To the person who usually sat next to me on Sunday classes for 12 years, from the first standard onwards.
To the person whom we usually call white-devil. He was unusually fair in our childhood and his thoughts were extremely violent (both positive and negative side)
To the person with whom I’ve started combined-study for the first time.
To the person with whom I’ve started Library Administration and its renewal.
To the person with whom I have watched around 20 movies in theater.(counting only in the academic year 1996-97). We don't have any count for rented CDs on the same year, say nearly 50.
To the person to whom I wish to meet at least once every day. 6*340*2 is our count from 1996 to 2001.
To the person whose reply was always "nokkam"(let me try) means 'done'; after that you may forget what you have asked him to do.
To the person to whom I was forced to teach “Rajavinekkalum Raja bhakthi venda” ( Do not be more patriotic than a king). His over commitment made me to say so… several times.
To the person who always discuss about his one and only crush with a single person in the world.
To the person who is always happier than me on my achievements.
To the person who always advised me "wait for your time, relax!!" after each interview.
To the person with whom I can tell… whatever !
To the person who is ready to listen for whatever I tell. May be he might have heard the same thing at least 5 times already.
To the person with whom I’ve eaten Bajji and Milkshake the many times.
To the person with whom I’ve watched Thrissur Pooram at night for the first time.
To the person whom I usually call at 12.30 AM for the last two years to just enquire in pure Thrissur accent “Enthekindra ghedy” ( Dude, how do you do !)
One day he got married. Two busy days before his marriage; handling the crowd and say hi, ‘F5’-ing the friendship with the relatives, friends, colleagues and boarded the train back to Chennai on the same night. Suddenly, it seemed everything got blurred. From the people I know in the house to the strangers in the train. From the busy schedule to the killing silence of traveling alone.
For a second I felt…
I’ve missed him a lot. He’s become an integral part of someone. I can not call him at mid-night. Now, it is someone else’ right to get his time.
For a second I felt…
envy, a bit anger, a bit sadness and a feeling of being complete lost :-( …all in a second!!
What a devil am I? And deserve a name ‘Brown-devil’ like my childhood buddy ‘White-devil’.And one and only one who deserved to call me so.
He is Ranjit John, better known as ‘Johnettan’ by his B.Tech classmates.
a.k.a Birth of an Argentinean Fan 
20 years back. I was a 2nd(or 3rd?) standard kid.
"Common wake up", my 'father khan'(*) screamed at around 2AM (or 3AM?).
"Hey, what are you doing in this night?"
"I told you yesterday that today you will have to wake up early"
"Really I don't remember. what’s so special ?"
"Today Argentina is playing against England"
"Let them play… what is to me?"
"You forgot! Need I rewind everything? I told you about Maradona right? If you are going to miss this match, it would be a great loss. Maradona is a great footballer like Pele. And he is in great form…"
"…Common… Gincettan, Joemonchettan everybody is there… Wake up"
I was not interested to disturb my cool slumber with sweet dreams of playing with Boris Becker and Stephi Graph. We were playing against Becker and almost on the verge of victory. Graph is a good supporting player …you know ;-) Dad disturbed that dream. Umm… However, I accompanied my father to Valiya-thalam, biggest room in the home where we kept our TV.
My uncles, cousins… everybody was already there. But a few were near to TV doing something there. A few were sitting in the sofa and giving ‘instructions’. One guy was standing outside; visible from the room. He was screaming something looking upward. I wondered what my cousin was doing out there. Everybody was making comfortable noise.
"John ...",A weak but clear voice from the corner.
Pin drop silence...
"...why are you late. I was waiting for you. This TV is not working", ohh my Grand father was also there in his easy chair.
"Appa(in uttermost respect), I did a round of check yesterday. it was working fine. May be wind is making problem...I'll check it.", my father (*)
He went outside and screamed "Who is there!! ohh pauly !!.. eda... do not put that antenna straight to that mango tree .. a bit up and move left of that tree. it should point to between that mango tree and coconut tree.. did you put ?... nge?(what?)...nga(ok)... Gince (my cousin sitting near the TV) ..is that working...better ??? ..ok..Pauly ... move that a bit up... Gince..is that Ok now?". Though the picture and sound is not so clear we were ok with that.
The game had already started. A few of us were Argentina fans, a few were Brazil fans (my father belongs to this league), a few were Germany fans and a few were on Spain’s side too. But I couldn't see any England fans. So, all eyes were set on Maradona. For the argument sake one of my Spain fan uncle turned to English side. I was surprised that … was this shortest guy Maradona (the great)!! But I astonished by watching his thighs. hammo!! it was as big as little 'george'. His speed has impressed me a lot.
A few minutes later I saw side-referee was waving a plate with a number and one guy with that number ran towards him. What happened to him? "Will referee give him any punishment? What wrong he did?” little George enquired his father. He told “Coach is replacing that player, he might have felt that that player was not playing well”.. Yeah, he was correct that referee changed the plate with another number and that player got into the ground.
The first goal itself made all of us cheer like we being Argentineans. They screamed "Goal...goal", I couldn’t see that goal very well. But I also joined the party. "Kathayariyathe Aattam kanuka" (watching Kathakali without knowing the story).Other players were running towards Maradona spreading their hands to celebrate the goal.
"Shut up...". My grandmother, "...why are you making so much noise in the night. if you want to watch the game..keep quiet..otherwise leave the place." My grandmother woke up.
"Amma, Maradona scored a Goal". For a moment she might have got angry for Maradona. She became cool, however. She was a woman with sports (wo) man spirit.
A winner of 100 meter race, in high-school-district-level. But she didn't know Maradona though she was indeed happy to see all her 'aan tharikal' (male offsprings) were assembled to watch this game. While she entered the room, my uncle exempted himself from sofa to thara (floor) and she comfortably occupied the place. Suddenly somebody jumped into her lap calling "Ammamma (grandmother)"; her grand-daughter, my cousin. "ohh you too Meril" grandmom was surprised to see her enthusiasm.
Discussion about the first goal went on for a while. Why England players had appealed against the goal? What was the wrong in it. "Did Maradona play offside?" My uncle expressed his doubt. (14 hours later TV news declared that was a Goal by the Hand of GOD!!!)
Game went on and was interrupted for a few minutes by an Argentinean player-change. A new young player, No:28, jumped into the field. He looked too small. Camera focused on him. Oh man… it is me. George +10 Argentinean players that includes Maradona the football magician. wow !!! I was running towards Maradona spreading my hands and jumped into his waist.
"Goal ..what a goal ..", Dad shook my head and I woke up. Maradona scored a second goal. I had missed that goal too.
I had not realized that I failed to witness the Goal of the Century!!!
Did you miss it? Watch the last goal of this clip.
Surprised to see my post title? Here is the Adidas TV commercial; Jose +10, worth watching.
side-notes
* - It’s my freedom to call my father by any name (even in front of him and his brothers). But...
Do you know why I am sticking on to the present company where I work?
It’s nothing but the ’Exit interview’ phobia. By any Chance, If I failed in the exit interview, I won’t be able to attend the same for the next 6 months ;-) Only God and myself knew how I got into this company. I had appeared for 18 unsuccessful interviews to get a good company to work for. Faced interview board from 12 major IT companies and 6 not-so-major companies. I had tried all the 18 tricks (pathinettadavum) and finally I heard "you got through; we would like you to offer..." Sorry I don't remember what he said after that.
Due to the busy schedule, most likely in the Library (only in administration not as a reader), Cricket, CLC etc, I had never imagined about sitting lonely. Once I had to face a ‘suppli’ (acronym for supplementary exam) in my life for the first time. Surprisingly that was my favorite lab- DS lab- I worked a lot for this. Do you know that I still keep its rough record. I loved that lab and I failed in that lab for getting some garbage values on the output in addition to the actual output. It was a ‘forgivable’ mistake, I would say. But that young lecturer didn’t consider that fact. Still, it didn't push myself into sad or lonely mood. Problems have piled up after the campus placements had begun.
I had nothing to put in the resume; no strong academic background; my marks had always swung between 68 -72%. The only asset was a consistent interest in C. Only plus point was a small C++ game. I couldn't even appear for around first 8 walk-ins since their expectation was very high. More than 75 % or 80%. pusthakapuzhu companikal ; just working in Java, DBMS, main frame etc. My dream was to get into a Unix/C oriented firm. I laughed at those giants. They just didn't deserve a 'brilliant' employee like me. I said in my mind. Ahankaaram; athente koodepirappanu.
But it grew up faster up to 6 feet 5inches while I had joined to GECT, itself. But I was just 5'5". Even though I failed to make the first few interviews, he was taller than me.
