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I think somebody want to go home early on this pooja Holidays. His Manager might not approved his leave or so. What will he do? He called up on to HP office and placed an 'info' : "somebody planted a bomb at HP building, Bagmane tech park, Bangalore".

Now security official are leading the original fire 'drill'. Many people left their precious car in the parking slot and ran away for their life. Many drive out with their vehicle and created a long traffic Jam in the Lake Side road. (it may lead to block the fire force)

when I came out of the office building with my bike I saw all chicks in the building setting their eyes on our building to see a original bomb blast. I felt like a gate picketing during my college days.

Now I am safely blogging at my home. Not at all sure whether our building actually blasted or not. However my office phone is working and remote login to my desktop is also working. (FYI I am not working for HP and I am not going to my home town tonight)

Part I : Life is like that !!!

Take a closer look at my criteria to choose my wife.

Long Hair: Like all men I like all women with long hair. At my teenage, I set my eyes on the girls who have long hair reaches their knee. But unfortunately I couldn't find many. In fact, their number can be counted in my finger. In my Graduation Days, I reduced my expectation. What about the hair touching their buttocks? Still I found difficult to see such a Girl. ehh... Today's girls are lazy to maintain their beautiful hair. Then I became Normal. Set my mind to accept a girl with short hair that reaches the half of their backbone. At the end I married a Girl whose hair hardly touches her shoulder ;-)

Computer Graduate: While I completed my graduation in Computer Science, I can not even think about a lady other than computer stream. She may not be able to adjust with a junk software engineer. It is a normal expectation, right? B.Tech in CS or MCA or even BSc Computer science were seemed okke to me. But… I married a Civil graduate who has a very less interest in Computer Science and Software Engineers !!!

Sacred Heart School: In my school days, I happened to visit Sacred Heart School for a competition and impressed by the beauty of school and of course the chicks walking around. And I scared even to dream BIG to marry such a girl. My wife is a product of same school and I walked into St Mary's college, Thrissur along with my wife to visit her old teachers. Hence fulfilled the dream of St.Thomas' College alumni.

Specs: I have no problem to marry a girl with specs. But my father doesn't like specs. He never ever showed such a girl's photo to me. My wife wears specs all the time. She purposefully wore specs in her proposal photo though her father didn't allow her to wear the same @ marriage.

Virtually Rejected: What is that ?
4 years (flash) back… My cousin was in his search for a life partner. He got a proposal from Thrissur and my father got assigned to get more details about the girl's family. It was very easy for him to collect the data. The report about the family was A++ . Whenever my father says good things about a family I become curious to know more ;-) Who else in the family... and what they are doing etc ... My brain was particularly looking for the details of their daughters (around 4-6 years younger to me). Yup… as I expected this proposed girl has two younger sisters. One is exactly 4 years younger to me and other one was 8 years younger.
"So father what is her 'younger' sister doing ?" - I inquired.
"She is studying @ GECT, I guess Civil" - He seemed to be less interested.

ohh Civil !! It didn't take me a sec to reject her in my mind.

And yeah... I married the SAME GIRL now :-)

Ha ha... My life is like that !

തലവര :-)

Contd…

"കേരളം ഒരു ഭ്രാന്താലയം" എന്നു മുന്‍പേ മനസിലാക്കിയ സ്വാമി വിവേകാനന്ദന്‍ വളരെ വലിയ ഒരു ദീര്‍ഘദര്‍ശി തന്നെ.

നാറാണത്തു ഭ്രന്തനോ... മുഴുവന്‍ കേരള ജനതതേയും പ്രതിനിധാനം ചെയ്യുന്നു. "വാട്ട് കേന്‍ ഐ ഡു ഫോര്‍ യു" എന്നു പറഞ്ഞു ദേവി എന്തിനും തയ്യാറായി വന്നപ്പോള്‍ ആ ഭ്രാന്തന്‍ മൊഴിഞ്ഞു... വലത്തേ കാലിലെ മന്തുരോഗം ഇടത്തേ കാലിലേക്കു മാറ്റാന്‍ !! എന്നിട്ടു മൃദുവായി ഒന്നു പുഞ്ചിരിച്ചുപോലും... തനി പൊട്ടന്‍ തന്നെ!!!

നമ്മളും അതു തന്നെയല്ലേ ചെയ്യുന്നതു! എല്ലാ അഞ്ചു വര്‍ഷത്തിലും നമുക്ക് ഒരു വരം കിട്ടും ... വോട്ട് ചെയ്യാന്‍ ... അപ്പോള്‍ നമ്മള്‍ നാറാണത്തു ഭ്രന്തനെ പോലെ മഹത്തായി ചിന്തിക്കും... എന്നിട്ടു പൊട്ടിപ്പൊട്ടി ചിരിക്കും. എന്നിട്ടു ഇപ്പോള്‍ വലത്താണു ഭരിക്കുന്നതെങ്കില്‍ ഇടത്തിനും അല്ലെങ്കില്‍ മറിച്ചും കുത്തി, പഴയ മാറാപ്പും ദുരിതങ്ങളും തുടര്‍ന്നും പേറി ജീവിതം ഹാപ്പിയായി കൊണ്ടുപോകുന്നു !!!

ഈ തരം പാമ്പുകടിച്ചാല്‍ ഒരു പ്രത്യേകതയുണ്ടു്... കടിയേറ്റ ഭാഗം തടിച്ച് വീര്‍ക്കും. കുറച്ചുനാളുകഴിയുമ്പോള്‍ ആ ഭാഗം പൂര്‍വ്വസ്ഥിതിയിലാകും. പക്ഷേ... എല്ലാ വര്‍ഷത്തിലും ഇതേ സമയത്ത് കടിയേറ്റ സ്ഥലത്ത് പിന്നെയും തടിച്ചു പൊങ്ങും. കുറച്ചു നാളു കഴിയുമ്പോള്‍ അതു പഴയപടിയാകും. ഇതു ഇങ്ങനെ മരണം വരെ നീണ്ടു പോകും.

offnote:
സ്വാശ്രയ കോളേജു പ്രശ്നം തത്കാലം കെട്ടടങ്ങിയിരിക്കുന്നു... karanataka യിലുള്ള seat allocation കഴിഞ്ഞു കാണും ! ഇനി അടുത്ത കൊല്ലം ഇതേ സമയം ഇതേ സ്ഥലത്തു ഇതു വീണ്ടും പ്രത്യക്ഷ പെടുന്നതാണ്... കാത്തിരിക്കുക.

