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She (or he) is not the first one who is disturbing (or entertaining) me Anonymously.

It’d started from my 9th standard at my tuition centre. Usually I don’t like to write something on the desk (in short, father told me not to write). In spite of his warning, once I wrote something on my desk. It already had some name, pictures, lines etc. So once I got bored of some topic, I wrote a poem. Ok I am not poet; it was a poem from some great minds. I don’t remember what it exactly was. Yet, I am adding some interesting lyrics for a sample.

“Some people think that love is foolish
While others think it is a game
I feel love is a fire.
I am burning up in your flame”
-Gary Barlow

One anonymous comment appeared in my desk as reply in an appreciative tone. chumma... For fun I just replied back....it continued everyday... there was not an inch on that desk with out a comment.

After a few months, it was difficult to distinguish the new comments from the old ones. And it was great fun to write comments back on the least reachable spaces :-) We had chat through the desk, we argued, we fought !!!

I wondered who he was?

Surprisingly I found one thing. Those comments might be from a girl. but if yes, she is in 10th. Boy’s and girl’s sides were swapped in these two classes. Otherwise it should have been from an 8th std boy. But I successfully eliminated the latter by the time of comments and the class schedules.

I don't think that she ever knew me, or neither do I . But, I remember it was great fun.

While “Fan from Venus” started commenting in my blog, I simply smiled. Is it he or she? Who wants to play with me? I am confused. But I was pretty sure that I'll write an entry for my fan sometime.

---footnote---
My second drawing on my desk was during my final year B.Tech. The subjects were too boring so that we even started playing niraoppikkal!!

Don't get confused by name. This is the board diagram ...


Surprisingly this took a convenient space on all desks in a short period. Engineers!!! and their 'creativities' ;-)

http://techbytes.co.in/experimental/bypass.php?url=http://YOURID.blogspot.com/
(Kadapaadu: http://www.deeshaa.org/2006/07/18/how-to-beat-the-blog-censorship/)

or http://pkblogs.com/YOURID
(eg: http://pkblogs.com/yasj)

A 4 and half year old boy was watching his father doing slight-hair-dye-touch using a hair-dye-brush.He was confused to figure out why his dad is doing this? Yet he didn’t ask anything.

Next day he took one brush and dipped into his_own_made_mud_water and he started ‘beautifying’ his hair. His father was surprised to see this and didn’t realize what exactly he was doing. So he went near to him for a closer look.

That poor father got angry not only because for his kid playing with mud …but also for…
it was his tooth brush !!! Even his dad suspects that he might have dipped same brush into toilet to imitate their servent, who cleaned it on previous day!!!

This Kid is also famous for his Reverse offer and for imitating one dialogue perfectly just-in-time.

9 or 10 years back. Two weeks to go to the entrance exam.

"I won’t let you play football in this tournament", Appachan (Dad) showed a Red card to George before the kick-off of the Parish-football-tournament itself!!! He didn’t want George to get injured before the exam. We were in short of players. But he was not convinced with any of George’s arguments. His Dad was very strict.

So George was so sad and was forced to wear the dress of assistant coach and it was very easy to handle the team because half of the team was his own family members. Anthony elleppan
(George’s Uncle: Coach/Mid-fielder, Gincettean (elder cousin: Defender), Georgettan (elder cousin who grabbed that name before ‘George’ the author: Fast Forward), Raju (his brother) (Does he know the game?!! ;-): Defender. Joseph (George’s childhood friend also an awesome Goalkeeper in the parish itself)

On the tournament Day morning: George also followed the team to the ground for giving moral support. Slowly ground filled up with supporters of both the teams and other parish people which included his father's friends who knows him very well, though he doesn’t know many of them.

Match started. Since Goal keeper was strong enough so that he managed to save five sure goals in the first 10 minutes itself. The opponents were the runner's up in the last tournament. And they have three excellent players. So, we didn’t put much effort to get the first goal on 12th min. 15th min there came the second goal. So tension mounted on our side and Coach-cum-midfielder-cum-Uncle gave an action to George to play and he will take care his father. Though confused on the first moment, the pressure and the energetic atmosphere made George to replace his brother.