At that time prestigious companies arranged interviews at Abad plaza, Cochin. I wished if I could have been there for at least one interview (most of my classmates had appeared for interviews there. At last my turn came up. But I never expected it before. 3 interviews in two days. Entha sambhavichathu; entha nadannathu; oru pidiyumilla (I couldn’t remember what happened and what I did). Now, only thing I remember is that they (Abad) were playing Yaani’s live at acropolis in the background (in the reception, in corridors). I love those songs, especially “rain must fall”.
After my first interview(s) I couldn’t look back; I was sure that I’ll pass the written exam and I’ll reach up to the interview. I was sure that she (Abad Plaza) was waiting for me. Probably my technical talent and/or analytical skills were improved. Or all better guys might have got placed by that time. Anyway I became a regular visitor to Abad. Sometimes, I had to wait for longer time for my turn. Tension, tension, tension…; dhoodh peena mein tension; Sometimes I felt to scream at those ‘junk’ Yaani songs. ”rain must fall” appeared like “fire must fall”.
In a few occasion I was the topper in the test. Imagine how much I would have struggled - NOT to pass those interviews :-( Most of the time I was alone. Most of my friends, classmates were placed at that time. Take my ‘T(ea)’-mates; everyone got placed, except me. Take my cricket team; everyone got placed, except me. Take this; take that; everyone got placed, except me. But I was glad to represent my college all the time in interviews. My mind went blank after each interview; once I had even walked around 2 or 3 KM from Abad plaza to Mathrubhoomi Junction. (it could be even 4 or 5 KMs) . I didn’t know the exact distance.
On the way, I saw St.Antony’s church. Ini ippo ivide namichillennu venda. Many times I had walked in front of the church, never bother to get inside. Once I get inside, it was around 9 or 9.30PM. Nobody where there except a family. Very clam atmosphere. I could feel the gentle breeze on my face and my mind became cool.
What could be wrong?
Yeah, I did a few mistakes in technical side. My communication skills were poor. (junks !! they know only Queen’s and Clinton’s English. Poor guys they don’t know the stylish Thrissur accent; I am not blaming them since it was even not understandable by the people from the other part of Kerala)
And I analyzed more; it was not a problem of Communication skills only; they were ready to adjust. They were happy to see that I was answering most of the brilliant questions. Hence they were ready to forgive my mistakes. I remember one lady interviewer, Pooja, she did her maximum to motivate me, to bring best out me. But I resisted (njan vittukoduthilaa).
Yeah, problem was with my attitude.
My mind was much closed in interviews. Never picked up the clues; always kept boundary to the answers ( I knew what they are going to ask next; so I protested them not to ask further). I had miserably failed to understand their expectations. I failed to keep my head cool; I misunderstood that they were trying to find only my negative sides. Never bothered to give a reasonable explanation. One important thing is that I was not a fighting guy in interviews. I never tried to argue them technically. Somany times I couldn’t get what this junk guys were talking about? (may be they were trying to provoke me).
You need to feel the necessity of a job from your heart. Else whatever you do, it will not reach anywhere. Most of the time I wished like “God don’t give me this job if it doesn’t suit me”. Tell me, how will I get a job? So I changed my mind; “Ammini enkil ammini” (*).
Though my (present) company is a well-known IT giant in India, I didn’t know much about their work. I was not aware that this company’s client is a giant in internet and I didn’t know that they have a huge OS (5lakhs line of C code; spread across 30000 C files). And I was completely unaware that my job will be sustaining this code as a part of a prestigious team in the company.
One and only once I prayed like
“Oh GOD, rain must fall at this time.”; yes and it was an unexpected heavy rain!!!
side-notes:
(*) "Ammini enkil Ammini" is mallu local phrase : in fact,it is a 'state of mind' ;-)
backgroud:- One guy searches for a Aishwarya Roy kind of girl as Wife and failed. then finally he reached this state that he had to set his mind to marry any girl. Ammini is a local/common mallu name.
Simillar phrse: "inchi enkil inchi"
to be continued...
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Part I :Touching 5 years after we split
Part II : Once WE lived there
Part III : Changes
Part IV : Hostel Life
(Releasing soon...)
Lonely, tough times :
My interview stories in short (just 3 pages only)
George +10:
Birth of an Argentinean Fan
One second envy:
The moment I felt envy (just for a second).
Dhanush's Tag:
A few secrets, my favourites
Confession of an Engg. Graduate
Title says it all.
footnote:
My editors are busy. I thought... at least allow them to work.
(Athinayannu njan janichathu; satyathinu sakshyam vahikkan)
2000 years back; A busy morning at Gabathe ( a Roman auditorium).
Jews, led by Caiaphas - the High Priest in Sanhedrin and Annas- another priest and father-in-law of Caiaphas, were waiting for Pontius Pilate, The Roman Governor, to prosecute their ‘prisoner’.
Pilate: Do you always punish your prisoners before they have judged ?
What accusations do you bring against this man?
Caiaphas: Well, if he wasn’t a malefactor, we wouldn’t have brought him before you.
Pilate: That’s not what I asked. Why don’t you judge him according to your own laws?
Caiaphas: Consul, you know ..it’s unlawful for us to condemn any man to death.
Pilate: To death ?... what has this man done to merit such a penalty?
Caiaphas: He has violated our sabath. He has seduced the people … taught foul, disgusting doctrines.
Pilate: Isn’t he the prophet you welcomed into Jerusalem only five days ago?
And now you want him dead?
Can any of you explain this madness to me?
He was referring to the Hosana Sunday.
Annas: your Excellency please…
So far the high priest hasn’t told you this man’s greatest crime.
He has become the leader of a large and dangerous sect who has hail him as Son of David!
He claims that he is the Messiah..the king promised to the Jews.
He has forbidden his followers to pay tribute to the emperor, Consul.
He beautifully changed the meaning of what Jesus had said about tax:
“Give to Caesar what is Caesar's, and to God what is God's.”
( Daivathinullathu daivathinum, Caesar inu ullathu Caesar inum kodukkuka. )
Pilate: Bring him here ! [I desire to talk to him alone]
In fact, Pilate was surprised to see that Jews were chained their foretold King!
Pilate to Jesus: Drink… (A Ruler's decency to other King)
Are you the King of the Jews?
Jesus: Does this question come from you or Do you ask me this because others have told you that is what I am?
Pilate: Why should I ask you that ?
Am I a Jew?
Your high priest, your own people delivered you upto me.
They want me to have you executed!!!
Are you a King?
Jesus: My Kingdom is not of this world.
If it were, do you think my followers would have let them hand me over ?
Pilate: Then you are a King ?!
Jesus : That is why I was born. To give testimony to the truth.
All Men who hear the truth hear my voice.
Pilate : Truth !!! what is truth ?
(Back to Gabathe)
Pilate: I have questioned this prisoner and find no cause in him.
"Shall, should, should have, should have been... why all these things yaar", SMT seemed so confused one day.
"’Should is enough, right?" he added.
"I'll kill the person who introduced all these nasty grammar". he couldn't control his rage.
Yeah, this was a common problem for both of us. So, I decided to start bloging. But the hidden agenda was to improve the grasp over the Queen's language (what that King was doing then ?!!!). Occasionally I have sent my entries to Bijoy for editing. I just wanted to avoid huge blunders. So he was the first person who used to read my post. I think he has never visited the URL http://www.yasj.blogspot.com. Hence, there were no comments on this blog from him. Recently he has shifted his biological clock to 12 hours back from IST. Yeah, He is in US now.
I asked him to enquire his manager about all the possible chances for me.
But he never did.
I offered him to cook all the day.
It seemed he was not impressed with my offer. I even offered him punctual delivery of bed coffee.
No change.
He hit me on my face.
I didn't reply. In fact, I told him to hit more if he wishes.
I told him I'll make oil-less Chicken65.
rakshayila !!!
Finally, he left for US without me :-(
(P.S: if you could find this conversation similar to that of the movie, "Akkare akkare akkare", it is NOT a mere coincidence, I did it purposefully ;-)
I continued to write like
"Today onwards,...no Malayalam...only English"
"Achu, I make chappathi...you make vegitable curry..."
"nothing (difficult)... take vendakka(ladies finger)..."
"cut.. cut ... cut small pieces"
"take onion ..cut ..cut ..cut .. small pieces"
"take cheena chatti (cooking pan)...put it in the Aduppu(gas stove)..."
"put some coconut oil .... put some kaduku manies.."
"..little curry veppila...(then) kadukuvara kadukuvara ...kadukuvara...
"take vegitables ... put it in"
"put little chilli powder... little malli (Coriander) powder... little curry masala powder.."
"little uppu (salt)...close it...curry ready.. go"
I couldn't find any difference between Urvasi in "Achuvinte Amma" and myself.
At that time Anoop has offered his kind helping hands.