I am not getting any mood to write blogs. whenever I gets sometime, I spent it on this നിഘണ്ടു (Malayalam dictionary). I don't know much about HTML, Javascipt, PHP etc. But this dictionary is all about these languages. Need pretty a lot of efforts on searching Google 'God' and get the tutorial, Cut/Paste and Test. Besides that whenever my wife see me on laptop, she says... mar ja (hindi). she extends her angry against all computer engineers... "computer sicks"... they can live without food, water, and electricity(!!!). At the end she adds..."Do you want some coffee or tea my dear?" :-)

Another motivation is to spent time on this extra tedious works is the "counters". It shows 600+ users in less than one month, in search for 1240+ words. Among those 600, 70+ users found this online site using Google. They badly want the meaning of some Malayalam words.

Apart from this, this dictionary was my dream before 6 years itself. And I am very happy to see that it is reaching to its final format. And some people are keen to see its performance. Thanks to all who supported me through their helpful hand and motivated me though their kind words directly and indirectly.

Offnote:
I hope that I can release its completed version within two weeks.
Umm, I have to send my wife her home for two weeks. (എല്ലാ വിജയത്തിന്റെ പിന്നിലും ഒരു സ്ത്രീയുണ്ടാകും മോനേ ദിനേശാ...)

Let me begin with my trysts with the competitive exams: Kerala Engineering Entrance exam. It was outright rejection on the first attempt itself. (With the rank I managed to grab, I was only eligible for Production Engineering, that too somewhere in North India. The situations forced me to spend one year at my home town, Thrissur. Dedicated to studies, sports, movies and a few social activities (mainly renovation of our local library).

That was a wonderful year!

There was light at end of the tunnel. I successfully got through the exam and managed a CSE seat in our great GECT. When I turn back, the year 1996-97 was unforgettable.

As I’ve written many times before, I’ve struggled a lot to get a good job. I have been rejected by many interviewers. I lived with a broken heart through those times. Two years… jobless in Thrissur…But, I’ve enjoyed these years too, I would say :-) Finally I landed with a job in an Chennai MNC. Again, prior to my date of joining I was invited by two more companies, that too with better offers. Anyway, I didn’t bother much to reject their offers.

Where were they for those two struggling years?

I grew up! Destiny has chosen me to wear an interviewer’s hat too; Interviewed – 12; Selected - 2; Rejected - 10.

Further grew up. Started thinking about my marriage. To reduce my parent’s burden, I thought of helping them out. Ha… here is one... In my company itself. Looks pretty, with an innocent look. I wrote a letter to her. What about a chit-chat? She declined my offer politely… “Hmm... I’m not interested and do not misunderstand me”. Ok.

I had to seek my parents’ help. Tick tick tick… here comes one. A typical Thrissurian. + She looks very innocent and polite. She said… OK… lets go hand-in-hand, shoulder-to-shoulder. Wow… It took me more than 3 years to find a job. but in less than 3 months, I found my girl. Cool... isn't it?

Every thing is settled now. Here comes a letter from a girl: “May I occupy the vacancy of your better half, if available?” And she puts forward very simple, logical conditions to live with her. She also looks pretty, simple and straight forward.

Really… I was shocked. First time a lady took an initiative, and found that I am a good human being to live with :-)... But she was too late. Searched for the mail I have received from my old crush who rejected me, made some changes, added “where were you two months back?” and send it to this lady.

The End.(ശുഭം)

My life is always like th... whenever I search for something; it will go away from me. But will come to me some later time, may be with a lot better add-ons.

"Delayed Response is not Denied Response"

Contd…

If I were there, I could be part of the winning combination again. Congrats to Bijoy, Raveesh, Bibin, Greeshma, Lookose and Team! Theme... 60 years of Independence, HCL's Transformer initiative. The team was successful to merge both theme to a kathakali face.

Link to my last Onam @ CODC3.

A thought by Ashwin :The 50th Pillion

In short: Share your vehicle space to others. Or do not use 4 seater car for singleton use.If possible, use company transportation.

A Chennai solution

Divider all over the road+ Traffic police + Good automated signal system.

A Singapore Style solution:

Private Car tax : 250%.
And they provide luxury buses(plenty of them).

Tail: If Tata's 1 lakh car hit on road...?!!!

Just a few words about this മലയാളം നിഘണ്ടു.

You may type Manglish patterns to search for the meaning. Please make use of Manglish Keyboard provided in the site.

"Find meaning" to get the meaning of Malalayam words you typed.
"Count" button is for counting the number of letters starting by what you typed.

Offnote: it was my dream 6 years back to build a dictionary.

...a Malayalam Malayalam English Dictionary on Thiruvonam.

Kid is famous for his policies/arguments in his big family.

It was a summer vacation. Kid and his cousin was playing പാമ്പും കോണിയും (Snake and ladder game) in the hall. As usual Kid's Grandfather took his umbrella and was ready to leave home for opening his shop. He asked Kid's cousin to close/lock the front door after he leave. So obedient cousin stood up and started walking to door behind Grandfather.

Kid was disturbed between the game and shouted towards the cousin: "നില്‍ക്കടാ അവിടെ (Stop)", he continued, "Why should you obey your grandfather".

All aunts, uncles, cousins present in the hall were stunned ! How dare the Kid to shout these nonsense.

Kid made his stand clear, "Did our grandfather ever obeyed our words?!!"

A smile appeared in his grandfather's face. and also awarded a "coffee-byte" while he returned from his shop.

On that morning Kid & his whole family were very happy. 'Kid's Uncle got a job in a Bank!' Kid and his cousins forced their uncle for a treat. How could he reject his nephews' wish? But he was in trouble because he had no pocket money. He had just got his first job. No custom of pocket money existed at that time in the whole family.

However he had a collection of coins in his kudukka. He saved his money by several means.

