanks Gils & Thanks again for all your comments and wishes, keep Blogging"

Cheers - Suresh

Sunday, November 08, 2009

If i were a baby again...............

Ippo mattum grown up aatum irukenaanu kelvilaam kekapdaathu..Intha titlea neria blogla post paathen. So here's me with my kaantreebushan.

Kutti gils romba chamathunu kelvi. Adhigamaa yaraiyum paduthinathu illyaam. Ithu vaangi thaa athu vaangi thaanu imsa panathukuda kedayathaam. But sila vishyams kampalsary..like the rounds on cycle before my dad leaves for office. Everyday, before leaving for office on his Hercules cycle, he had to take me around our street for some rounds. Then only then the relieving order will be released from my checkpost :)

Whenever my dad goes for shopping for groceries, he used to carry me. And the shopkeeper was someone whom we had known for decades it seems, the owner being a very good friend of my grandpa. Whenever i goto that shop the owner used to give dry fruits in a pottalam and on the way back me and my dad both used to feed the pigeons. Needless to say i was a pampered child :) My dad never allowed me to walk and always carried me wherever he took me :) Infact i took more time than normal kids to walk properly :) nadakka vitta thaana :)

My mom always had a fancy for "Jibba" as the ideal dress for me (which continues to this date). She used to dress me up in pyjama jibba and in most of my baby snaps you can see me in this costume. My cousins used to tease, that i look like sonpapdi kaaran in that dress :)

I hated goodbyes. Whenever any guests came to our house i used to guard the doorstep with one kuchi not allowing them to leave. My paati always ensured my attention was elsewhere whenever she left. Illaati kuchiyaalaye adi uzhum. See how chamathu i am :D

I was least fond of toys and the only toy which held my interest were guns. Leo toys held sway at that time and the only ever toy which i remember asking my dad was the machine gun which made all those weird noises :) i never got one and my dad always remembered that.

Mahabaratham vantha timela broomstick kuchisla villu ambu senju enga veetu EB meter boardla Bulls eye varanju vachu i used to practice my archery skills :D Paathi thodappam ipdiye gaali pannathukaga..thodapathala udha vangatha kurai thaan.

Enga areala..night timela red color thuni porthi tricyclea Kulfi varum. Tingu tingu nu mani sound ketalay velila odipoiduven. But my parents were very strict. "kanda thannila senjirupanga" solli they never used to get me that. Banglore poi naan saapta first ice Kulfi thaan :D kekka aal ilaya.. poga vara saapatu item kulfi thaan :)

WOW..i never knew i remembered all this till i wrote this post :D ipdiye pona poorva jenma nyabgamlaam kooda vantirum nenakren. So me the istooppu here.

Saturday, November 07, 2009

Discover your Palace - concluded

That was too much for me, first of all I didn’t know who Sheetal is and over that blaming me for murder, I was hopping mad. Suddenly it struck me that Sheetal is one of the characters in my short love story where sheetal would die due to a dreadful disease. As I recollected the story and was about to confirm it with her, she showed me bunch of papers which she was hiding behind and said “why you didn’t tell in last 7 years that you are story writer” she asked. “Sorry great story writer” she adjusted.

“haha .. you scared me Sindhu” suddenly a girl’s name, with eyes red , that too murder..Ho man you made me really go wild for some time” I shared..
"Yes I purposely did it, wanted to make you understand how I felt.."
“What feel” I asked
“Why would you want to kill sheetal in the story, it was such a wonderful romantic story and why did you have to kill her, I was weeping and couldn’t digest that” she said.
I realized that Sindhu was cleaning the house as we had to shift the house sooner and that’s when she got my diary where I have written all my stories in my college days. I was laughing at her and said , all these stories I wrote when I was in college.
“But why didn’t you continue and told even once that you write stories”
“I have told you many times Sindhu may be you did not hear it, “Anyway after you came in to life nothing was interesting other than you, Sindhu” I said

“Don’t give all this dialogue, you are going to continue writing stories” She said.. You need to discover yourself Amit, she said.

It reminded me the OM teacher story and I realized that I was just focused on the spoon of oil and forgot to discover the palace.

“Lets see, first give me some water and snacks, I have to prepare for a press meet tomorrow” I said.
I was the product manager and had to address 10 – 15 press persons in Taj Residency to explain the school product that was implemented in UK successfully in 3 years and to showcase that and implement in India.