He wanted to make this blog technically perfect. So he doesn't like a single mistake in each post. After he has started editing, he has also vanished from my blog.He took tremendous pain to make it a ongoing success. I almost fainted down when I saw his edited document (with track changes) for the first time. If it were my corrected answer sheet, indian Railways could have used it for stopping a Train !!!!!
If you could see the last few entries as beautiful like a Technical document, it is all his effort. He deserves a BIG CLAP.
Footnote: The above said characters, along with me, share a 1500 Sq. Ft. living space in an old, dingy apartment in Vadapalani, Chennai (They call it Tinsel Capital of South India).
Take a look at Anoop's Blog: adventurekid
Surpassing my expectations, Samson did it again, that too for a second time. He tasted the mud; in fact the taste of road tar. Oh… I forgot to tell you Samson is my bike, Bajaj - Avenger !!!
First time it was on the the way to Bangalore; he might not be interested to carry a CruxR obsessed owner :-( He was at laughing at George, "Don't you know how to use a Disc Brake!! Too bad". Anyway, he did a great support by his crash guard to prevent any bone injury to his master, err… owner. George was very sad to see his Samson's crash guard bent and was happy to realize that no other parts were got hurt for both of them.
This time, it happened to George's friend (The friend is not interested to reveal his name as he doesn't want his parents to know about the accident ;-) One junk guy riding a goods-auto-carrier hit on Samson's left wing, that too twice!!! Was that intentional ? It seems. Samson screamed down; his left Crash guard smashed on the Koyambedu signal junction. The rider managed with minor injuries. Only a few scratches on his left side and It was difficult for him to walk for a couple of days. But the the case was a bit serious for the person sitting behind him and had a sprain on his back, was hospitalized immediately and x-ray showed no bone injury; By luck.
Samson; My Friend
I am trying to discover his likes and dislikes. Samson hates ‘thumbies’, the two-wheeler which almost ruled the Chennai roads. Thumbies are nothing but TVS Super; Mopeds. He growls while these little creatures fly around, He is silent while driving through a clean road, he always wants to enjoy the speed of 50, on the traffic signal, he likes to growl most likely if he is in the front row. 3 seconds are enough for him to reach a speed of 60KMPH. He likes to chase its counterpart, Pulsar 180/150, he likes to ride along with the same species, especially the company of Red one.
On touching the water he will start shivering. So George had never allowed him much to shiver ;-) While surfing on his petrol tank he nodes his head gently. He is George's companion to the football ground, he stands calmly watching the game. Sometimes he blocks a few powerful shots with his firm backside.
Like the petrol pump employee, Samson hates to fill his belly with petrol for a meager 30 Rs. He always wants to fill his tank full. But George doesn't like it and so he keeps the tank always on 'reserve'. Recently Samson complained about the naughty kids who play,around and even stand on his seat cover. So George wants to keep him at the Company parking slot.
Naughty Samson now waiting for a dusky damsel to roam round ;-)
---footnote---
I wished several times that I could have written at least 5 sentences about MY COW during my school days.
Sometimes I think...women deserve more respect. Why people ogle at them? Even I am not an exception :-(
She takes pain to give birth for a new life, she adjusts a lot to build a home, she absorbs everything especially others pain, She has that magic touch which heals all your pains.
I remember one Bob Marley's song, "No women No cry". Was he very sad to see a woman crying or did he mean that if there were no women in this world, we needn't cry? Just kidding…his lyrics is striking out the later. Yeah, no one wants to see a tear is running down her cheeks. Why is she crying?
Mahatma Gandhi once said that he would call India an independent country only when a woman can walk on the roads at midnight without fear. At that time he could only dream about it. Why not today ?
Frankly, I won’t blame men in all cases.
Respect should come from our inner self. I won’t respect a womon who clearly shows her anatomy. Why do they wear such revealing clothes?
Don't they have any value for what they have?
Or Do they think it as freedom? Luckily Gandhiji is no more;
I would like to share my new hobby. Whenever I see such a woman (Girls are much better I would say), I will start watching the surrounding people. Last weekend I went to Landmark and I saw a slut. I couldn’t get a better word to describe that junk woman. She wore her pants in such a way that, if she lower it an inch down, the purpose of dress will be meaningless !!! So I thought that this is the best time for my hobby. I saw a few boys around her. they were looking at her like"evidunnu varunnadai ee charakku" ( from where she is imported?)
Not at all a surprise for me. I kept on scanning more people and my eyes stuck with a lady, I guess she was a Mallu and her expression was so strange.
"savam" (dead body). I can see her anger at the corner of her eyes.
So my point to make for ladies is ....
If you are not in the flesh trade, I mean ..if you are not a pro, wear decent clothes
It attracts respect!!
Penmakkale sleevelessum microminiyum dharikkan padippikkunna ammamare mukkaliyil kettiyittu adikkanam.
(Those mothers who train their daughters to wear sleeveless dresses and micro minis should be punished in the public.)
Shall I change the title to "Allow me to respect women"?
When I got a fairly good rank in Kerala Entrance, my Father was sure about getting an admission in GEC, Thrissur. He was not at all bothered about the stream . But only thing he insisted was about the College ie., GEC, Thrissur. I was sure about getting a seat in Electrical branch. All my cousins were in that stream in same College( 'admitted' to CSE a couple of days before the first class). He didn't allow me to opt any other College and hence I missed a Hostel life.
You could see a Businessman's eye to cut down the hostel expenses and a usual parent's mind to get a full control over a teenager, his Kadinjool (first born) and a loving father's heart to spend more time with his son.
So I became a day-scholar. Did I Miss anything?
Yes, I lost
A wide opportunity to see the outer world.
A chance to live with a crowd to know the meaning of Adjustment and sharing.
A good chance to know others feelings and pulse.
A fair chance to know the self-money-management.
I lost a chance to run a BIG Mess, the pleasure of bargaining for the massive amount of groceries for the mess and save money (pacha malayalathil moshanam) to face the discrepancies in the final account settling.
I lost a chance to fully involved in drama rehearsals, dance practices etc. I am still sad about not being able to act in Dhanush' Skit in 6th semester on the theme of Malayalam Movie- Niram. All characters in this skit were my old classmates with minor changes in their names to make it funny, vangana rames aka Anjana, pikkas (Mallu tone for pickaxe) aka Vikas , vaneesh aka Suneesh are just a few example . He was succeeded in stitching most of the events happened very often in the college. I strongly suspected that the hostellers purposefully avoided us (day-scholars).
But I was happy to say that they were kind enough to make me main dancer in the cultural program. Couldn't they find a shorter guy than me?
I lost a chance to go out in the middle of the night and eat Mutta-Porotta, Dosa or whatever available that time from a thattukada
I lost a chance to lay down on the College Cricket Ground in night and watch the stars.
I lost a chance to visit tharavaadu at least once. (my father has 36 eyes in the town)
I lost a chance to become a Raja Ravi Varma by putting my hands in drawing on the walls.
I lost a chance to be nostalgic by visiting my hostel room after 5 or 10 or 20 years.
Anyhow we decided to live in the College Hostel for a week. Mel, Vikas, Bijoy- do you remember?
"Father, I want to complete my final year project."
"Good..at least you started thinking about the project in the last month"
"That is the Engg. College Style, you may not know"
"eda I also passed through your age..."
"...Ok what do you want from me to complete your project"
"I just want your permission to stay in the hostel for a week; so that we can work together to finish the project..."
"...Mel, vikas and Bijoy .. all are staying with me"
" Is Bijoy also coming..."
"...then you may go"
Bijoy was a star in my home. What an innocent fellow!!!
"you must watch and follow Bijoy...", Mom reminds me once in a month.
"...I afraid that he might ruin himselfif you walk along with him" she added.
"Of course, I'll try to", I promissed. (happy to announce that I kept my words ;-)
May be April 21st is one of the unforgettable day in the hostel, Chit-chat till mid-night !!!
We shared our old crushes, just crushes !! Hours flew like a second.
It was 4AM when we decided to stop and sleep. We were supposed to touch our final yearproject at least on the last day :-(
Other highlighted thing was eating Mutta-kolli from thattukada at Mid-night.
But I am so glad to realize that
I still keep a good relationship wuth my local friends; Still, whenever I go home, I meet a couple of friends every time; they are still keeping the local Thrissur accent and I am loosing my trademark tone :-( even it become tougher for me to understand the current Thrissur slangs !!!
"ippo evide kidanna thiriyanne ?" my local football team-player asked once.
I took a few seconds to realize that he is asking where I am working now !!!
I am blessed to enjoy ammachi's exotic dishes for all of my life except these 2 years. Sometimes it is horrible even to hear about the junk hostel food.
Needn't worry about food; everything is ready on time; I can show my anger for a minor mistake in meals or curries;"enthoram uppa ithu!!! oru kottakkundalo"( a lot of salt !!!)