"ente st.thomas punnivaalaaa...kappathu (grace to St. Thomas)”.Somehow we managed not to get any more goals till the half time.

Before the beginning of second half, we’d put up a game plan. The whole plan depended on Georgetten our fastest forward and shaju, the midfielder. But the game plan was interrupted. The opponents know Georgettan very well and their game plan was to mark him with an extra defender. And Shaju was misplaced himself in between the game. So Anthony mappila himself became young at the age of 35 and took control over the ball. He gave a short pass to George who was the only unmarked person at that time.

George received the ball and moved up through the left side. And he managed to dribble the mid fielder and gave pass back to Anthony Mappila. Quickly he returned back to George where he was in position to shoot the Goal for 100% sure.

Only Goal Keeper and Goal post…. He kicked the ball a little bit forward to get the enough momentum to shoot. Suddenly the angry face of his father came to his mind. If he scored a Goal definitely his father would know somehow. He got confused. So he moved a step forward towards right.
"adi eda (shooooot)", Command from Anthony Mappila...

But George was still confused and moved further right and realized that it was a foolish move. Now, Goal keeper has a half chance to block the shot from that angle. Their defenders were flying towards George and one just reached to George. Tension mounted upon both sides. Quickly he came back to the game spirit and He didn't wait further… turned to left and an extremely low ground shot to the left corner of the post.

Goal !!! George wide spreaded his hands on the triumph but immediately closed his face and sat down. He knew that the punishments were waiting for disobeying his dad.

"Kallakeeda kutta (Well done my boy)", appreciation from the coach and he could easily read George's mind. "I'll take care of your father", he gave guarantee. At last we received two more goals happily from the Champions of the tournament and packed back to home.

George was not interested to go home immediately. He was searching for a lie to convince his dad. He realized that punishment for a lie would be severe than disobey. So he went home and planned to hide all broomsticks. Yet he didn’t. If his father failed to find any broomstick and he will take a patta-vadi (heavy stick) from somewhere nearby. It would be much worse.

As soon as he reached home he lied down on the bed and pretended to be fast asleep.

"njan venda ennu paranjittum nee kalichu alle (Did you play without my permission ?!!)", His father was a bit angry. But his voice was in a low tone only, which surprised George. Anger was only in words; not in the tone. Did Anthony mappila was able to convince him ?!!!

"Actually..." George searched for words and avoided a chance for lie. He perfectly knew that his father respect the honest reply.
"Umm...", surprised reply.
His tone can be read as this.

"Neeyathu purathu adichu kalanjirunnekil ninte katha njan kazhichenne". If you didn't score that one... you might be 'killed' by my hand now.

----Footnote----
My unit again appeared for this tournament for the second time. And they didn’t even remember the legend who scored one and only one goal for the team. May be they thought about avoiding my travel from Chennai to Thrissur and back. They might not be aware of how much I was interested in playing against the same team now.
This time too, we lost against them for 2-1. The goal was scored by Githin, a 15 year old boy, son of Anthony elleppan. Surprisingly Anthony mappila also played for the team, second time. He is in his mid 40s.

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Do you think this one was a long post? ha ha …actullay I cut to half after my editor’s expert advice. Still, if you have no other way to kill time, read the first comment, The original post.

Sometime back, “Himalaya” means Everest and Himalayan trecking was almost a “Mission Impossible” for me. In my earlier opinion, a normal person just can’t do that. But recently, a few of my colleagues had gone for a Himalayan trecking for 10 days. That gang included youngsters, old folks and even lollipop girls. Then why can’t I?!!

And this thought made me adding one more to my bachelor-ship wish list. Targeting this December to treck Himalaya.

Anyone else is interested?

I don’t know what to write about me. Really confused how to start my Orkut profile.However, here it goes.