My mobile rang and my wife picked up and gave it to me. All I knew it was a bad news as sindhu’s face shrunk.

It took some time for me to digest. I never cried for a person whom I had never seen in my life. But that day I wept as I learnt from my friend that Vaishali madam’s son expired in a car accident in U.S”

He was in US for his higher studies and was later working in an s/w company there, so I didn’t get a chance to meet him nor bothered to look him in the photo when I went to their house in Chennai.But I was feeling bad for Vaishali madam, she is a great person.My product demo in Taj was to be telecasted in CNBC business news next night, but I was still in a shock state and couldn’t concentrate on it. Probably that was the irony of life the long awaited moment in life and I am not in a state of mind to enjoy it.

He came again and asked me
“Why are you sad?”

“You know why – who is this God ?” “Why does he want to punish Vaishali mam, for may be due to some previous birth deeds which she doesn’t even remember now”

“hmm – you are talking about karma. Forget about it, BTW who said God is punishing her”

“what else, she has been doing lot of services taking care of Orphan home and her son is now in pieces due to a car accident”

“But you have to thank God for the reason that he gradually took her son from her and not suddenly. He initially separated her miles away from her by sending him to US 6 years ago.
Now just imagine that he has gone further away to a place where she can’t reach him.”

“Ha it’s easy to see it that way, “I can’t even imagine this tragedy. Only a mother knows how hard it’s to loose her son whom she carried since he was formed in the embryo”

“I agree the loss of life is a tragedy and couldn’t be replaced”
“For your question of why?” I don’t know. Anyway let’s pray for his soul to rest in peace
And you need to tell Vaishali mam to look her son in all the 30 kids’ faces. Probably the bondage she had with her son needs to be tied with them now, he concluded.

It’s always never easy to meet somebody who just lost their son a month ago, I made a trip to Chennai exclusively to meet Vaishali mam. I went to my friends house Nikhil who stays nearby her place and got more details before I could go and meet her, I was so nervous but still made my mind and went to her house.

I expected her to become so weak and so dull face. But she was not as weak and dull as I expected. I walked in looking at her and said ‘I am sorry ma’m”
“Its ok Amit, it’s all happened and it’s all his game” she said pointing upwards.
I saw her son’s photo for the first time which was kept blown up with garland in the hall. Somehow I couldn’t resist tears in my eyes, I controlled to the core as I don’t want to trigger her to go in that mood. But my mouth did not listen to my thoughts and opened up “
“Of all the people why did God chose you to punish “I asked.

She looked at me and started tell me in a soothing voice, it reminded me the situation in the canteen where shared the oil-palace story by Paulo Coelho

Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983. From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed: "Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease"?
To this Arthur Ashe replied:
"The world over -- 50 million children start playing tennis, 5 million learn to play tennis,500,000 learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, and 5000 reach the grand slam,50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals,When I was holding a cup I never asked GOD 'Why me?'.
And today in pain I should not be asking GOD 'Why me?' "

"Happiness keeps you Sweet,
Trials keep you Strong,
Sorrow keeps you Human,
Failure keeps you humble and Success keeps you glowing, but only Faith & Attitude Keeps you going...

“Wise Woman” is what I could think of after this. She has become my friend, philosopher and guide. Our bondage became stronger after this.
Life become normal after, on a Friday night, Sindhu was planning to make a trip to her uncle’s house in DRDO colony
“ Why?” I asked “we have gone only once there after our marriage I am not so comfortable” I said.
I have given my uncle all your stories as his friend is a chief editor in ROOPA publishers.
“So you mean they are going to evaluate my stories to publish in their magazines?” I asked
“precisely” she said.
I have already spoken to him , he already called his friend to review the stories and give his feedback tomorrow.
We all went to his house on Saturday. Her uncle was saying that his friend may publish my short stories in the monthly magazine called “Youth thirst” which is similar to Readers digest. As I had collection of small stories approximately 15, he said they would select best 12 and release it throughout the year, “You will be even getting paid for that,” his uncle said but please write more stories for next year’s edition he said and called his friend.
He gave me the phone after letting him know that I had come to his house.

“Hi Amit, this is Nitesh here. I have read your stories, I had refined them . The stories are really good, most importantly many of them are mind awakening, though initially I thought of publishing your stories every month in our magazine, we are planning to publish it as a separate book itself, collection of short stories like the one R.K. Narayan book”

Some how the comparison of my stories with Readers digest and R K Narayan made me have goose pimples.