Mom always complains to father "athai ee chekkane kondu hostelil nirthu ; ennale ivan padikku". (send him to Hostel to teach a lesson)
Needn't wash my clothes !!! what a Lucky I was !!!
Needn't worry about Money, "appacha oru 20 roopa"; ha ha.
"appacha oru 250 roopa; oru textbook vangikkana"; that was my main resource to eat out ;-)
Occasionally he is ready to give money for that; but no thrill in it ;-)
Day-scholar-ship allowed me to work in CLC and was a librarian for 5 years. Could see a lot of people throughout. Activities like arranging tournaments, book fairs, competitions, fights duing meetings ..I will never get such things in a Hostel.
"might" be continued...
Part I :Touching 5 years after we split
Part II : Once WE lived there
Part III : Changes
Some factors motivate your Life. Maradona might be one of them. Watch his talent
The face snap itself shows his gigantic talent. Maradona remains cool penetrating 6 defenders. The last goal in this clip was scored in 1986 World cup Quarter Final (second goal Vs Eng) still considered as the best ever goal in the Century!!!
First Goal in that Quarter Final was also notorious as ‘Hand of God’.
Somebody had sent this link to Football alias and the results were awe-inspiring.
This clip attracts new players too. I don't know how long it will continue.
Hopefully it will continue at least for the next two months (World cup effect).
The guys started scoring a tones of goal; previously it was like 0-1; 2-1; maximum 3-3
nowadays it is 5-3; 6-6 and even the scoreboard goes up to 5-8!!! that itself just in the first 30 minutes of the match.
I think we should watch the defenders techniques to cut this down :-)
Want to watch other players in the world? They are also not bad. Click
I have a question in my mind. Who will win this time?
I vote for Argentina, this name stuck in my heart after Maradona.
And I hate Brazil and their yellow dress :-(
"Greater love than this no man hath, that a man lay down his life for his friends"
Now people are trying to crucify him again in the name of "Da Vinci Code".The people who are reluctant to believe in Bible has no doubt about this 'code'. The people who deny to have faith in Virgin Mary, has no worry to believe that Mary Megdelena was the wife of Jesus.
Which is the best to follow ; the book written by the people who lived in the time of Jesus or by the people who were born after 2000years. Neither I read the 'decoded' book nor I saw the movie, hence no further idea about it.
"Father, did Mother of Jesus attended Last supper with Jesus ?"
"Didn't you completed The Bible yet ?" he surprised
"Yes I did", Little George nodded.
"Then why this doubt at a!!"
"no nothing ..the one who lay down on the shoulder of Jesus looks like a Girl", George pointed out the lady in the picture.
"he has long hairs, no mustache ...rest of the body is not clear", George explained
Luckily his father didn't ask what he was looking at rest of the body ;-)
Father said, "See Jesus Had long hairs, Peter had , and everybody at that time had long hairs."
"But all others have mustache, this one doesn't have", George argued.
"he should be John, he is the only unmarried disciple of Jesus and so he must be too young..."
"... look your cousin Binesh... on a clean shave, even at 22, he has a pennish face(looks like a girl)"
he explained with an example.
"How dare he to lay down on Jesus' shoulder !!!", George surprised.
"Jesus loved him so much". Father seems so happy to explain that John (his name) is the most recognized by Jesus.
"that is partiality ..why Jesus loved him so much more than others", confused George.
"hey... Jesus said to love one another; doesn't meant that not no love more this one or that one.."
"... He loved John, Peter, Thomas...me ... you and all ..."
"He was wounded for our transgressions, crushed for our iniquities; by His wounds we are healed."
"He faced all these sufferings to pay back our sins". His father explained the core of Bible to George.
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He must be kidding. My father is planning to search a girl for me.
If it was last year, I would have been happiest. At that time I had no mind storming work. Nothing to worry about. just go to work, come back, sleep, movies, get together, football... just cool life. I was bored. no challenging thing in life. So I "begged" to the same person to arrange a marriage for me. I was interested to take some responsibility in my life. but he just neglected without a word as if I am a kid.
Now I have some penultimate year planning. More interested in long drives. Want to concentrate more on work. Want to restore my flat tummy back. want to roam around some places with friends.
Wife; meaning of wife is responsibility ( Mohanlal in Dasaradham)
Marriage means a total surrender, Am I right?
"I am going to a party"
"with out me ?!!!"
"ponne it is a drinks party"
"ohho vellamadiyanalle..."
"...must return before 8.30. Am alone here"
"it is 8 now, I will not get time even to sip a peg".
"thats more than enough; Look..What I have told I have told"
...Is she a daughter of Pilate to say like "What I have written I have written" ?
This is why I am telling..Marriage is a complete surrender.
I didn't own any bike in Chennai one year back, Now I have. I want to roam around more.
So I said to Mother
"Look Mom, I don't want to get surrender this year."
"So what will you do to get a movie ticket ?"
"I have a sister for it"
"Ok, you were complaining that you are not getting good food there, don't you want a wife?"
"Mom, nowadays I don't have any expectation on these girls; probably I can cook better than them...".
"...Also last year you were told that you are coming to stay with me... the doors are still open".
"Son...then who will look after your father!!!"
"enthenkilum chaiyyu... Am going back"
"wait one more question..."
"...What should I to do with your the half-folded mat?"
;-))
Part I :Touching 5 year after we split
Part II : Once WE lived there
Part III : Changes
After Ranjit and Apupama joined we decided to move to Wimbis as we are not expecting anybody more.
ohh a new (motor)cycle-stand built nearby hockey ground. changes !!!
The Hockey ground is still clean. Usually they don't allow people to play cricket on this ground. it is tough to play hockey in a ground with even a small pit. My memories about hockey ground are always bound to the way we were running to catch the local bus. while we were in the pavilion side, A bus to town appears on other side. then ? we have to run to catch it. but we are in confusion whether to run in front of people in the ground (usually it was occupied by students from other college too; oh ok especially girls from Vimala college ;-), if we missed, it is shameful, isn't it. while we are in confusion to take a decision somebody (most likely Melvin) says "Run". within no time we start running.and never missed bus in such occasions.
Jeesna mol was still refused to come with me. So I gave an offer; ice-cream from Wimbis. It seems working. she is in confusion. she gave a glance to me and to her Umma. then walked besides me :-) she started talking to me. (in a second her mind changed)
"who are these people, uncle?"
"looks like beggars" she added.
She saw one kid was swinging( in an Oonjal made by those gypsies) . she wanted to swing in the same one. Kids have no problem with beggares, cast, religion, white, black.
No wonder that Jesus told "unless you become like children, you cannot enter the kingdom of heaven". They are the heaven; they are the key to make this world a heaven.
I was in dilemma; what to do not to put her in cry? tried the same old trick. "if we spend much time here, we will not get ice-cream".she agreed with that and marched towards Wimbis. Unfortunately it was closed :-( we had 7 teas in a particular day from that shop !!! it was a good spot to see Vimala Girls ;-) what to do ; boys-inte ororo prasnagal
"Uncle, where is the ice-cream?"
pulivaalayallo
"yeah, we are going to get it from Varsha. see this shop is closed"
Varsha; the place were we ordered only cool milk; just 4 Rs at that time and it is a heaven.
On the way I saw pallimoola Church. it has renewed. it is very big now. Changes everywhere.
Reached Varsha and Jubin or somebody picked Jeesamol with them. and she got ice-cream from them. As usual I ordered a coool milk. I am not sure how many cool milk we -I,Mel, Bijoy - had from there.
Then moved back to college. time for lunch. planning, choices for hotels, likes/dislikes. Anyway decided to choose a new hotel, Mothimahal. Just for a change. Again confusion; what to order; north indian, chineese .blah blah.
Jiju added "while we are in Italy, we are in search for meals; here we are searching for Pizzas"
Then a quick visit to City-Centre and to Alukas hotel for a beer. Ohh its name is also changed to somethingelse.
Anyway I found something unchanged; A bat in the electric lines near to New computer science block. Anil swears that it was there while we studied there. Anyway I am sure that it was there two years before while I was a guest lecturer there.
I forgot to Add that before we had lunch Dhanush went to C-49 to see his old hostel room.
to be continued...
Whole world was watching Thrissur Pooram at Swaraj Round and I was watching it on TV !!!
Whole stream was flowing to Thrissur and I was flying away from it.
My favorite item is the Pooram firework and it was cancelled/blocked by the authorities due to a fire explosion accident- result in death of 7 ( some people says that the firework was cancelled not to show the condolence to the people who died for it but it was to show the angry towards the arrest warrant to the high officials) Anyway I missed it. So went to see Ali aka akku at CUSAT.
While return back I had experienced a heavy block at Sakthan Thamburan Market. Road was still in fact dead. I waited around 15min in bus. Bus has moved only a meter or less.