I am very talkative.
I like to talk about myself. Ahankaram (self-false-pride). That is why this whole blog exists.
I like to talk about you. Chumma Maniyadi (just praising you). Add some comments please ;-)
I like to talk about my friends. See, my friends are too big guns.
I like to talk about events. Look look look my general knowledge are up-to-date (what does that mean?)
I like to share jokes. Chirikkuka, mattulavare chirippikkuka. (laugh and make others laugh), that’s George’s policy of jokes.
But I am a bit shy to talk to a girl without any reason. Simply, I just don’t know how to kick start a flirting session.

I am very regular in a few things. I am very lazy to do a few things.

My initiative capabilities started challenging me now. Njan vittukodukkilla. I’ll continue as Idle.

I like to play Football very much. Sorry don’t think that it is a World Cup mania. I’ve been playing Football for the last 15 years. In a few occasion I like to travel aimlessly!!! Sometimes, I like to walk for long distance (5 KM at a stretch is my current record).

I love Programming and Teaching as well. If someone offers me a job that demands 4 days programming and 1 day teaching, I’d love to accept it with no hesitation.

I am a bit Orthodox Christian. Reluctant to change religious thoughts.

I believe that I am very versatile, easy to approach. What else? You tell me… Just click on the “comments” link below and help me improve my GK on the subject “About me”

[I am ok even with anonymous comment]

Sarah’s post in her immigrant-in-canada kick-started me to write this post. This is purely my opinion and do not mean to offend Sarah or anyone else.

Why should women use scarf in church?

Clearly it is to show our respect to the GOD we worship. Then why should ONLY women to cover their head? Partiality?

Old- testament says that those with long hair (men or women) should cover their hair while praying!!! How the long hair has become disrespect? Watch Brahmins [or kings]; they do keep long hair just to show their supremacy. If you think that you are superior to your GOD, fine ..it is all upto you. He may not be going to punish you for this reason. It is all human imposed rules to improve the quality of your worship. God may not be interested in some fake show!! If somebody follows his words, he (Jesus) considers him or her as a friend (HE says); So, for sure he will not ask a friend to show respect.

Why should we fast one hour before Holy-communion?

It is more scientific than religious aspect, I guess. You can concentrate sharply with an empty stomach. You can concentrate more on your prayer. There was a history of 6 hours restriction to the same in Church. Later it found that it is tough for common people to take owe like this. So it was cut down to 1 hour + 3hour long Holy Mass (effect 4 hours). Later length of Holy Mass shortened to one hour. So effectively 1+1=2hours. Now it is explaining that one hour is included in the length of the Holy Mass.

Other reason might be to improve your Aasa-adakkam (self control) against food. That is why Christians (at least Kerala Christians) are asked to refrain from eating meat on Fridays.
I clearly remember my brother’s weak argument to resist Appachan. In his opinion, all these things are cost-cutting methods of his grand-father (or his great-great-great grand father ;-)

A word to end with:
I never did a research on these topics but I heard it from my father and seemed logical. Do whatever for keeping your faith, it will be good.

---Edit--
My concept is a bit wrong; read Wesley's comment to know what Bible says

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CPU-HOG
Thursday, July 20, 2006

It is a technical term to indicate that some dirty process is using the CPU for a longer time…

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If you happened to read the post called CPU-HOG, it was too early !!!
It was my mistake..instead of hitting draft, I pressed on Publish.

That entry was supposed to post @ July 20. So moving it to draft-mode.

[Sorry Anon for confusing you]

I had failed to complete my final year project (Can we say that we have started it?). I did a pay back: Did 3 commercial projects to someone with out getting much money.

My teachers taught me about the beauty of indentation (while writing code).
So I forced my students to do it. Even my below average students knew indentation;
ok they may not knew the logic. Sorry dear students, if it was too painful

I had wasted a lot of time sitting idle.
It was a great pain seeing my students idle.
Sorry my teachers, I can understand the pain u felt :-(

I had failed in DS lab; it was my favorite. This is the one and only one failure in University exams. So I wanted to show my lecturer what I was capable of; I become stronger in C.