“Ok Amit, can you suggest a name for the book, we will do the compilation have the proof read done by next week and you can sign the book and the agreement and we can send it for printing”
It was all like a dream.

The phone was kept in the speaker phone every one looked at me to suggest a name for the book, home, and my presence of mind helped me as usual “how about COCKTAIL” I suggested
Sindhu’s uncle nodded his head, Sindhu was not quite convinced, but nitesh instantly replied “Cocktail – cool it really suits well, it’s a collection of variety of stories”
And since the target audience is youth I think cock tail is very good, OK we will decide it by this weekend if you don’t get any other names.
Please call me some time next week to remind me.

In 8 months time, Cocktail was released and was available in many places like landmark. I was told that 1000 copies were sold in the 4 months. Which is a great number for a first time writer, probably the title was very catchy.

It was a long weekend and also it was my parents wedding anniversary day that Saturday so we all planned to visit them in Chennai. I was in the railway station in Higginbotham. A lady in late 30’s was asking the sales man if they have the book “cocktail”
I was stunned to see a customer buying my book, to my disappointment the sales man asked the author name and after fondling with the computer for 5 minutes he said “no book with that name ma’m.”

I went to the lady and said “Please take this book mam”
She looked at me strangely and said “No, its ok thanks , I will get it from other book outlets” she hesitated.
“Please take it mam I have more than 100 copies with me”
“What, why?” she gave a much stranger look
“I wrote this book” I said
“AMit…. Amit Kumar……….. Sharma…..” She asked
“Yes I am “ I replied modestly.
She grabbed the book from me and opened the first page candidly to have a glimpse at the book. My photo was printed in the front page and she was happy to confirm that it was me”

She said “thank youuu sooooo much.. I am so lucky to get the book from the author itself….”

She took her handbag to take money
“what are you doing” I asked.. no this book is worth 100 rupees she said in a low tone..
“that’s my gift to you” I said and gave my card..
“If you want to pay me. Please write your feedback to this email id” I said
She said thanks again, gave her card and vanished to catch her train.
I saw her and it was written “Dr Sheela- DGO “ – Wockhard Hospitals.
I was priceless to see her thrilled on getting the book.

Sindhu, my daughter Nisha and I got in to the train. While Sindhu went to make nisha sleep in the lower birth, I stood near the door to enjoy the site seeing.. the train was picking up fast and I saw the moon following us. The moon was shining as bright as it was I could remember 7 years back when I lost my first job almost the same day as I could recollect accurately it was my parents wedding anniversary day.

He came again and asked “so exactly 7 years over. So all the boons that god gave you are in to reality” he asked

“I lost the paper” I said
“my question is did you realize the boon. Forget about the paper”
“ I recollected all the 3 boons, a great business man . a great writer & service to mankind”

I have been in CNBC news the other day for my product, my stories are now published and hence I replied “almost yes”. I said.
But though I wrote the stories, it was my wife who took all the pain to have it visible to the outside world and have me recognized.
I said did the boon was realized never said that god will himself come and full fill. Your wife was the medium. he said

“What if God comes and asks you for 3 more boons “he asked
I smiled and replied “nothing”
“What” he asked again
“’nothing, I am content, I am happy with what I have, I am married to the girl whom I loved, I have a beautiful daughter, I am in a good company, I have rediscovered myself – writing stories”
“Good – you have realized yourself, so does that mean all your 3 boons are fulfilled?” he asked
the first 2 boon is a form of luck where my effort and opportunity was met, for my 3rd boon I had to take the initiative as the boon I asked for is “ I have to do service to mankind”, the boon itself derives my efforts as it’s a service. So I feel ashamed that I have not done that yet” I said
“Don’t feel ashamed – you already have the opportunity all you have to do is take efforts he said.
But where? I asked.
Your mentor - Viashali mam – orphan home – he said –

Another train in the opposite direction crossed by with a sound horn……….
My inner voice subsided while I went to the upper berth to sleep.
I looked at Sindhu and Nisha sleeping in the lower birth –

My inner voice came again and said
“Life atlast nail downs to a few key moments, life goes on, but be shrewd enough to make the most of it, listen to your dreams, live every moment and most importatnly don’t spill the oil” he concluded”
The words of my inner voice kept echoing
“Your mentor - Viashali mam – orphan home”
“Listen to your dreams, but don’t spill the oil”

I closed my eyes to discover other places of my palace.
Discover Your Palace .