Daily source: By walking 3-5KM every day he saved 5 paise bus charge (That was the student concession at that time). 5 + 5 =10 paise per day (up and down journey)

Deputation source: Grand father had a general store. Once in a while he used to sent his younger one there on the pay of one Masala Dosa plus tea. So it was a chance to save precious 50 paise by avoiding tea. He could also save 2 Rs by avoiding Masala Dosa. 'But some people live for food'.

Application Form Source: Had sent many applications for Job. Some applications never reached it's destination point.(saved 1 Re each)

So he packed all his scheduled 6 nephews + unscheduled 3 younger cousins to Hotel Bharat for his grand treat. Kid and gang lavishly ordered Masala Dosa, Vada etc. When Kids were going on ordering something, uncle was calculating the remaining money in his pocket. At one moment he realized that he had no more money for the tea or coffee for all. Kids were fastly approaching the finishing point of Dosa.

So he arose. Before Kids think about tea, he said "No money for Tea yaar". He continued, "while waiter ask for tea/coffee just say you don't need". and understandable Kids agreed with his suggestion.

After a while waiter came and inquired about beverages.
Uncle started asking one by one...
"Gince, do you want coffee ?... no!",
"Joe, do you want coffee ?... no!"
...
All Kids said 'NO'.

Then comes the million dollar order from Kid's Uncle !
"well .. coffee for (other) 4!"

System seemed to be alone. (Genesis 2:18)
System has got bored.
So System started a blog named YaSJ.

System has a few wishes...
System drove 640KM up-n-down.
System has a plan to trek Himalaya!

So System Developers (His parents) got worried.
They suspected that System had gone mad.
They decided to install an OS to control the system.

One fine day (June 10, 12:05 Noon) they installed a lovely OS to the system.

People say that the OS act as a utility program initially!
Later it upgrades itself as a powerful Operating System.

Anyway, the system wakes up with a bootstrap coffee (1) every morning :-)
This OS (at least for now) shows great patience to get along with this semi hot-tempered system.
OS puts a significant effort to make system's environment clean and tidy.
On the other hand, system tries in its best way to live in a kitten's basket!

This OS particularly dislikes Samson while growling at 50KMPH or more. System often gets a shoulder press to reduce the speed.

OS developers gifted a few gold collection at the time of installation; hence this OS showing no particular interest in Gold now!

System suspects that OS has got bored of System's PJs.

System developers are eagerly waiting for the System to make an [il] legal pointer access that brings up an OS seg-fault; Yeah System is ready to wait 9 months to get a core-dump ;-)

Dedicated to all dirty minds!

Foot-note:

(1) Feel free to use Coffee and Kiss interchangeably.

What will a sixth std kid does, if he gets a 10Rs as pocket money? Many choices! Sometimes it might be buying a few ice-sticks;a grand treat to his friends. And enjoy walking down the street, near to paddy field, watching the kotti(heron) flying, crossing the railway track- lovely old days of no worries!

One particular fine evening of a summer vacation(summer of 89), this particular KID happened to cross the railway track nearby along with his friends. Suddenly a dirty idea came into his mind.

"Why can't we put a trap for the next train? and make it skid!!"-KID
"Are you mad... 100s of people might loose their life?"- one objected
"No man.. it will be nice to watch a train skid; it would be a lovely show in our entire life. Nobody is going die" - one supporter.
"Will it skid down on us"- an afraid voice.
"Are we fool to stay near the railway track to allow train fall on us?" - KID

"Ok... what kind of trap we are going to set?"- a thrilled voice.
"Did you see that banana peels?" - Kid
"Yes... are you going to put that one on the railway track?" - a surprised voice.
"it must be a sexy idea" - big applauds.

All kids agreed and thrilled to see a train fall.

Plan A:
- one kid should watch the surroundings, and signal if railway watch man or somebody appears in the scene.
- one should go near to railway track and set the 'trap'
- one must watch the arrival of train.

Plan B: if somebody comes, run through the small street after that signal post.

Plan C: if anybody get caught, don't reveal rest of the gang.

What a well planned mission. Kids themselves feel that they are James Bond!

KID set the trap and returned successfully.

Everybody was eagerly waiting for next train. after 15 minutes, everybody's patience lost and decided to return. Everybody were sure about next day news paper title: "Train skidded near Thrissur Railway station; found a banana peel in the track".

While returning back home, a black ambassador stop near kids.

It was the family of one kid in the gang. They are going to railway station to pick kid's uncle.

"Eda... My uncle... my uncle... he is coming... coming in the...", his voice broke. Tears broke into cheeks! His family has no idea about why he was crying. They thought it was the tears with joy and anxiety to see his uncle.

The moment the car left, KID and gang fly towards the railway track to remove the banana peels. Luckily no train came till then. Everybody was happy! they saved the life of their friend's uncle.

While returning with joy, one kid said: "We must try it on a Goods Train".

Do you ever remember your practice matches? We do remember one of our practice session.

A word about my local cricket team, ppcc (PattaParanmbu Cricket Club). Being a very small team we never won a title. but don't underestimate us. We were a regular visitors to semi finals. Once organizers recognized us as the best(fighting) team in the tournament (which was not a scheduled award). Major teams nearly smelled the taste of mud while playing with us, several times !!

We have no star batsman...naa bowler. average age of the team :17. no giant figures. Still we won matches !!! How!!! We play offside well :-) none of our opponents aware about this fact. They keep on bowling offside. we enjoyed it well. Who will dare to bowl leg side if the batsman confidently fencing even offside balls.

May be we have got courage or you may say winning equation from this particular practice session.

Our home ground is pretty small, so that we could play only one side. Yeah...we choose to master offside. On a fine evening, Varghese-our manager cum player, brought a new bat !!! wov...but it was a bit heavy one compare to our normal playing bat.

We started a 10 over game with 6 member team on either side. We won the toss and elected to bat without a second thought. Of-course ..new bat... new start :-)

First ball, the batsman couldn’t move his bat. I was on the non-strikers end and wonder why ?? the ball was not so fast. Second ball kissed the bails off !!! 0 for 1 (0.2 overs)
Third ball takes the middle stump :-( 0 for 2 (0.3 overs). Here comes our best batsman cum captain with determination not to donate his wicket for a hat trick. 4th ball, beats the bat but luckily missed the stump. I was wondering, what happen to Danex, our captain. It is not easy to beat him. He looked at his bat unbelievably, twisted the bat once, took his guard and practice a bat movement for the previous ball. 5 th ball, he had tried to cut it to the square, but ball came into rest on keepers gloves. 6th ball, pickets his off stumps !!! ohh man. Now we are in trouble. 0 for 3 (1 over)

Now it was my turn; exchanged my old bat to new; draw an imaginary half-circle on my front; ready to play front foot. A kind of defensive mode ! Danex gave me a warning to study the bat. Yeah..it is heavy ! but is it that much to worry about ? I didn’t get what he was said.