Hence I sentenced my better students to ‘suppli’ if they didn't perform well(1) (It took a lot of time to decide) Later one of the students came back saying thanks (after their supplementary exam) !!!

Even I was surprised to see their improvement. You must see them; "Sir, This is the algorithm,... this is the program,... this is the output,...and if you are interested, these are the fault recovery mechanism I did !!!" . I could clearly read from their face, "Anything else to do?". Exactly it was my state of mind after my suppli exam(2). But..

Sorry sir, I forgot to thank you for my suppli.

Usually I skip a few portions (in fact, most of the portions) while studying.
But was forced to study the same while teaching.
Sorry students if you couldn't understand it well.

I got a good service in my life. Just Rs10,000 to complete my B.Tech.
I paid it back: I was a teacher in a GEC for one year.
Sorry if I was idle/neglected my students for sometime.

2 and half years I hunted for a job. I mean to get a decent Software job.
2 and half years I enjoyed my life here.
Sorry my dear employer for wasting your time in bloging at your expense.
I'll either quit bloging or your firm or both.
or even I'll start blogging from my home.

I hate people who scores high marks except a few (genius like Gopakumar)
Now I realize that as a student our job is to score marks. You deserve a standing ovation.
Sorry for calling you a ‘Pusthaka puzhu’ (book worm) at that time.

In the first 21/2 years I have upgraded my skills and,
Next 21/2 I’ve spent degrading It.
I feel sorry for not developing anything new as my initiative

I know the problem's of an interviewee; I had faced it a lot.
Still as an interviewer I failed to help them. I could only pointed out their weak points :-(
May be it is not an interviewer's Job to help them. Still I feel too sorry about it.
Hopefully they will grow stronger.

Last but not least:
I had copied from other’s answer paper a lot of times and managed not to get caught
and thought my teachers were fools.
While I was a teacher, I realized why they didn't catch me.(3)

[The End]

---footnote---
(1) "if they didn't perform well": 'well' in the sense I expected at least some output from them. or at least I want their program logically correct.

(2)Most likely my lecturer desired that from me. Be stronger!!!
Sir, did you failed in your exam like this?

(3) There is a word called (student)-self-esteem.

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Part V: Lonely, tough times
Part IV : Hostel Life
Part III : Changes
Part II : Once WE lived there
Part I :Touching 5 years after we split

From my childhood itself, I dreamt of having a pen friend like my father had. They exchanged coins and stamps each other. Hence he got a few Malaysian, Singapore, French coins etc. So I wished if I had a pen friend !!!

My ‘command over’ Queen’s language from my birth forced me to think reverse. I never thought about a pen-friend like relationship even while I had started the blog. But now I am realizing that I have a few friends in the net :-)

I happened to see this blog somehow and was impressed by his voice. I had never seen him before but familiar with his voice. And he might not have imagined how I looked like. But he knew what all things are happening in my life through my blog. Within a few days we became friends and was surprised to know that he is also sharing my home town.

Last weekend I went home and decided to meet him. He agreed with in no time. Hence we met at our ‘default’ meeting place, City Centre. That place is very easy to access and in the center of the City. He was very cool and friendly. And you may read his opinion about us.

After reaching home I realized that I accomplished my childhood wish for a ‘pen-friend’. Sharing coins might be pointless but we share our viewpoints about many things.

Picking up Dhanush's Tag.

4 jobs I’ve had:

1. Software Engineer : on going
2. Teaching: Guest lecturer at GEC and Ad Hoc at NIT(very short time): 4 years back
3. Librarian: 5-10 years back
Not as a profession ; yet a nominal amount I received just for Tea; chaayakaasu thadanjirunnu.
4. White hair pluck-er; around 15-20 years back;
Thanks to all my uncles who hates hair dye :-)

Charge: 5 paisa for a single white hair.
Speed: 14 hairs in a minute (depends on uncle's head ;-)
Max Fouls: 6 in an hour.
plucking two or more hair at time considered as foul !!! (it was painful for them)
and plucking a black hair was a serious foul. need to pluck 5 white hair to compensate.

managed to buy poppins, ice-sticks, panjaramittai, naranja satthu.