I wish if I were a Spiderman !!!
but how can I use the spidernet? Market is a vast open place without a single tall building. :-( So I decided to walk. Believe me; even after 1KM walk no vehicle was moved more than 3 meters. Reached at the railway station junction and saw a complete deadlock; the police man was helpless. he was walking between and giving instructions ; and things were out of his control ; he can not give instruction to the driver who was trying to penetrate half a KM away :-)
I continued to walk to home around 1 and half KM away. And saw a friend of mine and he was 'biking' towards the town. I gave a warning to him not to choose those roads; he was astonished that I was walking all the way from there.
"Are you a Phantom?"
Yes he is also working in a software company where the people are getting called by the name of this superhero, if they happened to use staircase instead of lift ;-)
My Mom was very happy to see that I was sweating all over;
"enthenkilum aavette kurachu nadanna lakshanam undu"
----footnote---
The Pooram firework was cancelled on 1948 to give respect to Mahatma Gandhi and 1962,63 (unknown reasons). and on 2006 it was postponed to next day without much notice and I was @ cochin; A big loss for me :-(
Though my wish was to go to Pondy, I have exceeded my expectation . ente oru karyam.
Hence striking off the second wish.
I came to know the meaning of Avenger Advt. after a 764KM long ride on it from Chennai to Bangalore and back.
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I forgive Raveesh for the delayed start.
4.45PM -- 4KM -- Guindy
(later I understood that that was the right time to start the trip)
I forgive Jai-motor-service for not screwing the silencer guard properly
6.10PM -- 79KM -- Repair
I forgive the zipper-marker of Anoop's bag; Bijoy's NOKIA Mobile charger was lost through it.
7.00PM -- 131KM -- Vellore (Tea break-hotel Aarya- 20 min)
I forgive the persons who are responsible for NOT providing a ROAD-CLOSED signal and for NOT removing the sand near to the diversion that made me skid down result in a very minor injury on my right knee.
7.45PM -- 147 KM -- minor accident
(anyway I have learned the proper usage of power break.)
I forgive the people who have crossed the road randomly so that I missed a chance to chase the train on the parallel track like in Dil Chahtha Hain; I guess the train was @120KMPH and I couldn't accelarate more than 105 due to those people.
8.15PM -- 184 KM --Ambur (Tea Break)
I forgive the party workers who was almost blocked the road for a politician with the flag of rising sun.
9.30PM -- 251KM -- Krishnagiri
I forgive the state govt. for poor condition of their state. Failed to find a hotel near-by though high-way is great.
10.25PM -- 302KM -- hotel Shah inter (near Hosur)
(I felt that Kerala is great and it is a big single city)
I forgive Dhanush for keep me waiting at Silk board Junction.
11.30PM -- 333KM -- silk board junction
he is so caring; he was afraid that we might miss the road to his flat.
I forgive Ranjit for his miscommunication; I missed a chance to see him in blr
I forgive Melvin for not making himself available in the city at least by Sunday evening as he promised before.
I forgive Kairali restaurant at Madivala main road for not giving a meals on my expectation.
3.10PM -- 430KM -- Kairali Mess ; Start of our return Journey
I forgive the truck drivers who was moving very slowly at fast track.
4.20PM -- 475KM -- photo
I forgive Raveesh for confusing the turn at Krishnagiri. 2KM unnecessary ride to take a U-turn
5.10PM -- 517KM -- Krishnagiri
(without him I may not complete the whole trip ;-) and would have gone directly to AP ;-)
I forgive the shop-lady for not keeping the cold-water at her fridge.
5.40PM -- 544KM -- Tea( vellakkalnatham)
I forgive the service station who was done the service for Raveesh's Bike for not checking the odometer cable
6.30PM -- 591KM -- Pulsar Repair
I forgive John, my teammate, for sending an work related SMS with a warning that a hrash mail is waiting for me.
7.30PM -- 637KM -- Vellore (20 min tea break)
I forgive Raveesh for dragging a 15KM more after declaring a break; My buttocks were burning ; imagine a 95KM single stretch for a beginner
9.20 -- 732KM -- irigattukottai( near Sriperumbathur)
I forgive my father for NOT letting me for a Bike ride even to my Mom's house; just 22 KM away
10.20PM -- 764KM -- (D-16 KP towers)
All good fathers are so much concerned about their children.
Ride summary:
Chennai to Bangalore:
Route : Chennai , Vellore, Krishnagiri, Bangalore.
Top speed registered : 120 KMPH
Start time : 4.45 PM Friday
Stop Time : 11.30PM Friday
Speed composition
80 KMPH : 40%
100 KMPH : 25%
120 KMPH : 5%
Struggles :
Skid down on 147KM from the start (after Vellore)
Wrong side trucks/bikes
People on the road on a few places
Felt thrilling.
Bangalore to Chennai:
Route : Bangalore, Krishnagiri, Vellore, Chennai.
Top speed registered : 105 KMPH
Start time : 3.10 PM Monday
Stop Time : 10.20PM Monday
Speed composition
80 KMPH : 60%
60 KMPH : 20%
100 KMPH : 5%
Struggles :
3 sudden brakes
Wrong sided trucks/bikes
People on the road on a few places
Felt boring towards end;better choose an alternate route if any.
we had a alternative route through Chittor (AP).
I thank to God to give me a chance to forgive my father by a safe return
also I would like to extend my thanks
to Dhanush for his hospitality
to Bijoy for controlling my speed while I was going wild
Last but not the least
to Raveesh for inspiring me for a bike ride and guiding (covering) me on the road.
Targeting 334KM on Bike from Chennai to Bangalore under hot sun (36 degree min)
I am not sure how long I can go. (My longest achievement on Bike as of now is just 65KM only (TCR to SKP)
Alternative options
1) Return after 150 KM if the ride is not on my way.
2) If I reach Bangalore, take two day long sleep and return
(then why I am going there; can't I sleep here ?? ;-)
Anyway my eyes are always ON for Volvo services at any time :-)
Can I meet a stretch goal of my 2nd wish today?
Part II : Once WE lived there
While walking through the corridor near to chemistry lab, ...oh in fact nothing to remember, we don't have any lab exam for chemistry. Went directly to first floor where once CSEain ruled. we got a nice view to college ground from first floor. The steps(to 2nd floor) near to that remind me the busy final(some times first) preparation for the University exams.
After we moved to new block, it converted to Architecture Block :-( hence we lost a chance to reach the classroom where we studied for 2 years ( or 2 ½ ?) . (adding a file photo on the left side that carries the memories Formals Day ; just for a jada)
then moved to second floor and stuck in front of room number 300. It was locked;hence lost a sure picture;The classroom room with a view to the hills near by AIR; The classroom right above the head of Principal ; We spend our 3rd year almost completely there. had quite a few good photos there. adding one here
The first thing that might come to my college days might be some special 'device' we had. this can not be seen anywhere in the world( not even in museums). Yes it is our and our only college bus... A BENZ before our Independence Day
Once the school kids called it as "kaala vandi" (Bullock cart !!!) while we were travelling through Thrissur round. No wonder; kids have a capability of naming this correctly. Sainabi's Kid ,Jeesnamol, named it as a train after seeing the top view of the bus from 2nd floor, later she expressed her doubts "Umma is this a bus? " !!!
We used to travel in this bus even though there was a new bus in the same route.Yeah We knew its value ;-)
we walked out of the main building and reached near to the tree near to the hockey ground which is better known as Mech Tree. Soon Ranjith PB (the only CEO in the class) and Anupama joined us.
to be continued...
Apart from my first five wishes, I 've one more wish.
Talk to my crush. She looks like an angel in her blue churidar. Girls can quite impress me with their neat dress. She has a big eye. Usually I don't like big eyes.( believe me, George don't like Parvathi, A mallu actress with BIG eyes, on her advantage-able big eyes which is attracted by many people.) yet I could see a beauty on her simple face. felt a crushing feeling. What to do !!!
How to talk. if she was in my 'floor' !!!(George wish). I was thought about going right into her chair and talk something. but couldn't .
Am I too shy to talk to girls ?
or lack in Guts !!!
really don't know how to make a situation with a natural occurrence :-( Most sad thing is... whenever she came right infront of me, I just avoid her !!!! I don't know how to start with. Is she avoiding me too?!! May be she is also shy to talk to Christian boys or she might be lack in guts ;-)
Am I loving her? huh!!
Not sure about that. How can I love her with just face and name!!?
But there is something which I can not express.
Should I talk !!!
whenever I see her I feel pain somewhere inside? Is it on my heart or in mind?
If it is in my mind, I needn't bother about her. let her live on her way.
if it is in... my heart?!!! ... Am in a big trouble :-(
So in summary I need to monitor my heart better :-)
Adding my 6th wish to others.