First ball, felt like a lollipop, decide to cut it to the fence. But … beaten !! haa ..why more to explain, on the third ball, I was caught behind :-( There is ghost in the bat !!! we couldn’t turn the bat when we require it. Score board: 0 for 4 (1.3 overs). 4th ball, haa Josmy arrested the ball by his bat. And he rose his bat and waved like he got a century ! A huge clap from the pavilion. He was the first batsman among us who at least touched the ball ;-) 5 th ball, he was caught and bowled by Anoop. Score board: 0 for 5 (1.5 overs). Hence score board was zero, opponent allowed to bat our lastman on his demand. Yeah..he want to face the ghost in the bat ;-). 6th ball, he smash the ball with full confident. All are searching the ball on boundary line. But keeper happily showed his inner glove. It seems ball was laughing at us. Last man also couldn’t live more than a ball. Scoreboard: 0 for 6 (2.1 overs).

We were too ashamed of ourselves; no team ever all-duck on this ground. We have got a new record. We know…just one single is enough to finish the game. Or at least a wide will kill us as well. But Danex’ captain-mind arose like a phoenix bird.

If the ghost is there in the bat, it will be still there !!! If we were all-duck, we can kick them all out for same score. This is our ground !!! May be we can not win… but we can make a tie !! fight !!!

Yeah.. he is correct. Why can’t we try for a tie. If one worse thing happens to us, why can’t we give the same fate back. Danex toss the ball towards me. Me !! first over? I was doubtful. He whispered – “No wide”.

He set two slip fielders, assign himself for close fielding, and one near to the bowler's end. No boundary line, no gully !!! All set … Batsman stretch his body in an outside half-circle and hold his bat horizontally; kind of warning to Danex that he is going to smash the ball… a kind of silence spread over the field. Everybody can hear the beats of their heart. Tick tick tick… I looked at my captain… He shout in an aggressive sound “Off cutter buddy”, it was just to threaten the batsman.

That moment I started the lineup and as he shouted …an off cutter.!! Within a split second, batsman smash the ball; but it just kissed the bat and a great catch by Josmy, our safehands. Then everything else was history in our home ground.
Second ball, pickes the leg stump, 5th ball... an off stump, 6th ball a plum return catch. Score board : 0 for 4 (1 over)

Next over: Danex took the ball, assigned Josmy to close fielding, 2nd slip moved to 1st slip, me on gully and the fielder nearer to bowler's end moved to square boundary. Nobody questioned him why he require a gully and a square boundary. His first ball picked an off stump, second ball to the close fielder. That was a terrific catch too.

Score board 0-0. An unbelievable tie!! All duck !! unforgettable innings.

End of the story: we never use this bat again for our tournaments, but we used to master the off cuts using the very same bat. Yeah…it was equivalent to face a terrific off-cutter.

And I would say Rahul Dravid has a lot of things to learn from local team captain. He should learn how to inspire his team members, how to adapt into the situation, and how to inject confidence and fighting mood to the bowler.

...My body is getting old :-(


"AGE is an issue of MIND over MATTER.
If you don't MIND! It doesn't MATTER." - Aaro oraal.

No black-dye; No hair colouring; this is what I am !

This evening, while I was walking towards my "cube" [at office], I saw a 6 feet tall "white" guy carrying a laptop with him. With in a split second he said "Hi" and continued walking on his way.

He doesn’t know me or vice-versa! He may be a visitor or may be a client or may be CEO of the company or just a ordinary employee like me. He is an American [say] and I am an Indian… he is white, I am black… But nothing stopped him to say a "Hi" to me with a very warm, pleasant smile. One can not resist himself from saying a "hi" back. I feel very happy. My heart filled with a lot of joy and got energized for continuing work!

Moving forward I saw a mallu. I knew that he is a mallu, I guess that he also knew about my "mallu" blood too! So I thought to implement this "Hi" technique to make him pleasant. But he may not want that HI. He just moved his face to another direction and walked away.

haa... what a complex people we are !!

We want to live at Los Angeles… want to get salary like him… keen to wear Coat, tie and shoe like him… want to imitate whatever he says/does.

When we will follow him in his attitude towards fellow colleagues… attitude towards work… attitude towards nation… attitude towards life?!

How to identify a person? Finger Print ?!! (widely using by Police department to recognize people in a quickest way!!)

We have a better mechanism too... DNA test!!! (An absolute, unique test to identify a person.)

Question is... when a person gets these identities?

Finger print acquires by foetus baby in 10 days !! ( that means before a mother knew that she is carrying...imagine). DNA... Just in a day !! (still faster, haa). yeah a new, unique human being is growing up with all necessary identity on its mother's womb!!!

How many such Human Beings are getting killed every day? 1,26,000 !!

Who is killing them? Brutally!! Their Mother (or who else)? If a mother fails to love her child...?!! we are in a dirty world of selfishness. Money, comfort, social status... FUC/<

How many dead during Tsunami on Dec 26,2004 ? 1,69,752 (Just a few more!!!)

Haa we are facing a silent tsunami every day !!! Do you want to be a part of it?

yeah..I got what (some of) you are thinking about? population?

If you are so much worried about it, I am afraid that you will be killing yourself to reduce the population (one less !! ain't it good?)

Value the human life...and save next generation Abraham Lincoln or Beethovan !

Author believe that with out C programming language he can not live. Fact is that he didn't complete(even started) any great work in the same. hence he himself called YaSJ. Now his parents is in a search for a partner for him.

The problem is... how to kick start a talk with that girl.

After a round of discussion, 'budda dakkal' (TCR version for old people, means parents!!!), might ask 'YaSJ': "We guess you have something to ask/talk to the girl, havn't you?"

