Variety is the spice of life

One liner to begin a book review - Read the book wrapper! Second liner to continue - book padikarapo wrapper cover OZHUNGA padikavum (self note) at least author perai muzhusaga padikavum!!! After reading " The Widow" as a Jeffrey Archer novel and sharing a post about it as a Jeffrey Archer novel, i wanted to pick a different book by Archer to see if it was "any better" than "The Widow". En nalla neram, John Grisham en bloglaam padikrathilla. Or atleast any of his millions of followers. Illati court case aagi asingapatruka vendi irukum. Avvvv...oray the puppy shame moment. Enda unaku John Grishamkum Jeffrey Archerukumay difference therilaye neelaam book review podalamanu kekarathu nalla theriuthu. Irunthalum..yet another "hehe" momentnu thodachutu poga vendiyathay. How i ended up finding this is a thing in itself. When i was checking for the chronology of publication to "evaluate" (mmkum) if Archer wrote "The widow" before or a...

PK Dash.  As a name it may not send shivers down the spine. But the situations and issues it lead to really did made some people, not just shiver but literally got themselves hurt laughing. The day of onboarding: PKD: “Hey team..i’ven’t received my credentials” Recruiter: ”Did you submit all your forms?” PKD:”Yes I did. If you want I can resend them” Rec:”That would be great. Let me check in parallel on the status of your cred creation” Recruiter to IT (over call)  Rec:”Can you check why PK Dash doesn’t have his credentials yet” IT: “PK what?” Rec: “Dash” IT: “We can’t have special characters in name field” Rec: “Pls raise it with concerned team and resolve this system issue. The employee should get his mail id by today EOD” IT: “Connect me with the employee. Will talk with him” IT to PKD IT: “ Hi, we are IT. is it PKD?” PKD:”Yes” IT: “Can you let me know your full name with right spelling” PKD:” It is P as in PK, K as in alphabet after J and Dash” IT: “what is on the dash” PK...

Sometime back we got a call from one of our close relatives. Mom took the call and the person on the other side rambled on and on for over an hour. After the call mom was literally dazed and mentally felt very tired. The context of the call was pretty common, considering our present day society. The person who called, has both their sons in America. One is married and has just been blessed with a kid and for the other is fast approaching the expiry date of being an eligible bachlor. The family in India comprises of dad, mom and a bedridden grandma. The immediate parents of the onsite kids wants to stay in US of A till their elder son settles with the newborn and parallely check for brides for the younger one. A noble and quite normal intention nevertheless. But, the ailing granma is the roadblock here, for she can neither travel nor is fit enough to be left in India under anyones care. Her situation has reached a stage where in anyday could be her last. While the son with newborn...

This is not your typical "I am US return I hate every thing in India" kind of post. Even before also my opinion on our traffic system is not that great. But now that I've a reference to compare it makes it more pathetic. When me and my roomie went for driving classes the first thing that stuck us was the road signs. There were like zillions of them. And also the lane system and the notifications marked on the road. Since neither of us had driven car in India and most of our journeys were either via office cab or by public transport never had that close to the road kind of experience. We were always wondering how the signs would be on our roads in India and it would often lead to arguments. I used to feel that most of our roads never had any lane system and since they are narrow to begin with doesn't make sense to partition them into halves too. He always used to insist that, even if we do have lanes people never used to stick to their sides and would often spill out. ...

Gils: "Amma..ennama ithana neramaa coffee sooda iruku. Aaravay maatenguthu" Mom: "Athu "SUN" rise coffeeda..lesula aarathu" Gils: avvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv....