അബോര്‍ഷന്‍

പ്രസവാവധി കഴിഞ്ഞ്
എന്റെ കാവ്യഭാവന തിരിച്ചുവന്നു
കുഞ്ഞെന്താ - ആണോ പെണ്ണോ ...?
അത് ചത്തുപോയി .
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പുകവലിക്കുമോ നിങ്ങള്‍ ?
സ്മോക്ക്‌ ലെസ്സ് ചിമ്മിനികള്‍ ഉള്ളതുകൊണ്ട്
അടുപ്പിലെ പുകപോലുമില്ല
മദ്യം ? ഇനിയും തുടങ്ങാമല്ലോ ....
പുക മണക്കാത്ത, മദ്യപിക്കാത്ത
താടി പോലും വളരാത്ത
(ഇതെന്റെ തെറ്റല്ല തീര്‍ച്ച !)
നിയ്യോ കവി ? നടന്നതു  തന്നെ!
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ഉപമ ,ഉത്പ്രേക്ഷ ,കാകളി , മഞ്ജരി ?
ആ അവസാനം പറഞ്ഞവളെ അറിയാം
നേരിട്ടല്ല ,ഓര്‍ക്കുട്ട് ഫ്രണ്ട് ആണ് ...
രക്ഷയില്ല -അബോര്‍ഷന്‍!
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പ്രസവാവധി കഴിഞ്ഞ്
എന്റെ കാവ്യഭാവന തിരിച്ചുവന്നു
കുഞ്ഞെന്താ - ആണോ പെണ്ണോ?
അത് ചത്തുപോയി ....
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Murphy rules!

what day is it?

I don't need you. Let me think. Yeah got it, dad's not gone to work, so rule out the week days. Hey dumbo, dad doesn't work anymore, he has retired.

All right , leave aside dad, even mum is at home ( she's not retired....right?). So i was not wrong in the first place.

Idiot,can't you see that you are also home? the unshaven, disgruntled, not bathed-for-ages look makes me doubt if it is actually me. But clearly the orkut account says Neeraj and nobody in the world will ever guess your password. So it's me alright.. But,why the hell are you here.? think harder....

gotcha!

CHRISTMAS- you came home for Christmas . So where's Christmas? no,it's not over. You had cakes but you know it's not over. How...?well, for one thing your inbox is not full of x'mas trees.

that means x'mas is around the corner. Where does that leave you? where was i anyway? Yeah right- in pursuit of 'what day is it'....

X'mas doesn't happen on the 4th sunday of december, like mothers' day or black panthers' day(i thought it'll rhyme with mothers). So no use in spotting Christmas.

How about going down and strongarming your brother for the day's newspaper.? But they say history repeats. That means you won't be talking to him for another whole day. Not a bad proposition given your current mood. Let's put this idea in the reserve.

you suggest googling?

right i will do it....

done-

what day is it?

google search result:

"Gil the ant thinks all of his friends have forgotten his special day! Have they, or are they planning a special surprise?"

there has to be an easier way.

my antivirus pops up and says"It is 5:30 pm ,wednesday 23rd December- the scheduled scan begins now"

Aah tragedy! if i had a minute more.....

that's how life is..... Everyone lives his own version of Murphy's law.

vacation as usual

Some chapters are quite tough to learn- for me inorganic chemistry was one such, it was dull, plain and without the thrill one associate with its more dynamic cousin , organic chemistry. Then there was fourier transforms- you always have to apply the same lengthy formula over and over until the pain of redundancy forces you to accept that inorganic chemistry was better.

Some things are tough to learn in life too.Ok, I know i promised myself a more cheerful post last time. So i am not going to brood over something that is quite out of my control now. And i don't want anybody's sentiments. That can only make things worse.