Reply:"Yes ofcourse" (a bit worried YaSJ)

What should I ask?

what about a 'viatnam colony' style "entha peru"(what is your name?).
or what about "Shobha, Shobhayude perenthaaa?!! (Shobha, what is your name?)
No no ..it is all old fashion.

Anyway made sure in mind that I will never ask "evidaa veedu"(where is your home?) standing right inside her home.

So decided to chat with my cousin. Here it goes.

Cousin: "nee oru thamaasha paranju thudangu... "Hotel aanennu karuthi oru vridhan..." ormayille?
Reply: "Done"

Cousin: "college-il line undaayirunno ennu chodhikkedaa.."
Reply: "undayirunnu ennu paranju kettu enthinaa veruthe alle!!!"
Cousin: "Yaa yaa"

Reply: "entrayaa mark ennu enthayaalum chodikkilla"
Cousin: "ayyo thirichu chodicha nee kudungum"
Reply: "athaa... pinne serious ayyi enthenkilum chodikkano?
njan bhayankara serious aannennu chumma thonnikotte"

Cousin: "pinne randu C/C++ questions chodhikkeda... vivaram undo ennariyande?
Reply: "there you are...I have prepared one, very good question"

here it goes

"How to reverse a string in place?"

His long innings proves that He is the King.

A glance through his test cricket career...

Quadruple - 1 (400) to quash Matthew hayden's 380
Triple - 2
Double - 8
Century - Whenever team in need - 19

World Record for the most runs in an over 4,6,6,4,4,4 vs Robin Peterson of South Africa.

IMO he is technically perfect than Sachin (God of Indian Cricket!!!); since no one could get him in a similar ball.

Bangalore !!Famous for gorgeous girls. Nowadays I am not even bothering to visit MG Road or Brigade Road for “Chick hunting”.They are right in front of me, in flocks. In the company, near my apartment, they are everywhere :-)

I have noticed those 3 cute girls walking down the lane near to CV Raman Nagar; they talk like dolls. Do the dolls ever talk? I don't know.On the other day, I found them near BEML gate, carrying a bag on their shoulders…they looked like school girls. Is there any school near by?

The way they enjoy their walk reminded me of my “good old” school days. No tension about anything… Just take the school bag, ping my friends on the way to school, form a group, talk about whatever we like, pour comments on the girls walking to Infant Jesus Girls (only) High School. Those were “fun packed” life.

Does this girl belong to any college or something? Oh… who cares? Yesterday, I met one of them in my company itself. Wow... she is not a college girl. “Charmmam kandal praayam thonnilla. Santoor aaryirikkum upayogikkunnathu”.

Other thing I noticed about her is that the way she ogles at men. And she is a half-mallu too!!!. I appreciate her interest in morning walk to company...around 3KM ..may be more. Among those techies who are lazy to walk, she is an exception. Nice girl.

The story doesn’t end here. Mallu girls might be a centre of attraction everywhere! While sipping an orange juice on the terrace, we (a gang of mallu guys) saw her walking near to the Bagmane lake! Then one guy, he is a “Polymath” (Walking encyclopedia) described about her day-to-day schedule. Lunch at Punjabi dhabha or cafeteria, evening walks to the lake with some boys and chat-items on their money. So, I’ve added her "morning walk" to update his database.

The most surprising info about her (for me) was that she is an intern in our company. Just a final year UG student of some college. $H!T... I overestimated the magic of Santoor soap :-)

Minal Panchal' scrapbook.

30,000+ scraps says samething "God bless", and it is ticking on every millisecond !!

Got this link from Jo

An Indian student of the university who was caught in the shooting is missing, according to inputs from the student community in Virginia’s largest university... More>>

The best part I am enjoying in Bangalore is Football only. Once, I was a proud player of Red FC in Chennai. Here, only the name has changed…Jun FC. The passion, aggression and enthusiasm remain the same. We play twice a week on a semi grass ground.

Today, when we reached the ground we saw a bunch of teenagers occupied half of the ground. They impressed us quickly…hmm... they play pretty well. Since we didn’t have enough players to form two teams, we made a proposal for a match with those teenagers.

"Ok Uncles we are ready", they all were game for a match. Ha ha ha. they reminded us of the fact that we are getting old! They were right in one way. We are a bunch of 7 guys with an average age of 27. And, they all were around 15 years old.

Playing with a group of teenagers of same enthusiasm and unlimited energy was not so easy. They have proved it. After 15 minutes the ball possession was 15%- 85%. They rushed to our goal post regularly with their entire team (leaving the Goalkeeper) and in the same pace they returned to their posts as the ball moved.

They might have found it difficult with our heavy bodies so, they couldn’t charge us anyway. They were helpless with their 45Kg weight against our 80-100Kg and with considerably strong build. Yeah… We could control 6 of them but, other two were very fast. Moving like a rocket...running like a bull... changing the direction like a rabbit.

They really made us feel that we are getting old. Though we managed to tie the scoreboard with 3-3, their game was wonderful.

The next week, we faced them again. This time, we showed them what is the meaning of maturity and experience is. We were sure that we can not beat them in the speed. So we played with a good game plan. We wore the jersey of Argentina. Quick Short Passes!!! We frustrated them a lot with this trick. We raid their goal post through out the game. 12 shots to the target, Converted two of them. Again a tie with 2-2. but this time we stand with our head straight :)

This is about 3 kisses. While going through Jesus’ life we can see that he had accepted 3 types of kisses.

One was an obvious thing, kiss from his mother!
Second one from Judas Iscariot!
Third one from Mary Magdalene!

All these kisses are different from one another. You can not kiss Jesus like his mother did. Christians never dream to kiss Jesus’ like Judas. All that we can do is a kiss like Magdalane! To seek forgiveness! To say Sorry ! To get permission to follow Him!

Why should Judas betray Jesus with a Kiss?

My father is a great teacher of mine. In his point of view…

“Jews [priests] afraid to catch Jesus on day time, while Jesus’ followers are with him.So they planned to catch him on night.”

“So why Judas? Why can’t Priests go ahead and catch him?”, Always I am an interrupter ! (thokkil keri vedi vekkuka ennu parayum !!)