---- edited----
drafted this entry a couple of months ago and done minor modifications though content remains same.
There is a difference while riding a Yamaha CruxR and Bajaj Avenger.
Yeah technically one is 109 cc while later is 179cc. one is with 4 gears others is with 5.
Still my mind is with the first one. I felt that it is more powerful than later; sorry it is my own opinion. I like the growling of CxR than the rumbling of Avenger. I feel the power even in its 4th gear. Many occasions I try to change the gear suspecting that I was in 3rd gear.( 3 more people I know have the same opinion; My Brother, My Cousin and My friend ;-) On other hand I felt that Avenger can't pull the slants in its 2nd gear where CruxR could do the same in 3rd.I am very aggressive while riding CxR; always make sure than I am riding more than 50kmhr.
Ok I am stop praising a foreign company. let us adore our bikes.
I like to ride Avenger comparatively slowly to enjoy the style maximum. Sorry I never felt like a God but a king of roads (Of course if no bullet types are around); I can see it in the eyes of people; a kind of admiration to the man who is riding a cruiser type. and some time people give way too; and at time some fellows try for a race.
Money wise I felt more value while bought a CruxR though it is 30k lesser; was a guest lecturer at that time and there is no money just to play with.
One of the reason why I picked out Avenger is the gear shifting method; same for both
5 years after my B.tech I drove in to the campus for the first time with Ikon. cool isn't it. the picture with BSA SLR came to my mind with which some time I went to the collage. Marked first entry for the get-together with Bijoy. smelled and took a deep breath of fresh mud after prev night's rain.
A few minutes later Manoj came and as usual started firing; why didn't us called him?!!! Soon Anil and Jiju joined. I never expected these much from Anil. Anil with long hair (tightened by a rubber band). Can you imagine?!! Jiju became a bit fat. still crazy about Cricket ! Playing for his company and it is his only exercise. Sooner vikas joined with his military type trousers.(did he was on Jail there; he got some number on that trouser ;-) within no time Manoj and he clashed on their 'philosophism'. No change even after 5 years. to whom should I blame !!
As expected Jubin joined us with wide open smile. "ellavarum ethiyo". shared
Anitha came with Sainabi and her daughter Jeseenamol. she is smart little kid though she was resist to mingle with us. but we were glad to see that she was not crying. she was ready to go with other 'Girls' in the gang and with Shanavas. religion effect ? Sainabi seems a little bit frustrated about that communalist joke and begged not to repeat.
"Joj anybody else to come?"
"yeah of course..Dhanush might be a bit late. PB and Abhi will surely join."
"Jimson and Anupama are on the way" -Bijoy Added.
As soon as he finished Abhilash appeared near to Milma booth.
"No 1", everybody screamed; he was the roll number 1 in the class. a bit fatter , working with/under/for PB, still resists to smile. we promised him that we will talk to PB to revise his perks. still he is not smiling; what to do ?!
"what is the plans guys?"
"wait for Dango, Jim and Anu. I don't think that somebody else will come"
"then"
"we just roam around the campus and take some snaps, tea from wimbis, lunch from Lucia most likely"
"why can't we try somewhere else for lunch ?"
the talk is disturbed with the watchmen(he seems to be)
"Are you old students of this collage"
"yeah"
"Did you saw that new board?"
"Yes"
He was pointed to a new sign board saying not to use the ground without permission. Did he expected some bribe? Anyway he dared not to disturb us further !!
Dhanush joined the party a little bit late with his Nikon D50 (with -24-80mm and 70-300mm Nikkor Lenses and Minolta X-300 with 50mm Minolta Lens) and we decided to move to our new computer science block where we attended the class/seminar nearly for a month. For me, my teaching days were greener than the student life there. taught there around 5 months and the final year students were my juniors. really nice experience to tame the people who think they are the best in the college and they have gave no value to the teachers.
After taking some snaps we went back through our favourite Cricket ground; one of the best in Thrissur. I am not sure which all are the pictures flashed through my mind. But definitely it includes the first ball I had bowled with stitch ball to our seniors in the association match, trying to keep the wicket for Jiju's First over (he was a tremendous blower and it is tough to collect his fast balls with half tampered keeping gloves), Played against st.Thomas' college (my pre-degree college; best team in TCR) and st Aloysius college , a few class matches. and for sure the memories of Super Six match and the claps was the brightest among them.
"As you would like people to do to you, do exactly so to them" - Luke 6:31
Simple words....still tough to implement in real life.
similar topic
Do you really think that your beloved one is getting good treatment at ICU [at night]?
Take care... my Uncle passed away the day before Y'day. We suspect that he was dead at 4AM and the ICU nurses didn't know it even after 5.30. and they played a cool drama to hide the fact. they asked his wife to buy some tea for him at 5.45 (why?) and called his daughter to ICU at 6 to show that he is head. His legs were ice-cold at 6. It will take at least one hour to become a dead body ice-cold!!!
The same unlucky Uncle has an experience in ICUs a month before. He has been said to my father that even after calling the sleeping nurse a couple of times, she didn't woke up and he made a loud noise to wake her up. Similar things happened to one of other relative too. They are telling that it is hell.
Why can't they allow at least one in the ICU?
Nobody in the world can take care of your parents better than you.
----------edit on May14, 2008 ----
Read another event from a Malayalam Blog here .
First time in my life I completed a English novel(was it a novel?) with more than 250 pages.
one night @ call centre by Chetan Bhagat.
only a few character set. otherwise I won't complete. of course other reason is that it is not in a very small font.
Happy to see that a big writter is also hating Cola. and he made me to think against pizza's too. And for sure not only call centre folks are wasting their talents !!! but lot more !!
Why do they require a genuine graphics designer/programmer to maintain their Java code base?
Why do they require a person who is capable of solving rhombic cube (also completed a Lisp program to solve the same) to maintain their mainframe?
why do they require a person who is very good at Theory Computers and Mathematical models to develop/maintain their network products?
All above said were my old b-tech classmates; now working at different MNCs.
And what @#$%^ thing I am doing here?
And why I sacrified all joyful moments of teaching ?
Just for money ?!!! (kassu enthayalum pulikkunnilla !!!)
might be two reasons:
I love programming too ; with out programming I can't live
Students are thinking that All teachers are worthless to get a software job, though they didn't ask me.
---footnote----
Even the drivers are wasting their time sleeping idle for the whole day in the parking lot ; of course in AC on their boss' account.
The only word I can say about Madhuchandralekha. A Rajasenan-Jayaram-Urvasi movie. naturally expected a show but felt desperate. total waste.
Poor Rave called us on next day and enquired about the movie. The sadists in our mind arose. we said that its a good movie; fun ; good story etc. So he went for the movie along with our unlucky neelu. We couldn't stop there. We suspected that he might run away after first half. So we called him after one hour the movie started. he was cursing us ;' yaar what a junk movie ; how could you say good about this movie and all' . But we confirmed 'Don't worry yaar ..the climax is wonderful, second half is ultimate'
"oraale vattakkubol enthu sukham"; its our pleasure to put somebody in a terrific situation.
Seems contradicting ?
On April first I had proved that we can save at least two screws from the gas stove; I mean one screw from each burner.
We ( I and aith) had planned to cook beef ourselves on that day; ourselves means without SMT. So I had called mom to know the 'algorithm' and 'code-flow'. She stunned me with her answer.
"Aavasyathinnu uppu, mulaku, malli, inji, manjal, masala podi , pacha mulaku, vellulli chertharachu ara manikkor beef-il kootti illakki vevikkan vachathinu sesham Aavasyathinnu kachiya meat- masalayum sabolayum athil cherkkuka !!!"
Here is a tough English translation.
"Take necessary salt, chili, coriander, ginger, turmeric, masala powder, green chilies, garlic and mix it with beef then keep it for 1/2 hour, put it on cooker for around another half an hour;then mix necessary roasted masala/onion to it"
"Mom... all I want to know is what necessary means?".
"Son... do you know the size of spoon I am using here?"
"no"
"I don't know the size of spoon you are using..then how can I say the amount !!"
Did she called me "fool" too ?
na.
May be my wild thoughts.
Anyway I decided to add 'necessary' amount of all those things. After half-an-hour we put it in the burner and turned the burner ON. though it turned ON, it's knob came out from it. Quality product!!!
So our attention turned into it. we successfuly found that one small screw (with max 7mm length and 1 mm width) was unscrewed down. how to screw it back ? it is very small and we don't have any screw driver even.
On further 'analysis' we found that it will be easy if we could unscrew a bigger one. we done it with a knife. and continue to screw 'the small' one. but still it was very difficult. On experimenting or say, reverse engineering with other burner, we found that we get wider area if we turned the knob a bit up. and successfully screwed 'the small' screw hence restored the knob to its original position.