So think of yourself going back to the college after vacation and if somebody asks you "hey dude, how was the vacation?", how will you answer?: Mornings were easy, because i never saw them, and afternoons arrived pretty fast as my nap saved me at least 4 hrs of the brunt of being in a society. Now, you switched on the computer, chatted with god-knows-whom , fought with somebody over orkut, played the same old FIFA , tried watching hollywood .... and now your eyes are heavy. You lie down to sleep, but it still doesn't happen, you go out and drink some water. You look at the clock, you turn around in the bed,you try some music even though you know it doesn't help you. So the time is something like 3'0 clock. Time for drastic action- you remove you shirt,lie down on the cool granite without even a sheet. You are comfortable at last. Suddenly, you recall somebody telling you that lying on cold floors can cause rheumatism. No,you don't want that, you crawl back to bed. This goes on and on.......

Now,nobody wants to hear that stuff. Tell him that you went trekking, or that you went to a distant uncle's house where you'd a pretty teenager as your neighbour or tell him that your mango tree had started sprouting jackfruits , or that your cousin had eloped with a film star........

there'll be takers for those things.

If something actually happened, that wouldn't be such a bad thing. Why don't i go out and meet my cousins who are all within a diameter of a 1000 metres.? Not a bad idea at all. I don't find them silly nor am flustered by their enquiries......still i don't know why.

i am jealous,like hell i am!

congratulations buddy! i am glad for you,iam happy that you got that placement finally. You really deserved it. It was only a matter of time before you cracked it.Now,let's talk about the treat.....

I wish i could talk like that. But unfortunately, i am jealous. I don't want to acknowledge this, but i do have a pretty huge ego. And that thing is indeed hurt when i hear of all these placement(ugh..! i hate this term) news.Why are the companies missing our college's name? All the colleges(whether big or small, govt or self- financing)- everyone has had visits from some companies... But our college still maintains the virginity, nobody- not even a stupid

BPO company has paid us a visit.And the companies that have promised to come are quite bluntly saying that they don't want people with backpapers. So i stand no chance even if they do come.

So the only job i have been shortlisted for is to burn in jealousy for everything that happens around me.

Hope next time i can write about more pleasant things.

PS: congrats to Rakesh(IBM) and Deepa(CTS) for arousing my jealousy.....

Jihad of different sorts

NO war is justified.

there are only 'avoidable' and 'less avoidable'.

     I've never been a supporter of wars, a fact that has endeared Mr. Obama to me . Indeed, i might've been the first one to predict he'd become the POTUS(At that time he was third in line for Democratic candidacy,behind Hilary and what-was -his-name?)

     My hatred for the Islamic jihadists can only be equaled by my disgust at Hindu nationalists. I don't hate them for their deeds(which's not not to say their deeds are pardonable), but for the cause for which they are fighting. I can not understand how a human being can fail to pay any sort of respect to the personal freedom, emotions or for that matter, the right to personal safety of a fellow being. But what i feel or think is of no consequence.

   Ok ,i know what you are all thinking. We all share the same feelings and thoughts, but what's new here? Well, i'm here to talk about a war which i think is somewhat justified or at least for a better cause. Fellows, i'm talking about Naxalism.

I believe i've grabbed your attention now.

    India is past sixty and within another ten, it is prophesied to be among the top three. Go to hell with these stats. Where is the progress? I am talking about real,tangible,solid progress. Such a progress shouldn't be measured with GDP rates alone. A nation's progress has to be measured as the progress its poorest man has achieved. There has nothing been happening in that strata of life. India's slums look the same,feel the same and smell the same. The ministers keep blabbering about NREGS,food for everyone etc. But if there was food for everyone, job for everyone, how exactly do you explain the huge number of recruits the maoist movement has absorbed in the past few years.

     Naxalites are active across approximately 220 districts in twenty states of India accounting for about 40 percent of India's geographical area(wikipedia). Now these are some numbers to be reckoned with. Even people from higher echelons of society have joined this struggle(call it jihad- it deserves the name). these people are not fighting for their religion, nor for their race nor with jingoist sentiments, they only ask their fair share of bread. If the govt. can not provide these basic necessities, i daresay they are fighting a long and tiresome battle.

     Ever heard of Kobad Ghandy? He is a chartered accountant trained from London who has taken up the task of fighting the authorities and  terminal cancer with the same spirit. Many such stories can be heard if you knew where to listen to.

      And these people have got style too. I remember watching 'Taking of Pelham 123' and wondering if such a thing is possible. These people reenacted the scene in the Rajdhani Express, which i believe is India's fastest train. Cheers man! i loved it......

      So what's this thing got to do in my blog , a place where i keep telling myself and others of how ordinary a person i am. Ok, i will be frank, my course gets over next April and i do not have any immediate plans. So Mr. Mao Zedong or whoever it is, just let me know when you are having your next recruitment sessions, i will come with my certificates........but one moment, do you take in people with standing supplies?

confessions of a second last bencher.

"This is Nibin"- that was my classmate(of 4 years) introducing me to her mother at her sister's marriage.

Though i quickly recovered to dismiss it as a slip of her tongue., the fact just lingered in my mind.

I don't remotely look like Nibin,at least i hope so...(i'm just joking,he's not all that bad..). Maybe we are of the same height,i can't think of anything else..

     Did she really think i was Nibin? Well,for one thing, i just don't care.

Maybe she really did.

where was i all these years? Ok, i was hiding behind taller necks and random commotions.

 i am the second last bencher.

why second last?why not last?

For one thing,last is much more cooler,infinitely more noticeable.

I came to classes almost regularly and pretended i was taking notes  while all that time,i was getting better at pencil sketches..... I wonder if any professor knows my name, anyway nobody is going to notice if i bunk my classes for a whole semester. 

if being invisible is an art, you  are talking to Mr. Michaelangelo..(Next time i will try to come up with something better....)

oh my pathetic brain is not helping me any more....this is the third time in two days i have tried to complete this thing.

hey all, good-riddance!

a slightly different onam........

life's just curious. 

All these years,onam was just onam.....i mean there was nothing unusual....

It was all about the vacation....the 10 days with the least care in the world....

but wow! this time something really happened....

got license, got a new mobille(atlast upgraded from my 1600-there was no other way,the BL5C batterry was looking 10 months pregnant)

and guess what! got my first supply....

u didn't understand? k,supply is the short form for supplymentary which means i failed in a paper.....

what a change! what a slide!

haven't reported the news at home.....

yeah there's still time for all that....

And by the way,i invite you all for my funeral(which will duly happen after i announce the results....)

all of you, kindly pray for my soul........

Amen!

potential bullshits....

"that's a bullshit", she'd say

with eyes shut so close that

it almost shuts out the twinkle in it....

"almost", i said....

her nose'd quiver and turn a rosy shade

and lips'd reveal what the eyelids hid....

and that made my day, my life...

and i went in seach of 'potential bullshits'..... :)

my brain got swine flu

atleast it feels like it

sorry,i shouldn't be joking about it(swine flu...,i mean)

but seminar came really like a barking bolt out of a really blue sky.....

it wasn't supposed to be until after onam

but suddenly it's this wednesday.

and it seems australia is losing Ashes.... i know you're with England(even i am!), but the sympathy factor is forcing me to wish for an Aussie turnaround....

and sunday's Kutty's housewarming. So that means just one day remains for collection of data, typing report, preparing presentation........

and i went for 10th reunion. It was just gr8....... loved each moment(hey satheerthyaa,.......love you for reading this!)

and i wrote 2 essays for college magazine- one on slumdog and the other on 377(wrote against slumdog and..... for homosexuality)..... random topics,they weren't really my choice. But i am ok with the outputs.....

And i'm loving my new******** Windows 7***********(keep it away from Basil!)

a wrong turn!

i don't get angry easily.......i know that and most people who know me knows that too...

some say this to me as if it's really a bad thing.....

but i was angry the other day.

no, angry is such a benign word-i was infuriated...

so would you....., you might even have slapped him.

no i didn't.

do i regret it? sometimes i do.......