“Jesus is a typical Jew…with mustache and beard... even he might looks like Peter or Andrew. Jews wears a scarf. So it is not so easy to identify Jesus among his disciples at night. So Priests want a man who knows Jesus well.”

“Why kiss then” – A genuine doubt right?

“Yeah… it is a very good code, isn’t it? If Judas points out Jesus with his finger, do you think that other disciples would leave him with out trouble. While kissing Jesus, other disciples never get a clue about a betrayal”

“He has many disciples…why Judas?”, I want to just confuse my father.

On a lazy Saturday evening at TCR, I thought of roaming around with David (Yamaha CruxR). No reason to ride upto Town Hall and take a 'U turn' !! as soon as I reached the swapna theater junction, someone aroused my college memories. He walks like my pre-degree friend. yeah..same height, same gait. but his hair is more brown now?!!!. But his face is not visible at that angle. Is it him?

ohh may be somebody else. why should I get into a situation of making a mistake. what should I ask him ? "are you my college friend?", his answer might be "entha college friendine kanda ariyille? chumma number irakkalle?!!" (Istam, one of my favorite Malayalam movie, style) ("Can't you identify your college friend, don't mess with me")

Yeah ... since I was in a cool mood, I didn't want to mess with anybody. hence decided move on. after a few meters, David stopped. and asked me !!!
"Why can't you mess with him. if it is him then ?"
yup he is correct, let me try then.

By that time that person overtook me. He didn't talk to me. Then he might not be my friend. "David, you confused me, saala". But... his walking style!!!.

I decided to 'mess' with him.
"Excuse me... Are you ..." He turned back !!!

Baang its him !!! after 11 years !!! Antonio George !!! he is in front of me.

"you are too fatty buddy", he can't believe his eyes. ohh that is why he couldn't recognize me. [ I was just kind of skeleton at that time, thanks to Chennai food with a lot of oil/gee.] He was returning home from Town Hall Library. He is a great reader !!!

May be just 3 phone calls we made in these years. Other 8 calls couldn't connect him.(We should have been use NOKIA then). Funny thing is I couldn't find him at Orkut. But found him on a Sarkkeet (roam around ;-)

Though 11 years have gone by,it never felt like we were apart for so many years. He is always in my very little memory. Some friendships might be like that... No phone calls, No chit-chat, No Orkut, No face to face meetings... still they might be nearer to your heart.

A lot to tell about him; but scrapping only a single thing.
This person injected a craze for English movies. Prior meeting him, I have seen only two English movies BenHur and Ten commandments. He gave me a list of 14 movies which includes Mackenna's gold, Predator-1, Terminator-2, Indiana Jones Series, Home Alone series, The Mask, Schindler's list. With in two week I had strikeout 12 from that list. I couldn't find remaining two anywhere :-(

Only two people were there to help me avoiding the boredom of my St.Thomas' College life. Other one was Joe Francis.

Of course, how could we resist ourself to enjoy Dosa and red chutni from Hotel Gopi. Still same quality, same refreshing smell. Whenever I remember my Pre-degree days, I do remember Room 101 on Bell tower, Hotel Gopi and of course Prof P C thomas' tuition center where we baptized "everyday" for two year; no left turn; no right turn; don't look at girls; don't talk; don't be late . what a jail yaar. But it has a significant role on what I am now :-)

When I moved out from my old company, I have forgot to backup the bookmarks from Mozilla FireFox. Hence lost a lot of links.

So developed a new page with full of bookmarks. :-)

If you are interested, you may make it as your default home page.

http://www.mashithantu.com/bookmark-home.html

Drag the above link onto your home button.

Also let me know some more interesting webpages to visit.

Drink two cups of water before meals; Try it for two months.

its working !!!

It was my last week in Chennai… Just thought of visiting a few friends and say the last BYE. Finishing my assignments with the previous company, with relieving and experience letter in hand what else one will do other than roaming around. Needless to say, I was in a total lazy mood.

As soon as I reached our hero's house, I sat down in his bean-bag (laid down to be specific). I always loved that comfortable position with 'Lay’s (Pepsico’s Junk food)’ in one hand and the TV remote in other hand.

"I wanna lazier" I whispered.

"No… you just can't" He dismissed my idea :-(

"Why??", I just wondered.

"ha ha ha..it requires some essential qualities which you don't have"

"Poda, I have been sitting idle for almost one month like many other Indians. ...Not doing anything at all !!!

"Umm..Gimme an answer for this", he shot a question at me. (Any life-line hain kya?)

"Can you glue on to this TV watching useless programs all the time?" (That time, we didn’t had any TV @ D-16, our room)
"Can you simply eat such junk pizzas round the clock?"? (out-of-syllabi question, from where this pizza came to picture?)
"Can you sit on this Bean bag for around 8 hours without moving your butt?" (Need I sit so long to prove...I am lazy?)

He concluded.

"That is why I am telling you...this is not an easy job. You need planning, determination and above all, whole hearted commitment!!!"

Key to be a LAZY man, WOW!!!

I saw these words (or similar words) in many Orkut profiles and blogs.

A few thoughts...

The moment you start using Talcum powder, you are not what you are (you are yearning for a better face) ;-) Is it hard to agree?

The moment you dye black/brown your hair, you are trying to imitate somebody else…

The moment you start thinking of hair-fixing, you are proving that you are not ready to accept the real “YOU”

Are you using lipstick? (Girls, pardon me…) You are hiding what you are…

Admit who you are or what you are... and be proud of it

Tail: "Make-up inum oru limilt okke illedai" - Udayanannu Thaaram

Enemy can find out even a minor mistake in you; Your friend may be ready to adjust with it, hence missing a chance to correct it.

Who is better? ...Enemy gives you a chance to overlook your limitation, hence you may improve !!!

Your mind will be sharp while competing with your enemy. it brings out the best in you !!! So accompany your enemy ;-)

"Kill your enemy, even if he is your brother" - a 5000 years old philosophy

"Love your enemy, pray for them" - a 2000 years old one.

See the current one : "Forgive your enemy, but remember his name ;-)"

ഇതു വെറും ഒരു പഴഞ്ചൊല്ലല്ല… (It is not just a proverb...) it is the truth.

I had a lot of chance to 'stitch'… but I didn't.