4 films I could watch again and again:
4 x 4 x 4 is better yaar.
I am a movie craze.

see my profile for a short picture.
Or follow this link for a mad picture;

4 places I’ve lived in:
1. Thrissur (23 years)
2. SKP (one year)
3. Calicut (one month)
4. Chennai (2 years)

Ohh man where is my one year gone. lost :-?
May be lost in this bloging ;-)

4 TV series I like to watch:

1. TV is a waste of time and it is a Devil's box ;-)
2. Comedy programs like 5-star-thattukada
3. Friends and Pogo
4. TV Malayalam junk Serials just to irritate Ammachi.

4 places that I’ve been on vacation to:
1. Ootty,
2. Kodaikanal
3. Munnar
4. Again Ootty, Kodaikkanal, Munnar (loop 2 times)

4 websites I visit everyday:
1. gmail, yahoo mail boxes
2. My and My Blog-mates sites.
3. NDTV , rediff at the time of Cricket
4. ICICI. (lakshagalude thirimarikal; playing with millions)

4 books I’d love to read again and again:

Not a reader at all. only a (blog) writer
Not yet completed a English novel with more than 300 pages
Yet taking the advantage of an old librarian
1. I like detective novels. Completed all Agatha Christi/Sherlock Holmes novels I believe.
2. A few dramas
3. a few Malayalam classics
4. Famous Five. Only I know how I finished this series.

4 favorite dishes:
1) Chicken any format. Chicken biriyaani is easily available.
2) Fish Curry With Kappa or Appam
3) Beef curry with any eatable (later is an optional)
4) Kanji with
a. PayaruKari + any pickle preferably Mango pickles
b. Chembu/Kappa + Curd + any pickle

4 places where I’d like to be right now:
1. At Home.
2. At Goa.
3. At Chennai for longer time. !!!
4. Switzerland or Singapore or UK or Dubai.

4 people I’m gonna tag:
1. Sujith
2. Anoop
3. Tanuja
4. anyone may take this

Stunned to see your brutal heading 'performance'. In a second how could you become a devil?

Though I was on Italian side, I wished for French victory (for a moment) !!! …I would like to see you in dressing room watching your team carrying WC. That punishment may not be enough. Saala.

I am too sad. another Burden of a fan :-(

I am already declared that I am a (born) Argentinean fan. One reason might be Maradona and his magic performance stuck right in the heart. Other reason is their fair play and the beauty of their pass. Is that Burden?

Not exactly, but I hate to see Brazil winning. I hate to see they playing well (ok leave this WC). I hate to see all other good teams. I always wanted to see Argentina on the winning side!!! Is it not a burden?

Yes. I failed to see the good game by others. I always tried to find mistakes of Rolando (I hate him from the very beginning of his career since he is scoring (just) goals. Though Ronaldinho was my favourite player, I am trying to compare him with the cool minded Argentinean play maker Riquelme. I like to watch only Messi, not interested in Rooney. I like Maxi Rodríguez not C. Ronaldo of Portugal. I don’t even bother about Totti and tony of Itali. I like Argentiean defender Ayala not Cafu; just because he is playing well!!! It is a question mark against my sportsman spirit. Is that not a burden?

I like to call Brazil as a gang of Old men. See this mimicked poetic line to explain above said. Vayasanmar oru koottam niranju brazilil.(they proved it in this WC too). I spend enough time to demotivate Brazil fans trying to find out the mistakes of Brazilian waves.

In the first QF, Argentina lost against Germany. Though I was afraid of it before, the match result pushed me into absented mind of next day morning. Is it not a burden of fan? I have no idea How to defend Rave, a blind Brazil fan. Many time I argued with him in a single point.
“Brazil might be a group of Great Players, but that is not a big thing until they played well”
“Yaar Brazil is like that only. They will play well only against good teams”
“Why can’t they play well against other teams?”
“Even without it Brazil can win”
…it goes on like anything… as face to face debate …as long mails… as forwards … as chat box..
Is it not a burden of fan?