Friday, November 06, 2009

And the award goes tooooo......

Ada aamaanga...irunthu irunthu enakum oru jeevan award kuduthirukaaha :D athukum naanga latea thaan ponomla :D..kuduthu oru maasam aguthu..ipothaan postingu... Award alitha Kanagu thambriikuu mikka nanri. Now i the forwarding this parisu to fella blaaggers..

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Divyapriya- the new megaserial maharani of blogsphere :) she is heartless when it comes to teasing people with her suspense twist filled mega serial posts which leaves you ranting and raving till you get the next part. Wonderful writer, who is not very far from getting published.

AJCL- Ivangala pathi naan enna solrathu. Aprum Karan joharoda Koffee with Karan program mathiri aidum :) A person with very keen sense of observation, next only to Sherlok holmes i shd say ;) whose posts on her cute lil kiddo, chotu, has made him the most famous kid on blogsville. True to her blog name, her posts are a wonderful tribute to this journey called life.

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Sorivats- this daawg..my birend for almost a dozen years now. painter..singer..dancer..actor..blogger...cooker (weight pota whistle adipaaraanulam kekapdaathu)...ipdi "er"la mudiara pala rolesku he fits :) A truly multi talented perusu naalu tea. Remyngara perla ivaroda cooking skillsa podhu janathuku parapiturkar. (Athen Remynu punai peyarngareengala...athu benaami name. Kola casela maatikapdaathu parunga athaan)...egapatta oora suthi ivaru podra travelloguesa nirutha solli kandana aarpaatamlaam nadatha poratha kelvi. athuku aatharava intha award :)

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I pass on this award to Carpediem,Rambam,RT,rat,tamilmango,DD ekka,Porks, en saga KK,23 Cla vara kaalamega pulavar and Blog with a difference Vidhya. Ovoruthar pathiyum naan paara paarava poata intha award postay rendu masathuku odum :)

Its such a delight to connect with you all folks which is only outweighed by the eagerness to meet you all in person :) Keep rockin folks.

Thursday, November 05, 2009

Discover your Palace -4

We both spoke for more than an hour and went to sleep I woke up late in the morning. I decided to have Breakfast; I liked the puttu with banana. Almost all the dishes have banana or coconut involved, I like the taste though. Somehow I started liking the place and the mallu people. I went out for a stroll into all the small lanes around the place. There were some beautiful houses and could see only oldies enjoy their life sitting in an easy chair outside the house in the lawn. Very few houses had children. All I know was Mallus don’t stay at their home town, they go outside Kerala to make a living and build good houses and settle in the native after retirement. There is a saying Mallus are found even in Mars.

I sneaked through the slope areas and saw few older kids playing cricket in a small ground in the midst of coconut trees. I was watching them play and got tempted to ask them if I could join. Endhaa Tamilaaa ? One boy asked. I said “yes” ‘Ok join that team most of them are tamilians in that team’ he said. I was enjoying the game while my mobile beeped “Please have lunch ;) “Sindhu SMS, I ignored and was immersed in the game Unfortunately our team lost and the boys stated shouting
"hey Kerala won... Tamilnadu lost…"
I said “Hey I am from Bangalore”
They shouted again “hey Karnataka lost…”
The time was almost 2 and I rushed to get an auto to reach the lodge and I went to the lodge and ordered a mini lunch. The rice were very big I got a “Vatha kulambu” papad, rasam curd rice, surprisingly no coconut and no banana, I had my lunch and was waiting outside, an auto came fast and I could see one hand popping out with green bangles waving at me “ Come fast ..Come fast. It was of course Sindhu – “Where are we going BTW” I asked.
“Surprise” she told. The Auto stopped in near a theatre- like place probably a porch tent we could say – I saw the poster outside Kamal Haasan starring Panchatantiram..
She looked at me to see my surprise. I was of course excited but not happy to watch this movie in such a theatre. “See your wish also full filled “you also watch movie I also go to my native – how is it? – actually she was excited wanting me to see excited”
Do these theatres have A/c.. DTS? I asked. Her face shrunk again and said. “Come lets go back – you can sleep in the lodge “
I some times feel that I need to have double filter in my mouth.. I said “sorry I was just pulling your legs” Brinda ran towards the ticket counter and came back with 3 tickets. We all enjoyed the movie. More than the movie, I enjoyed holding Sindhu’s hands.
She rushed back home and I was in the Volvo Bus sitting in the Aisle seat. Sindhu came with her father. I acted like a good boy got the bag from him and put in the upper shelf. Sindhus’ father without knowing that I am Sindhus friend who spent time with her , said thanks and told “konjam paathukoo” meaning take care .
I am ready to take care of her the whole life I said to myself and said sure maama .
While her father was getting down, Sindhu came to me and said as if she is talking to a stranger told me with different face
“Excuse me can you please move that’s my seat – window seat”
I pinched her hip and said “Yes mam”
She shouted due to the unexpected move of my mine “Budhu – my father still getting down – what if he had seen. that too in public"
So you are bothered about public and father and not the pinch – I spoke to myself.
“Hey did you have your dinner?” She asked in a very suspect tone
“Yes- why” I asked
“No, if you are hungry, you do all stupid things right, that’s why I wanted to confirm” She said
She turned to me and asked – BTW what did you say to my father “maama”
Yes maama means uncle “ I replied( it has another meaning father –in-law )
By the time her father came near the window and was telling all usual stuff. “take care, eat well. Sleep well” as if she doesn’t know.
The bus started moving and I waved to Sindhus father. She hit my hand and said “enough”
“we both were excited about the 2 day trip we had”
“I still can’t believe it, still feel like a dream, couldn’t imagine you in my native.” she said..
“BTW tell me about your family” She asked
“My father is a very cool person and my mom is bit short fused but my father knows all the techniques in the world to tackle her, my brother works in Mumbai in a mechanical company” I said
“Cool – interesting she said”
“How about your parents”, I asked as I know she is the only daughter
“its quite opposite to your parents, my mom is damn cool and father is bit moody but yes as all the women she knows how to handle her husband”