Result: Samson’s break down in the middle of Inner ring road. A payback for neglecting Samson's thirst for petrol. In another way, a miscalculation of his mileage in this heavy traffic. Now what to do? Need to find a petrol pump. nammakku chodichu chodiuchu pokaam (let us ask somebody)

One auto driver told there is a petrol pump in a KM.

Though I was a little suspicious of his advice, decided to follow a veteran. Anyway I am new to this place, may be one is there near to those software companies that can be seen at that place.

1st stitch >> Push Samson (A heavy, long cruiser called Avenger) for around 1 KM.

After dragging him around 400m I was tired. 'Colorful birds' crossing the roads every now and then, were throwing pathetic glance, caused more hurt. Poya maanam thirichu kittumo :-( Enquired again about the petrol pump... somebody said I need to travel till Koramangala signal!!! Seems logical (matching with my knowledge base)

So took an auto.

2nd stitch >> Rs. 30/- for auto to reach nearest pump and got 1/2 ltr

Problems didn't stop here.

Even after drinking enough petrol, Samson was refused to start. ohh I got it. Residue dust particle in the filter (or even a chance for an air-gap). The engineer in me arose!! ( Vendatha panikku pokandannu appachan paranja kelkoollillo)

3rd stitch >> Suck the petrol from the tube connect to the engine.

Phew... a mouthful of petrol. What a dirty feeling. He refused to start again. Oru kullukkavum illa.

4th stitch >> Call-a-friend for help (Maanam aa vazhikku kappallu kayari). After a 'non-stop' laugh, he suggested the same. And to get a mechanic.

As per auto vaalas, street sellers direction I successfully located a Bike garage. aaha..it was just in front of where Samson broke down. Senior Bike mechanic ordered me to bring the bike there :-(

6th stitch >> Drag my dear Samson back to the first position.

Another problem, Garage is on the other side and there is no gap in the median (though there is a sign board says a gap-in-the-median). So I have to either go and take U turn down the flyover or cut through the median.

7th stitch >> Cross through the median.

It is very heavy buddy (180KG; his manual says). However I managed to lift him up to the median and cross the road. and handed the 'patient' over to the 'doctor'.

As I said the problem was with his air-filter, he sucked the petrol from the tube that too without his mouth. (He made use of engine itself to suck it) Just matter of 1 minute. Everything back to normal. It hurt a lot. An engineer from GECT, don’t know the very basics of a motor bike (8th stitch >> on my ego, false self pride ...)

"10 Rs."- he billed. Oh… just 10 Rs...I was ready to give 50 Rs. atleast. I wasted around 2 hours just for a 10 Rs. problem!!!

"Bhayya petrol bahuth kammy hain... fill it ASAP", his advice.

9th stitch >> immerse Samson in petrol

This could have been done while I take the same route in the morning and save these many stitches

Tail:This is the first time I have been trapped in the road… after around 12,000 Kms of riding experience with David and Samson!!

Yup… first experience cherishes for long time.

similar topic: I Forgive

The moment I stepped out of my previous company ... My Project Leader (now 'OLD' PL) got a promotion… Now he is an Associate Project Manager!! (I doubt if his hidden agenda was to kick me out)

The moment I vacated my room in Chennai... My (old) roommate got an assignment in Dubai. (He was desperately looking for a project around two weeks) And other room mate became a UI Designer and got promoted to another level.

The moment I (crash) landed in Bangalore... The immediate business day was declared as a Karnataka Bundh!!! (I was supposed to join on this day)

What to say more... The moment I joined this company ... My (present) roommate's project got closed and laid off (technically) :-( !!!

And here everybody is asking why this company got less profit in the last quarter?
Business Analysts, Financial experts, and Sales forecasters are searching for an answer. They are trying to figure out what went wrong in their departments!!!

I would say… The problem is in the HR dept ;-)
Yeah...The HR guys have offered me a job in the last quarter.”

footnote: If anybody is interested to join me on my new 2BHK fully furnished flat, let me know ;-)

Thilakan was born on a wrong place, so as other mallu actors !!!

The face expression at the time when he realizes that his younger brother is going to marry his family enemy is unbeatable. Seems that Jackie shroff was even afraid to give a try !!!

a LWD mail...

സ് നേഹിതരേ...

മനോഹരമായ ഈ HCL അങ്കണത്തില്‍ ഒരു വേദിയൊരുക്കിത്തന്ന HR ഭാരവാഹികളോട് നന്ദി പറഞ്ഞു കൊണ്ട് ഞാന്‍ തുടങ്ങട്ടെ... ഈ വളരെ ചുരുങ്ങിയ കാലഘട്ടത്തില്‍ എന്നോടൊപ്പം സഹകരിച്ചു പ്രവര്‍ത്തിച്ച എല്ലാ സഹ നടീ നടന്മാര്‍ക്കും എന്റെ ഹൃദയം നിറഞ്ഞ നന്ദി ഞാന്‍ രേഖപ്പെടുത്തി കൊള്ളന്നു !!!

ഇവിടെ എല്ലാവിധ പ്രോത്സാഹനങ്ങളും നല്‍കി മികച്ച പ്രകടനം കാഴ്ച വയ്ക്കാന്‍ എനിക്കു പ്രചോദനം നല്‍കിയ anthomas നോടുള്ള എന്റെ നിസ്സീമമായ സ് നേഹം വെറും വാക്കുകളില്‍ ഒതുക്കാവുന്നതല്ല; Full തന്നെ വാങ്ങികൊടുത്തേ മതിയാവൂന്ന്.

എതോരു കാര്യത്തിനും എന്നോടൊപ്പം മുന്നിട്ടിറങ്ങിവരാന്‍ സന്മനസ്യം കാണിച്ച Rave നോടും നീലുവിനോടും എന്റെ കടപ്പാട് എടുത്ത് പറയേണ്ടതാണ്. (വെറും പൈന്റ് പോതും)

ഈ കാലയളവു മുഴുവനും ഒരു കലാലയ ജീവിതം പോലെ ആഘോഷിച്ചു തീര്‍ക്കാന്‍ ഒപ്പം നിന്ന ലൂക്കൊച്ചനൊടും ഗ്രീഷ്മ-ബിജു ദമ്പതികളോടും നന്ദി പ്രദര്‍ശിപ്പിക്കാന്‍ ഞാന്‍ ഈ അവസരം ഉപയോഗിച്ചു കൊള്ളുന്നു.