Even sometimes I afraid that this fight might affect our friendship badly. Somebody… somewhere is playing and we are scarifying our friendship !!!. Just for no reason. Ohh Man.

Ok see the other side.
After Argentina lost I thought that it was end of my WC!!! But it was not. Actually my WC starts from that. I didn’t feel bad about Germany. Argentina played well, but not good in Penalty. German goalkeeper, Lehman was good enough to beat two Argentinean players.

I was not interested in Italy since they narrowly escaped from Australia. But even without that penalty Italy could have defeated them in extra time. They played well against Ukraine.

I was able to enjoy Portugal’s fight against England. I hate England’s irritating defensive play. So for a moment I supported Portugal. Ricardo’s 3 saves in Penalty was marvelous.

Before Brazil VS France match, let me introduce my family. My brother, Raju, is a Fan of small small teams. In his words he took enough pain to make Ukraine upto QFs. Now he is on France side since they are small compared to Brazil? My father, A Brazilian fan.
My mother supports India ?!!!
“Mom, India is not playing in WC”, I tried to convince her that we were not even qualified to play in WC.
“So what ? it is not my fault. It is yours, youngster’s, fault not to make India in WC”, she became ‘philosophical’.
Entammo Pidichathinum valiyatha Alayil (1),Hence I step backwards.

I am a neutral viewer. To Support my brother I reminded my father about 98 Finals. I reminded him that France played well against Spain (Raju ‘support’ed Spain a lot at that game ;-). And to support my father I reminded my brother, “Brazil play well just in time” (Copied this words from Rave).

After first 30 minutes of that match, I watched Zizsu’s magic performance and gave a warning signal to my father.

“ingane poya Brazil tholkkum” ( There is a fair chance for Brazil to loose this game). I tried to provoke him.

He seems cool, “Yeah, I too doubt about Brazil now.. but Brazil… they can’t…hope so..let us see..”
Look at his reply… he was in a bit tension while I was cool. See this is the burden of a fan.
Even I feel a bit sad to see the last Latina American country’s exit from the tournament. But I enjoyed France’ game well. See I am free from the burden of a fan.

Germany Vs Italy: My mind was with Germany since they played almost all game well compare to Italy. But I didn’t surprise to see Italy’s victory. Aaru jayichalum thottalum enikkentha (I don’t mind who or who lost). It is none of my Business.

France Vs Portugal: I was confused to whom to support. Both are playing well. But my mind was with Portugal. They played well. Yet lost. What is it to me?

Now waiting to watch The Final: Italy Vs France
I doubt about France’s capability to penetrate the Italian defense.
If Zidane misses the ball … Italy will kiss the WC.

Footnote (1):
Pidichathilum valiyatha alayil:
It is a mallu phrase to indicate that more troubles ahead.
Background: we killed a snake and found a snake hole nearby.
We are expecting a snake of same size inside that hole.
Unexpectedly it might be a bigger one.

Another surprising event was in 10th standard. Here also the central attraction was a Christmas card. Unfortunately my aunt was there and she happened to receive the Christmas card. She got stunned to see the address.

Nikhitha 'George',
D/o 'George' John C,
xxxx house,
xyz street,
abc P.O.
Thrissur.

... She almost fainted. She wondered; how could I have a daughter at that age of 15?

She put me into the 'court' and started cross-vistharam (trails). Even I couldn't believe myself. What I have done? Adultery!!! at that tender age?? Frankly, I was not even sure about the complicated process to become a father. I thought that just sleeping with wife was enough (PS: only with wife). What an innocent boy I 'was' !!!

"I don't have any wife yet. Then it is impossible to become a father!!!" I argued with my aunt.