After a short conversation, we slept early as we had a hectic weekend and most importantly the Sunday night syndrome for IT folks had started.

Monday morning we both were surprised to see a mail in the office with the subject “Important announcement” It reminded Sindhu and myself the announcement in the previous company. We were praying so badly that the announcement should not be bad.
To our relief, the CEO & Seshank invited all the employees with a big smile and that indicated that the announcement is not that bad. We all had big cake and party as we had cracked a big deal in UK – a chain of schools.
It made me and Sindhu happier and while we were discussing about our weekend trip, Seshank called me – “Amit – 2 minutes”
I followed Seshank to his cubicle, “Buddy you are the project lead for this one and get your passport, you may need to fly next weekend to UK” he said.
I was so thrilled about my role and my trip and went running towards Sindhu to share the happy news. We both were already excited about the weekend trip and the sequences of good news made us to be in cloud nine. We decided to have a great lunch. Sindhu and I became very close after the trip.

My Visa, tickets all done, I need to take a late night flight on Friday. It was a mixed emotions first foreign trip but that also means separation from sindhu for 3 months. I took Sindhu to the pantry and was advising her the same way her father did while he was sending off the other day, some how the chemistry between us reached the peak that day. Either of us had to open it, I purposefully dragged it for I liked to enjoy that phase of life. Fortunately Sindhu broke the ice. She asked me to come to a café coffee day
I knew a lot can happen in a coffee day but didn’t expect this much
Amit “ I have told my parents about us” she said.
“about us – what” I asked
“Yes Amit I have told my parents about us” she reinstated
“Have you told everything – that also” I asked in a funny tone
She took my hand and twisted back side
“Very funny ….– I told my mom and she told my father and they kind of almost approved”
She said in a bit serious tone.
I looked at her eyes and she immediately asked a question which I never expected
“When are you marrying me?”
I knew this has to happen soon but never imagined she would be so fast.
“August 15th 2003” I said
“What?” She screamed
“Well, I will speak to my parents tonight they have come down from Chennai to send me off, I will give them 3 months time to think” I said
“What if they don’t agree” she asked
I held her hand and said “they are my parents” I said. She could see the commitment in my eyes.
Suddenly I felt everything is falling in place. I went home got ready and was on the way to the airport and in the taxi I told my parents about myself and Sindhu, my father was so cool to agree while my mom had some disagreement as Sindhu is from Kerala and we are from Tamilnadu. Three months passed by, my telephone bill probably would stand first in the project expenses and I am not sure if my project manager had budgeted it.
My mom kind of agreed as I counseled her all the 3 months when I was in UK.
Somehow both the sides agreed and we didn’t have a great hassle except for minor cultural difference raised by both the parents.
Sindhu’s parents came down to Chennai and we had an informal engagement. The custom at sindhu’s family is to have engagement at Guy’s side. We were finally engaged officially.