While putting back the cooker to burner, we noticed that one bigger screw was simply laying near to the stove. !!! still the stove is working fine ;-)
As a member of 'Fools Garden' I am glad to do these kind of activities to keep my membership.
that too on our own day.
----- footnote----
My sister was 6 days late to born :-)
Ultimate Meera Jasmin Movie. Want to see her tricks !!! go watch it. you might feel that it is only 10min for the first half. And may see some director's trick too. two cool twists ...very smoothly... without your expectation... then second half. That time you will reach on a high expectation; sorry it may not reach upto that.
Just saw Meera Jasmin's face in the poster pasted on AVM, decided to watch it even without knowing it is Sanda Kozhi ;don't know to read Tamil :-( quickly finished the dinner at Campus (in front of AVM) and penetrate into our 'Tharavaadu' theater.(Watched many movies in the same one)
One twist was resembles to that of Madavan's move in the movie Run; Simply showed that he was frightened and acted as running away fearfully, finally trapped the street fighters into closed shutter. You may see a similar one in a different way. sorry for spoiling these much. still I bet you will not remember what I said now at that time. of course second twist is still waiting for you. Other than these three, I mean two twists + Meera Jasmin, do not expect further.
Cast : Meera Jasmine, Vishal, Raj Kiran and Lal
Director: N. Lingusami.
Accompanied to the show: Bijoy And Anoop
Post : Right after the movie (1.00 AM)
might be in my childhood :-? Not with my real sense.
Since I am interested in mangos a lot my father influenced me to plant some buds. Also he forced me to plant some coconut tree since it 'was' integral part of Kerala ( also it was a money earning tree). A Mallu proverb is strengthening the concept. "sambathu kalathu thai pathu nattal , Aapathu kalathu Ka pathu thinnam" ; If you plant a tree while you are rich, you may eat its fruit while you bankrupt/
May be one of the thought keep wandering on in my mind these days is "What I have done for my society ?"
I am not sure whether planting a tree is something worth for our Nation or not. Still I am going to do that.but where ? In Chennai ? Can I plant a tree inside my rented flat ?!!!! I didn't own any single inch in Chennai . neither in Thrissur.
But my father owns a land(may be around 1/4th of an acre) and belongs to a middle class family. He married a village girl before 30 years and has 3 descendants by now. Still She is a typical village woman with a great generosity towards nature and plants.No doubt that she inherited those qualities from her father who was a Head Master of a High School by profession and a farmer by birth.
Whenever she found a space in her small 'estate' she plants something. it was a kind of mini-forest. Believe me, the sun rays couldn't even touch a lion part of her territory. And was very cool to walk in between tree and most of the time with a bent head (not to hit the lower part of trees) .But later that forest was cropped down to build a home. You may guess her sorrow. Was grown up in Acres of land;then replanted to the heart of 'business' centre of Kerala; yet happily designed and maintained her own small land in the City. Now she is struggling to get a significant land to plant a big tree. :-(
What do you think ? How long she sits idle ? now she found that our terrace is enough strong to carry at least 1 banana tree + 10 Kolli kada + 5 'instance of' chembu etc. Also she planted green chili in between. Now she extended her territory to the roof too !!!
If I ask her "Mother, I wish to plant something, Advice me what to plant and where to?".She might faint down !!!or at least she will look at me with open eyes for long time. Whatever, at the end of it, she might Roll on floor laughing :-) and Say with a laugh "You ..you my son...". she has no expectation that I will follow her legacy on these matter compare to my bro or sis (they clearly shown their interest to help her before I though about it)
Or there is a chance for a serious comment too
"What happened my child, are you OK?".
...are lazy to wake up before sunrise. we are no exception. So we targeted to watch sun rise.
If you have room mate like 'aith' aka rbk, you need to just wish. he will plan/execute it on the very next possible time.
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This might be my 5th or 6th earliest wake up. First one was before 20 years !!!!
I woke up on 4AM to see Pope John Paul II. On February 07,1986 Thrissur was blessed to host the Pope.
This is not a 'yet another' entry for the girl in the church choir. but for the lovely choir itself. When I came to vadapalani I started search for a church and got a list of three churches. I felt that the church in kodambakkam is easily findable. went there and saw a beautiful church surrounded with trees and aquarium near by. (Also they built a beautiful grotto recently.)
That might be my forth Holy Mass in my whole life ! yet impressed by the atomosphere and the style of speech and of course the choir. they sang beautifully and though I couldn't follow the lyrics, the theme of the songs were easily stuck in my heart. The synchronization and the usage of words are perfectly matching not to lose the theme. most of them are teenagers and only a few boys.
They have a third generation choir too ! Kids ! less than 10 years old. ohh boy ! you *must* listen them. They are singing right from their heart with full voice they could. And by the advantage of innocence in their heart the theme is crystal clear.
That is the Rejoice !
I had thought that every English Holy Mass is like the same. Once I had enquired to Binny about the Church he goes regularly. It was very near to his flat and he had invited me to that church and I went there next sunday. From then only I had realised that there is something in my previous church and I gave a reverse invitation to Binny(2 KM from his flat). The result is... as far as I know he didn't go to the church near to his flat again (though it is in a walk able range!!!)
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If you failed to visit Fathima Church @ Kodambakkam on 9AM, please do watch the English movie 'Sister Act' to know the power of Choir. I did watch this movie Y'day hence motivated to write down this post. Yet another Good movie by Whoopi Goldberg aka Sister Mary Clarence.
what do you think? I've a few close friends, pretty good friends-circle and a very few of them are females. Then if you specifically ask about a 'girl friend' ;the girl who is thinking about me more often and the girl who want to be with me all the time; answer is NOT yet :-(
The girl in the church choir is not at all my girl friend as many people suspect or even she is not a crush to me. that is a mind wakening trick to get up in the morning and goto church. But it is nice to hear that "George, how is your girl in the church choir". A few of them are interested to take responsibility to talk to her about future ;-) and also in a few occasions I just threatened my mother using her name.
To get a girl friend, I need to talk her atleast once. Don't you think so ?
Am I too shy to talk to girls ?
not completely I would say. I think I am a reverse communalist. I don’t mind talking to a Hindu or Muslim girl if I intended to. Then what is the problem with Christian Girls. That to specially Mallu Christian girls. I don’t have any problem with taller or fatter girls too.
So where is the problem of my shyness?
Reason might be...
possibly...
I suspect that she is made from my own missing rib ;-)
Exactly 75 year by now. Three youngsters sacrificed their life for our nation. They have a vision ... they have an expectation... Do you value it?
Yesterday Morning I saw their faces on news paper and decided (with in no time) to watch Rang de basanti. Bhagat Singh was my childhood hero (still not much change) . I still remember the scene I was listening my father with wide open eyes while he was narrating his brave stories. I don' think that my eyes were wet while hearing that Bhagat faced his death with a smile. It was further open with pride.
Bhagat... We Salute your courageousness !
The first scene of the movie itself was impressive. Smiling face of Bhagat just before death with a special AR Rahman's music!. Though last scenes are unrealistic, the movie as total with its great theme is marvelous. Aamir Khan as DJ and Atul Kulkarni as Laxman Pandey were excellent though I like the Siddharth’s Bhagath Singh. Because that character is my all time hero :-)
I do remember the day I first sipped Coke. It was on 1996-world-cup; Ind-SL semi-final. Paid around 60 Rs for 2 bottles and planned to drink after
After a few months I changed my mind to Pepsi and finally stuck in sprite since it is colurless and felt more taste. And I was happy to see that Sprite contains less harmful ingredients (still more enough to trouble humans). Anyway thanks to Plachimada strike against Coke which atleast brought out some naked truths.
On ‘my’ latest new year I had thought about a new resolution and decided to quit Cola.
it is tough to ignore Sprite on each train journey.
I can not add Pepsi to Rum to deduce its intense smell and taste.
What I will drink after a trip or a ‘cricket’ match ;-)
A lot of hurdles!!!
Now I started carrying water along with me in train journeys. (I am used to it nowadays)
Only Soda (or chilled water) to Rum. (it is horrible; so eventually reduced to 1 peg and now not much interested ;-) . But sure I will go back to fulfill my fifth wish
Drinking Soda or tea or even lime juice after a trip. And quit playing Cricket ;-) “eliye pedichu illam chuduka” –its a mallu proverb to narrate the foolishness of burning your house in the fear of rats inside it. People have feeling that they must drink Coke after a cricket match. Or Ad guys think that people must do it. “Piyo siar udakke” ;F*** .
Now I would like to follow Mahatma Gandhi's path of 'The non-cooperation movement'.
"Quit-Cola save water"
"Lunch ?"
waiting for the response from Gopi.