"Ayyeda... ellam oppichu vannittu ...njan onnum arinjilla (are you acting as innocent after doing all wrong things?) ", she had no plans to leave me.

"enthonnu oppikkan ..(I didn't do anything...)", I was searching for some logic to defend.
"... I didn't slept with anybody", I tried to convince her.

"That was the problem...if you just 'slept' , this will not happen", She confused me.

I was totally lost. I couldn't understand what she was talking about. Her last sentence was contradicting with my beliefs. So I suggested her to read that address again.

Everything in the address was ditto same with my address except my house name. But that too where similar. Both were starting with "Ch..."

Yeah he was staying in the same lane and he had a daughter studying at 8th. Hence I became a father of 8th std girl at the age of 15!!!

However, at the end of that event I got a chance to meet a beautiful girl and her beautiful elder sister. Still both of them exchange smiles remembering all these things.

---footnote---
My name is unique in company's people finder and client's large employee database as well. Yet, we (four of us) share the same name there in my locality. and Nikitha's (that name is fake) father and I share same father's name + initials and was living in same street for some time.

Argentina lost against Germany :-(


End of my World Cup 06.

Read what Jesus says:

"A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another."
John 13:34-35

And his definition for Love might be difficult to follow :-(

⁴³:"You have heard that it was said, 'Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.'
^44:But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you,
^45: that you may be sons of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.
^46:If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that?
^47:And if you greet only your brothers, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that?
^48:Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect."
Matthew 5:43-48

But he was not just blabbering. He is the Way, the Truth and the Life!!!

^34:Jesus said, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing."
Luke 23:34

what I meant to say is that Baptism is not the first or final word to become a Christian.
kurachu bhuthimuttannu. It is a bit tough to be a True Christian:-(

In my college (Pre-degree) days, I astonished when I got a Christmas greetings from my first crush (DD). It was like a cool breeze. I felt like… Ok njan chalamakkunilla… let expert do their work yaar. Hence, I am copying a beautiful song from John Denver.

You fill up me senses like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses come fill me again.

Come let me love you, let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you
Come let me love you, come love me again.
-From Annie’s Song ; John Denver.

In short I felt it like I got a letter from Heaven. I had not even talked to her before. But I suspected that she had also a crush towards me. So, naturally I was happy to receive a letter from her. Ambdi kalleee. I rushed to share this experience with my friends. They were also very excited and forced me to write back. They suggested sending New Year greetings to her.

I was much exited. I thought about getting money to buy. If it were for Christmas, it would be easy since I only need to do some minor adjustments while buying the cards in bulk. So, I was so sad. At that time my friend told me that he had a spare New Year greetings card. And he had given it to me. While I was writing the message in that card, suddenly a smiling face of my friend came to my mind. It was unusual.

I rewound all events back. He suspected that I have some feelings towards her much early stage though he is not sure. He was not my close friend. Yet, he knew some bits and pieces. Was this his play? I wound back his smile again and again... yes. There was some crookedness. He was a miser in first place. Still he gave a New Year card. Ok, he may share things with me, I agree. But how come he got a 'spare new year card'? We usually don't send New Year greetings alone!!!

I didn't take much strain to find the similarity of his smile with that of Siddique/Jagadish in "Pavam Pavam Rajakumaran". An old Malayalam movie; Srinivasan was the victim there.

If he didn’t force me to send a card…
If he allowed me to buy the card somehow…

...This blog might be something else.
...There is a minor possibility that she would be mine like in that movie!!!

Yeah I know I was a bit late ;-) here goes Dhanush's Tag.


5 people who top your shit list….. and why:
No one in this hour or day; hence nobody.
But in General,
1) People who waste so much food in hotels.
2) US for trying to intrude into other nations
3) My uncle who treated his children separately ; resulted in ...
One of his son still holding just a pre-degree though he was the highest mark holder in my BIG family both in SSLC and Pre-degree.
4) Girls/Women wearing sexy dresses(I like to see them, but hate the person ;-)

5 Close brushes with death/danger:

1) During my Pre-degree days, nearly escaped from bus tyres
2) Once from a new dividers set in the middle of Thrissur round; Thanks David, Your breaks were powerful than Samson's Disk Break at least for that micro second, I felt.