It was the all important license day.

and i was prepared.......even to fail.

that wouldn't have been a miracle(if i failed), i hardly took my 'H' without hitting the iron bars...and the only 2 wheeler i can handle properly is , unfortunately a cycle.....

but still i was game.

don't know about other parts of the world, but here i had to reach chalakkudy(almost 1 hr drive from my home) before 5 in the morning. so that means i got ready by 3:45.

and the only vehicle that was available at that ridiculous time was an auto riksha sponsored by our driving school, it was driven by Mr. Freddy who later went on to lose the driving test...

and it didn't have a head light, so 2 mobiles had to serve that purpose...

the journey was event less if you don't count being stopped by a police jeep on the middle of the  N.H. as an event......

and we reached there around 4:45 and believe me, we weren't the first!

so the next few hours we spent contemplating the moment when the all important Vehicle Inspector would arrive. In between,we also took trials on the car and on the bike.... and to my surprise,i was doing considerably better that day....

and soon it was 9'0 clock and there he was.....

and the queue got shorter pretty soon and it was my turn....

Mr. Inspector just glanced into my papers and said" hey boy,your date is not today......it's on 6th"

i wasn't worried....surely there must be some confusion. I only had to clear it. And there he was- Binoy chettan, my driving teacher.....he'll surely do something.

He did nothing.

He said there was some confusion,and yeah it was his mistake.... I'll have to come again on thursday. That was monday and i was going back to Kottayam the same evening. So to come back on wednesday eve and take my test on thursday and retuning that same evening was not something i'd planned for.

And there he was (Mr. Binoy) grinning as if it was a regular mistake that could happen to anyone....

i should have slapped him, instead i merely said"will call you later"....and went back home.

i know i should have slapped him.......

PS :i didn't take the test on thursday, i will do it some time during the onam vacation...

Retrospection time

3 years have passed like nothing,just one more left...

and then I'm out of my college

and what remains will be a degree certificate and a marklist that's already too stained for my taste.....

i knew i wasn't the worst,i know still i'm not......

I hate to think of it, even less to admit but i've indeed become an average if i was ever better....

There is no spark left, if there ever was...

I could've never imagined that i would turn out to be like this. If someone had lend me a time machine in the past and i'd seen the present me,i'd have bet on my library that it's not me(and that's saying something).......

People have started talking about the other option...but i don't even have a single one.

The lowest point came when i called Naseef the other day and he was talking about GATE coaching(oh my god, Naseef!)...He might've been joking but the mere fact that he'd heard of them shocked me...Hey Neeraj, not everything in this world is as it used to be...

And Aswin has already completed GRE training, i don't get how people still want to continue with this thing even after 4 years of crap...

More and more are going for MBA coaching- Alen, Anand,Bastian,....

To be frank, that seems the best of options unless you aren't ambitious like Prajin. He's having his IAS dreams. Okay,best of luck!

The worst thing that can happen to anyone is not knowing what he truly wants. I know my dad will agree to anything but i don't have an answer when he asks what....

I hope i can take a decision soon

hasta la vista :)

I thought hard and understood one thing,i was losing my brevity and so I thought I'd let this photo complete the story I'd begun.......

sunny days-Part 2

Sometimes i feel so stupid of me trying to fill this blog space with nothing much in particular . I am neither famous nor a criminal and if you are not both, you better keep your secrets to yourself. I don't have anything earth shattering to disclose. I am the sort of guy who went to school just before the bell rang and came home directly after 4. There was no life in between,nothing to tell my grandchildren i suppose.....But telling a story doesn't necessitates you  be its hero. You can also do the role of Morgan Freeman. (Oh come on,you know that man -the Afro  American with that clear cut accent...)

            Reminiscing is a really good job for those who don't have any occupation of any kind and for those for whom tomorrow is just the future tense of today....(did you get anything?, i certainly did not.... :-) )

            k,let's not make things that complicated. Let's get back to times when the earth used to be round, not the highly technical geoid it's called now... Oh sorry, i'm digressing again(it seems the problem is contagious).