"yeah... sure but from where"
"ohh akka on leave :-)"
"so let us try in Kerala mess", he selected the place soon.
"But it is 1.5 KM from here"
"pullu...So what...we've your Bike !!!"- he reminded.
ohh man ...I nearly forgot about it. as usual I am thinking how to get Bike from Rave!!! NOW why worry ..needn't wait for somebody's permission :-)
Also the cruiser changed our weekend style from-top-to-bottom.
No need of any plan in advance. just decide and cruise.
Instead of renting CD we went to satyam for Movie Taxi No 9211 (ultimate Nana Patekar movie, worth watching again) and Narnia ( IMO it didn't touched me anywhere :-( might be interesting for children; a few bit and piece of nice work though)
Even I forgot to check mails and got to know Ind-Eng cricket update.
Now I needn't wait for Binny's Bike to go to Church. or to football ground either.
After lunch on Sunday somebody suggested to cruise the beach shores. didn't took a second to decide what to do. I was pretty sure that Rave will also join for long drives. we six went to a local beach, 25KM away from room, with football.
Boy ...it is nice to play football in shore tooo... though not much easy to move on sand, it is fun to slide down for the ball. and bathe in sea. then stand in the cool breeze.
Ultimate trip.
In case if you want to know your colour, here it is
Yellow: "You are sweet and innocent. Trusted by many people, and have a strong leadership towards relationships. You make good decision and make the right choice at the right time. And always dreaming of Romantic Relationship."
Agree with the first statement. Don't you think that George is sweeeeet and innocent ;-)
Second statement seems to be motivating. Do he has leadership qualities???
He would always like to support the leader, do not wanna be a leader. In many occasion he was successful in assisting the leader. Agree that most of the people I know is ready to trust him. though I don't know the depth of their trust-ness'.
I am not sure about the third sentence. Is he a good decision maker !!!?
Confused :-?
Might be good in selecting his dresses. it is a very fast process. get into the show room, select the 5 to 8 th Shirt. It will not take more than 15min.
In life !!! I don't believe in his ability to make a fast decision.
And of-course he is always dreaming about a romantic relationship.
wanna carry her in both hands through out (until she weigh more than 65Kg ;-)
his chest will be her pillow !!!
she will wake up on his kisses. or otherwise :-)
mone dinesh!!!. stop this. reality might be very far away than your dream ;-)
footnote:
Yellow is not at all my colour. I like Green the Most. Next option is Blue;navy blue in specific.
Striking out the first target.
Guys, Are you ready ????
First... a few pending movies;
Rang de basanti, Narnia, Taxi No 9211.
Now I got why SMT was waking up atleast by 8 O'clock and why MOON is throwing light at the night. How 9 year old child can understand that Moon just reflects Sun light. If it is so, where is the Sun !!! okkie if your child is facing this problem, rent SMT's room and sleep with balcony door kept open. Kid will learn this theory as the first thing in the next morning. The huge 'Acrot Terrace', near to our flat, shines like a sun. You can not escape from it anywhere in the room.
Last Friday night, I slept in SMTs room with balcony door kept open and SMT was in a bangalore tour, pretended as if he is going for an interview. (his fiancée is in BPL, blr ;-)
Started the day with "Schindler's List". Needn't explain about Steven Spielberg's award-winning masterpiece. Heart touching movie; you can not take your eye from the screen. Even I continue to read the ending titles and all. And a call from 'Jamesbond' number "hutchxx007" brought me into present.
"Gopi !!!! Are you not in the room...I thought you are sleeping somewhere" , I surprise.
"No... I am in the company..what is the plan for lunch today?"
"shall we go Kumarakam then !!!"
"No ... I am thinking in another way ... why can't we cook ?"
"Chicken !!!!"
"No ..I dont like chicken flu worms ;-) what about cooking Fish"- Gopi was so interested to experiment with Fish.
"Fish for the first time ..that too without SMT..I dont think that it is a nice idea", a try to make him think in reverse way.
"Don't worry ...we will cook... with my sister's recipe". he was confident.
We went to Fish market. And felt that 'Ayila' displayed there was looking good. she asked Rs40 for 4 medium sized fish. But we were ready to pay Rs 60 ;-) We were tried to convince her that it looks so fresh to deserve a 60. but she was not ready to agree with that.It seems that she is not interested to waste time by arguing with us. She packed the fish and asked for 45.But we were not ok with that deal. Finally Gopi interfered us; 50 with cutting charge !!! At last she agree with Gopi's suggestion ;-)
Bought some more items in the list and returned back room.
took some turmeric+ chili + pepper + ginger + garlic + salt and put it into mixie.
"George... where are you !!! ..Are you a submarine to vanish as soon as I took my eyes from you.???"
"No da... I am cutting Onion as you said. and my eyes are free to see 'Coming to America'(;an Eddie Murphy movie). Gopye... nowadays you have no faith on me. You see how obedient I am".
"Then who will grind the coconut ?"
"You may do it or use the readymade powder. Don't expect me to remind you all things in your life"
kee kee... kee kee
Ohh reminder to return back the rented CDs ;-)
....
why long to write!!! (enthinathikam 'parayan')
At last Fish Curry ready ;-)
"Gopye ...Let me taste. "
"Don't taste the fish... check only curry ;-)"
...
"Dai ..something is missing"
"May not..we followed the list very properly, right".
"Did you switched on the gas stove ;-) ..kidding".
"I think ..we have missed tamarind. "
:-(
"Call your Mom and ask what to do"
...
Finally everything is ready.
On the right time... here comes our kalakaran. :-)
...in this company!!! Joined the company on this date with Pankaj, my X-roommate, X-colleague.
A company in networking field; I have no idea about networking before.
A company with freedom based on trust.
A company on flexi-timing ; I love this. and hate this on other hand.
This company provides me a platform to work on a OS which I never dreamt about.
Unlike my brilliant classmates, I got a chance to use the 'Tool' C.
Though I am in 3rd year, frankly I say I am in 3rd month. Only last couple of month, I started a feeling that I am working for something. Rests of the days are a normal yasj. just fixing bugs !!! Now I have a bit dreams to do something. Let us see.
Ok leave the junk part of it. translating it to a Tamil Way.
Ennada ezhuve.... matterukku Vaada...
Common roomies.... where to go tonight !!!
Off topic:
Happy woman's day to all women readers of this blog.
Company celebrated 10year long engineering partnership with our great client. I *must* agree the event organization power of employees here. a week back, the sportday we had celebrated clearly shown the power Scrudees + Admin guys. you know... the best event without the support of higher management is our Onam only. a 40K bash. A good show by mallus with Karala style competitions. This time it is Aparna and KP; mallus again.
All the cultural programs were really good. started with lamp dance... + A fantastic dance by Mina and malar for taal se tal mila. It was a feast for eyes. then a few talks. And here comes the dancer 'Neelu'. It was worth watching once again. A suprub show by Ezhil, he was also there in folk dance with Yassar. then Binny's all time hit, MIME. The stage program was end with a chained Tamil chitramala from 1930s to 2006.
After delicious dinner, one Danppan koothu on the dance floor. "we will...we will rock you" again. Felt like a college day. just forgot myself. I don't know from where the energy came into my vein !!! blasted again with Hindi, tamil fast/slow songs.
Footnote by SMT(a Visteon employee):
If a company provides so much freedom, whatelse you can not do?
...I need to plan what to do. Do you have any suggestions?
Here is my plan in draft !!
1) Buy a new bike, most likely cruiser type; and majority vote for Bajaj Avenger ( sooner) (Done)
2) A trip to Pondy in the Bike, likely in End of March 06 (Done)
3) Drive my Car from Thrissur to Chennai.(End of June 06) (Done)
4) A fly to Goa with Melvin and all (3rd week of Oct 06)(Done)
5) Drunk until vomit. (Any time ;-)
6) talk to my crush ( Never ; I Afraid )
7) Himalayan Treck (December 06)
8) My primary wish : (I want to get married next year.) (Done)
9) plough a field with a tractor !!! ( if wishes die ..you dead)
it started again after 5 months. wake up in the morning is the nicest thing to do in a Day. you will get a lot of time to spare. to read news paper. to do some kind of exercise. want to study something(who will do !!!!).
Most important is we can see our roommates !!!! :-) start chit-chat on the morning itself. Plans for the weekends ! Movie reviews ! what so ever coming into your mind. My roommate, SMT, is a communist. So topic might be related to that ... it will travel across the world... religion ... and what not !!!!
Back to football, As Usual we gathered near our tea shop and a plain 'T' to start with and marched towards the ground. Everybody was tired in just 10 min and continued for 35Min. This time pretty a few new joinees in the group. I don't know how long they will play. Anyway it is good to see around 12 guys to play around.
And of course, lime juice at the end; without it, it will not be an end !!