Sindhu was travelling to her native almost every weekend as she had to prepare for the marriage – shopping was the major factor. It was a Friday night. I dropped Sindhu in the bus stop to take her bus, after the bus moved, I suddenly felt very lonely, I also wanted to go to Irunjalaguda with her, though she had the same feeling she wouldn’t approve for it.
After her bus went I went to the same kallada travels fellow and learnt that in another 1 hour there is one bus to Trissur ,but disappointed to know that all seats were booked, after a long beg he agreed that he can have a seat near the driver but it would be uncomfortable but the price would be the same. I did not bother much about it and was happy to get a ticket. Since my cousin room was near by with whom I stayed, I went and got 2 sets of dresses in a bag and rushed back to catch the bus. I reached Trissur at 7 am Saturday morning and from there took another bus to reach Irunjalaguda in 1 hour. I checked-in at the same lodge where I had stayed the previous time and went to sleep as I had a tedious journey.
Sindhu called me 9 am “what are you doing? still sleeping – she asked”
“Yes – I replied “ - “Ok I will call you after, I may go out after some time she said and banged the phone.
I woke up at 11 am got ready and called her to know where is she and to give her a surprise visit

“Hi Good morning”
“Good afternoon sir” she replied
“So where are you?” I asked
“I am in a Nilgiris super market buying groceries for the month, I am a good girl after coming home got ready helped mom in the kitchen and come here- not like you sleeping till 11”
“Hey don’t tell me – you will repent later” I said
“I have no feelings – sorry” she replied.
“Ok which super market” – I asked
“Hmm – Nilgiris “
“Where is it” I asked
“Amit this is called kadalai, I will call you later I am busy in buying stuff”
“Hey why do you say this is kadalai – define kadalai” I asked
“Talking aimlessly to a girl is kadalai” she replied
“Ok you don’t have to tell where you are, I know it’s near the lodge where I stayed”
“Sorry boss, it’s just very near to my house” she said
I meanwhile got an Auto and told him to go to the place where she resides
“Are you outside? are you in auto?” she asked
“Yes am going to office some pending work “ I said
“What happened to your bike “ she said
“Ho yeah I had given it for service “ I said…
“Ok catch you later “she said and cut the phone.
I somehow located the Nilgiris super mark in 10 minutes and also located Sindhu.
She was buying vegetables; I kept my camera in mobile ready to catch her surprise in her face. I stood behind her and with different rough voice asked her “Are these tomatoes good?”
She replied “yes. They are!” in a soft tone without turning back. “How about the onions?” I asked again in the same tone, she hurriedly turned back to see who was that asking such strange questions.

As she turned back and looked at me with astonishing face, I took a snap.

“Hey ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,AMiiiii, how come ………..you are here….”
She couldn’t hold her breath,
Yes I wanted to give a surprise I said ..
“You naughty.., how did you come? When did you come? Where are you staying? ..so the auto sound was here.. That’s why you were asking me where am I? “She kept on talking to herself.
I explained her, the entire story and she insisted to visit her house, her mom came while we were talking and she was also surprised to see me and both of them pulled me to their house. Her Father too was surprised to see his daughter and wife who went to buy groceries coming back with his would-be son-in-law.
“Welcome Amit, how are you ? “ . “So what made you come here suddenly” he asked in a blunt way.
My presence of mind did help me there
“I am fine maama, Sindhu and myself wanted to take blessings of the Grandma after our engagement as she couldn’t make it to engagement” she was 87 and was almost bed-ridden. All of them got very impressed with my statement and Grandma was in tears after hearing me. Sindhu came near me and told “Periya Nadigan (great actor)”
We both took blessings and I had lunch and
His father started the conversation “I feel like I have seen you somewhere before” he said. “yes maama in our engagement” I said in a funny way with the fear that he may recollect that I was in the bus sitting next to Sindhu an year ago when he came to send her off.
“haha no son, before that itself , she said”
“Do you watch star movies uncle” I asked in a very jovial way
“Ho yes … why?”
Sindhu kicked my leg as were having lunch in the dining table without anybody noticing “don’t be so playful”. She whispered.
Somehow the topic got diverted and I was spared.

Left to lodge and took bus the same night to Bangalore. I informed my parents about the trip as they were in Chennai, they did not give much importance as they knew my bachelor life in Bangalore was coming to an end.