ഇവിടെ ഞാന്‍ കണ്ട എടുത്തു പറയേണ്ട മറ്റു സവിശേഷത നമ്മുടെ ഓണാഘോഷങ്ങളും അതിനോടനുബന്ധിച്ചു നടത്തപ്പെടുന്ന പൂക്കളമത്സരവും ആണ്. CODC3 ക്കു എന്റെ എല്ലാ വിധ ഭാവുകങ്ങളും നേരുന്നു.

ഇവിടുത്തെ ജീവിതം ഒരു കലാലയ ജീവിതമായി തോന്നിയതില്‍ വലിയ അത്ഭുതമില്ല. sanbalas, Sajith Oduvil, Nithya, Manoj,Hitesh, Roshan Lal തുടങ്ങിയവര്‍ കൂടാതെ കുറച്ചു Seniors ഉം ഉണ്ടായിരുന്നതും എല്ലാത്തിനും ഉപരി എന്റെ bunch mate ആയിരുന്ന bijchand ന്റെ സാന്നിദ്ധ്യവും വീണ്ടുമൊരു college life നേടിയെടുക്കാന്‍ എന്ന സഹായിച്ച ഘടകങ്ങള്‍ ആണ്. (offnote:ബിജോയേ...കളഞ്ഞിട്ടു വാടൈ...!! ;-)

College- ഇല്‍ പഠിക്കുമ്പൊള്‍ പോലും ഞാന്‍ ഇത്രയധികം football കളിച്ചിട്ടുണ്ടു എന്നു തോന്നുന്നില്ല. Binny George , Deepak Jose എന്നിവരെ ഇത്തരുണത്തില്‍ സ്മരിക്കുന്നു.

Johns, Bijoy Thomas, Manoj x 2 തുടങ്ങി പേരെടുത്തു പറയാന്‍ ഞാന്‍ തുനിഞ്ഞാല്‍ "നിര്‍ത്തടൈ നിര്‍ത്തടൈ ..." എന്നു നിങ്ങള്‍ പറയാന്‍ സാധ്യതയുള്ളതു കൊണ്ട് മാത്രം ഞാന്‍ നിര്‍ത്തട്ടേ !!!

ഇനിയും പല സ് റ്റേജുകളില്‍ ഈ പരിപാടി അവതരിപ്പിക്കാനുള്ളതു കൊണ്ട് തത്കാലം വിട വാങ്ങുന്നു.

ഭാസുരമായ ഭാവിക്കായി ഭാവുകങ്ങള്‍ നേര്‍ന്നു കൊണ്ട് ഭവ്യതയോടെ, (ശൊ..എന്റെ ഒരു കാര്യം )
ജോജു.

"Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country." -JFK.

Am thinking ... If I was not born here... my country could have saved a lot of money.

My primary education: Wow!!... It was almost free for me!!!
Still I don't know what integration is. :-(
(Alla..ithokke padichittu njan enthu nedi? enthinenne ithokke padippichu?)

My B.Tech Education: I (Err...my Dad) had spent only Rs. 10000/- or less including books.
But if I start calculating the amount spent for me to acquire a Graduate degree... fuzzy !!!
See the infrastructure of Govt.Engg. College, Thrissur. Divide it with number of students.
Count the Lab equipments and its maintenance cost.
Count my Professor’s/lecture’s salary.

And What I offered to my country? Nothing.

My Social Awareness: If I don't throw waste papers and never spit on the roads, My country could have spent lesser amounts on the cleaning army.

If I have a clean and healthy habits... My country needn't invest huge sums on healthcare.

Each time when I buy a cheap DVD (just Rs. 30 ) carrying three Indian Movies, I am nailing the Film industry here and I am not bothered about it. The rumors has it that this money is going to fund anti social elements/terrorists. If I didn't born, I wish :-(

I had spent so much time watching cricket. My unnecessary craze on this lazy game killed many other sports in the country. At least I could have spent more time with my mother on purchasing something from market, or helping her. huh!!!

If I were a responsible driver, with a sense to avoid mad rush in traffic jam, it could’ve saved considerable time for many other people on the road.

I am not daring to measure the amount of food I've just wasted; but I am sure that if I do care my country will be surplus in its resources.

I am sad... Not a single Indian has got benefited from me.
I am living for myself, for my family. I am selfish :-(

Whatever talent I have ...I am using it only to curse my country.

Oh... JFK... my salutes !

Have you ever had a strong feeling of fear at a time when you are shifting to another city? You might be surprised to hear that I am girded with a strange aura of fear following my decision to shift to the Garden city of India. Yes…I am moving to Bangalore… Sorry it is Bangaluru (or something ) now. That is the difference might be.

It was not the same city that it was 4 ½ years back while I was hunting for a job. It was a lovely city then. Now, soaring skyline and the resulting pollution has changed the face of the city.…city of terrible traffic jam… cost of living is so high that even motivates common people for robbery … may be they will kill people for a few bucks … Heard that traveling at night is dangerous… even for men !!

Haa… Now I realize the value of Chennai… I was never afraid to live here… one reason is that the (metro) city life here ends at 9. Then City Police takes the control of roads… They are proud to roam around in their brand new Hyundai Accent donning square sirens just like the LAPD(Los Angeles Police Dept). They might stop you in the middle of night and enquire… "what are you doing in this odd hour…go home…”. I was really annoyed to hear such interferences to my personal freedom. I was not aware that they are making my life secure.

Fear… it might be born with me… take simple examples …

Before coming to Chennai I was afraid of the scorching Chennai heat… what will happen if my skin turns black ;-)

While I got admission to Engg. College for computer Science … I thought…Is it possible for me to understand the working of a Computer?... I was afraid about the micro processors…chips…blah blah…

May be most funniest fear is …
4th std boy to his classmate: "Man… from 5th std onwards we need to follow a time table… is it possible for us to follow this…what will happen if some other teacher comes to take her subject and what will happen if I don't have the textbook of her subject?"

silly silly things… but I am better than my old pal who usually get confused to wear his shoes. He usually takes 5 minutes to decide which shoe to wear first …right or left?