5 Preferable modes of suicide, in descending order:

Not interested to suicide, may be afraid of or I can manage sad situations in a couple of seconds.

5 Guilty pleasures:

1) Sleeping after lunch; SMT simply says "Remember, GOD is watching all these"

2) Calling my friends at mid-night; hey 11.30 is not a mid-night.

3) Smell my hand after meals with fish curry.

4) Switch on my 'Bose' whenever I get time; most likely early morning to disturb SMT ;-)
Do you know, I was very happy when downstairs neighbours were complained about its bass. paisa mothalaayi ;-)

5) Just watching movies; see the real picture here.

5 things you never want to forget:

1) Promod sir and his family for their complete support.
2) Year 1996. Most remarkable year in my life.
My potentials were used a lot in this year, I believe.
3) My job hunts.
4) SKP and my students.
Last but not least:
5) My friends from childhood to till date for their unconditional support.

5 things you wish to forget:

enthoram mistakes aa ee jeevithathil chaithu koottiyittullathu...
(Done a lot of mistakes) but minor things... I forgot almost all.

5 really exotic dishes you have tried

1) Fish cutlet cooked by Ammachi (my mom)
2) Beef curry by her sister
3) Puli chamanthi by my brother
4) Meen chuttathu by Ammachi. see my lips.
5) Chicken Tikka anywhere

5 crushes/loves in your life…

JJ (JJ crush on another JJ; cool isn't it)
AS (this might be... not a truly crush; just a illusion.)
DD (First Crush: Actually I targeted CSE, B.Tech bcoz of her ;
thoughts of her motivated me to become something)

All above are just funny crushes; I havn’t even talked to the first and last ones.
still it is in my wish list.

Adding some serious crushes ;-)

Kajol and Bipasha Basu ;my favourite "Dusky"ies.
Hope that Ajay Devgan and John Abraham are not aware about this blog :-)


5 Strangest dream you ever had:
1. To earn 28 cores;
Still it is a dream only and sorry I am not doing anything for that.
I don't know how I got a figure 28!!!
But I would like to get married at 28.
I would like to score 28 run in an over.
only 26 and 24 are the top two scores in an over.

2. To became a civil engineer. Now there is no way.
But I did an Architect's job by designing the front door of my house.
Most likely I would like to draw the plan for my own house sometime.

3. To build a Malayalam spell checker;
half way through even 4 year before; Now I am idle.

5 most valued personal possessions:

1. BSA SLR; sold it out without my knowledge.
Yamaha Crux R (David) / Bajaj Avenger (Samson) .

2. This blog; I love this blog too much, so I might be shutting it down soon. (Snehichu kolluka ennu parayum)

3. My mobile; Nokia 1100. - It is my reminder system+ Alarm system + SMS system to schedule or cancel morning football game and occasionally I use this device to call my Mom.
This device has a good fault recovery mechanism too. I have tested that product by dropping it at least a dozen times from my pockets.

4. My PC, Intel Pentium I, 100MHz; it is still up and running even after 8 years.
I would like to call her Neucy. She nearly executed 20000 lines of Code for me and have crashed (seg fault) at least 10000 times by running my programs alone; faults of Windows excluded here.

5. My Watch, which was gifted by my uncle after 10th and for the last 2 years I am not using it. But still it is running. Oru amaantham pidicho ennu samsayam undu. ( I doubt it is running slow now)

5 favorite superheroes….. and why:

Phantom: The concept; Hide and Act. and keeping the legacy.
Spiderman: only after recent movies. many times if wished , if I were a Spiderman(especially @ traffic jam ;-)
Terminator: Again that movie impressed me a lot.
Kapeesh : A Poombatta fame monkey.
Luttappi and Puttalu from Mayaavi Stories. (Feel sad to see Luttappi in trouble)

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.