At last we got legally committed, yes Sindhu and I got married on Sep 3rd 2003.

Sindhu shook me to get my thoughts back, and she said again said “ Sheetal” her red eyes was now better though. While I was slowly coming out of my flashback, I asked her who is Sheetal and what that name has to do with cheating her?

Yes “Sheetal – why did you kill her “She asked.

(To be continued)

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Discover your Palace -3

Sindhu joined a training center as a trainer for a minimal pay after our first company was closed. It was in the same year 2000, just couple of months after my first company was closed , I was able to get a job in a much better company – “Micro Media”,. Vaishali madam did not stop with the proverb but also gave a contact; Seshank who was my senior, probably another fan of her like me . She mentioned that I should go to meet him, he works in a big company in Bangalore and also he is very close to CEO. Lady luck was in my favor .
He was a product manager in the company. Seshank did his MBA in IIM , a very shrewd but amicable fellow, he seemed to be very close with the CEO for his Business strategies.

Seshank took me to his cabin where he explained the reason why they have recruited me.
“Amit, the plan is to diversify the business, he explained saying that software product development will be the niche business of the company going forward.

“How about School Information System” I suggested.
“Hmm “brilliant idea”, let me talk to the CEO, he already has few ideas. Seshank always believed “Action @ the speed of thought” , his brain works like a machine.

After 6 months in the company, I learnt that my idea was approved and this new product needed a pool of S/W Engineers and my aim to get Sindhu into the company was fulfilled.. I was very joyful, I couldn’t ask for anything else as I got my girl back in the same office. Though we both used to meet often in those 8 months gap, meeting Sindhu daily - getting a chance to look at her almost the whole day was unbounded joy for me.

Sindhu and I continued our chatting, but the scenario was different in this company, she was in a different team and we both were tied up with loads of work. But we would almost everyday try to have lunch together in the office canteen, if not; we will try to have dinner in some restaurant.

. It was a Thursday morning;
I went to her cubicle and said
“Shall we go to the latest Tamil Movie “Panchatantiram this weekend, I shall book the tickets”.
“Ho I am sorry… am going to my native”, she replied.
Sindhu used to travel at least once a month to her native Kerala, a small place called Irunjalaguda near Trissur
“Why can’t you go next weekend” I asked.
“Why can’t we go to the movie next weekend”, she retaliated
I starred at her and she smiled at me and told in a low tone “I have to go this weekend; I have some important stuff to close”.

“Are you getting engaged”, I asked, she looked at me sarcastically and said “I am already engaged”.

“Ok Shall I also come with you to your place”? I asked
“ho sure, that would be fun” but… where will you stay”
She asked in a child-like tone
“Why, your house can’t accommodate me?” I asked
“No, Amit, the situation in our house is different, we have an old Grandma, my father is very narrow minded, only mom is amicable, neither you nor my family would be comfortable, but we have some good lodges nearby”
I could see the excitement in her and the playful thought of mine became a reality, we boarded the train on Friday night the whole day of Friday was filled with dreams. One thing for sure Sindhu had some big plans as she was talking to her cousin over the phone at least once every hour. Our RAC tickets got confirmed and we started talking at 9 PM. We were talking and then talking and then talking, it was at 2 30 am one of the passengers got wild and screamed at us which made both of us to close our eyes. We reached Inrujalaguda at 7:45, am, her cousins Brinda and Sibu came to the station to receive us. While Sindhu went to her house with Brinda, Sibu helped me to check in to the lodge nearby and he too left saying “lets meet at 11 Amit- bye “.

In the lodge after drinking the typical Kerala chai, I was admiring the coconut trees through the windows, the lodge boys in lungis speaking sweet mallu language. I continued my sleep in the lodge , at around 11:30 am Sibu came and woke me up and told that Sindhu and Brinda are waiting in the car and ready to go to Valachaaru scenic water falls 80 KM from Irunjalaguda. I woke up and got ready in 20 minutes like a fast-forward cartoon character.

Sibu drove the car and I sat next to him in the front while Sindu and Brinda sat behind. I badly wanted to sit next to Sindhu. I suddenly had a plan – my presence of mind did help “I tend to sleep while travelling, I think it’s not safe for the driver” I said,. Brinda gave a smile and suggested we both could swap the seats; my plan worked and got to sit next to Sindhu. It was a sticky weather, I was sweating in spite of the A/c in the car”. It was a beautiful drive though. Every 15 minutes; we got to see the beautiful backwaters, thick plantation of coconut trees. I slowly asked Sindhu “So what did you tell your family”
We told the truth that we are going to vazachaar , “Did you tell the truth that I was also accompanying” . She was mum for a while and replied “no it was just that we did not tell that you are also accompanying but we did not tell any lie”
“Hiding a truth is also a lie” I argued. Her face shrunk. I cursed myself to spoil her mood in such a wonderful place.
We reached the place in no time; probably I was enjoying the site seeing that I was unable to track the time. All 4 got down and marched towards the Falls, the place was so beautiful, full of trees after which an open space with a beautiful lawn and that led to a big water fall . Suddenly as if somebody switched the weather to a romantic mode, it became cloudy, as we were approaching the falls it started drizzling. I went to Sindhu and said “this dress looks good on you”

“Did you bring lunch” I tried to build a conversation
“Ho good what’s in it, I am very hungry I didn’t even have my breakfast”
“Coconut rice, curd rice”
“Can we eat now?”
“Your wish”
Her few word answers reflected the mood, I was unable to get out of that mood till I caught her hand and kissed all of a sudden. I didn’t know how I got the guts to do so, probably nobody around, romantic weather, and the slush sound of water falls.
She screamed slowly and asked me” what are you doing, Brinda and Sibu are just few feet away – what if they had turned and seen us”
“So she is bothered about their presence and not about my kiss” I spoke to myself
‘Sorry Sindhu somehow I felt like kissing you.”.
First, you please eat, I never thought you will behave so differently when you are hungry.
She opened the box and gave me the food while Brinda and Sibu walked to have a close look of the falls.
I then learnt from Sindhu that Sibu is Brinda’s boyfriend and not her cousin. I ate as if there is no tomorrow and Sindhu patiently served me the food in the plastic plate that they brought.
“I am sorry Sindhu”
“For what “ she asked
“Hmm for what I did few minutes ago”
“Ha – good that you didn’t bite me, you could have told me when we started itself, that you were hungry, I could have given you the food in the car“ she said.
After I finished my brunch, we both walked towards the falls and the rain started pouring heavily, it was a very open landscape and Sindhu likes getting drenched in the rain. I had to literally pull her to take shelter under the trees which were 1 KM from where we were.
By the time we reached, we both were completely drenched; I had shorts in my bag. so I changed to it,. While the rain stopped and sun was slightly peeping. She took her dupata and dried my hair and hers as well.
We sat down on the lawn, this time again I was so tempted and I pulled her hand and placed on my hand and cleaned her palm and look at it for a long while, Sindhu came closer and I kept on brushing and staring at her palm, after few minutes she asked – “so how many years will I live ? Will I have one or 2 kids? “
“I am happy only with 1 I said “
“What? – hello I am asking about myself” she said
“Who said I know palm reading, I liked your hand; was enjoying the softness” I said – She immediately pulled back her hand and said “ how many girls hand have you pulled like this to flirt ?” she asked.

“ Hmm Many – but not one had hand like yours” I said
“Ahahahaaaa – so to how many people you have told this dialogue “ she asked
“ only one and that’s you” I said
“She looked at me so deep at my eyes”
Brinda and Sibu came and interrupted our love scene. They all had their share of food while I was munching the banana chips.
At around 4:30 we left the place and I got dropped at 6 o clock at the lodge. I watched the Nat west series India England match in the night and slept in the lodge after having a long chat with Sindhu over mobile.” hello it’s roaming for both of us, lets cut it “
“ Why can’t you call from landline to my room number I asked – Ho no we don’t have cordless and appa is watching cricket match in the living room, I cant talk.”
That’s ok why can’t you call me at my lodge # and ask them to connect to my room at least I will be benefited right. No I don’t trust these lodge folks, they may overhear our chat.
“Hey what’s the plan tomorrow” I asked
“Tomorrow only Brinda and I will come at 2:00 PM”
“2PM what will I do till then, BTW why are you bringing Brinda” I asked
“Brinda is the trump card, I cant tell I am going alone, they will suspect, you can explore our sweet place till 2 PM” Parents will not like me going out when I come home visiting, today also I got scolding, but I told its Brinda’s treat for her B’day tomorrow”
Ho When is Brinda’s Bday –
Last month – ok CU good night , sweet dreams and *#@^ bye
Hello what did you say…?
“Nothing ...Bye”