            Back to sunny days, i'll begin with the mornings.... It was usually Basil who woke up first.Please don't misunderstand, the guy has matured now,it was his early years... And i was not much late. We used to go outside for brushing our teeth..inhaling the morning air and of course washing our mouths in the purest water you could get. There was some sort of a stream nearby....not exactly a stream,something like a canal.... Kottayam is a mountainous region and we truly believed a spring was nearby. One day we went in search of the spring and found.......... a cattle shed  with a drainage directly into the nature's purest water......

           I'd mentioned ponnu.... hadn't i? well,he used to call us achachans.... Neerajachachan , Surajachachan etc.... Well,i found it curious as that pronoun was used in my native place to refer to grandfathers..... The colloquial troubles were not new and has no intention of going down quietly ...(my friends will guarantee that)

           We'd 2 different routes to the college. And  we all preferred the shorter ,the more adventurous route. We'd to cross the stream(i don't have to tell you which one)..... And the rains really made the trip adventurous.The water was up to knee level and if you are having workshops (which obviously means you've got shoes) on those days, you are doomed....

             We all had our share of thrills. There was this incident of Anil breaking his leg while crossing this canal. I wouldn't have remembered it had something not happened, that made this thing...... well,unforgettable!  Sunnychayan took him to the hospital and for help he took Jordy along with him. He seemed the obvious choice with his athletic build and all. Everything went on fine until Jordy was to see the stitching work on Anil's leg....... I was not a witness but from whatever Anil told, Jordy fainted the moment he saw blood. And on the return trip,it was Anil who sat at the back of the bike......

          If i were to go on narrating things , then i wouldn't be able to stop anywhere. So i'm leaving parts of it for the next day. By the way, my driving classes are going on fine and i learned one important lesson-i suck at driving.....

So gudbye dudes, thanks for reaching the bottom!

sunny days- Part 1

Hey don't fuss-it's not another episode on how good my vacation is going on(which, in fact is right).... I wanted to write this thing for long, but forgot amidst all the petty matters.......

It's a flashback and if you thought the screen is going to assume the black and white colour it usually does, you are wrong... in fact you can not be more wrong....

The scene shifts to the second week of october , 2006.... 

Nothing happened that was life changing, but still my life was never the same after that.

That was my first days at the college and at SUNNYchayan's hostel....

The college was good, yeah it's still good.....

But the hostel was different, i never imagined that i could be happy without my brother...

but i was .......,and i never missed him for a moment.

There were 11 of us, including 2 seniors(Sijin and Sharath- have already bid goodbye to the college)...

There were fellows from every department; Aswin,Suraj,Prp and Myself from electronics ,Paul and Jordy from electrical, Anil and Renjith from Civil and Basil was alone from computer..........the seniors were from mechanical- so that completes the list...

The above point is important coz that meant we never missed the gossips of any class... 

we played cricket,badminton,caroms,cards,chess and even when we didn't do any of these., we were never less entertained....

Getting bored was a difficult proposition.

And more entertainment was provided by Mr. Sunny-the hostel owner........the guy is really a piece of work. There was never a more caring hostel owner, but only if he managed to stay sober..... Give him one peg of alcohol(actually i've no idea as to how much he drank-he never did it at home ), and he'll tell you stories that might prompt you to slap him....but of course that's not at all a viable option. He stands six feet tall and built enough to take on three of you at a time. Not that we never had any mutiny...

Of course food., i was coming to it. The breakfast and lunch were ok if you were ready to accept strange combinations. Here cometh the supper and you forget all the day's worries. I'd always known that Kottayam was the land of latex but i never knew they mixed rubber in their chappatis, at least that was what i felt......

and i shouldn't forget ponnu,sunnichayan's son.... he was in his 6th std at that time. I've never seen a guy more mature at that age. And he was a great company for me. ,right from the day i joined the hostel........

i know its not a good habit to write sequential stories but i'll complete the story tomorrow. I feel totally sleepy...... 

having a break at last

 Actually,i'm really not in the right mood to blog. But i feel as if i ought to post one soon. Maybe the feeling is right coz i've got many things to tell you all.

I've just changed my orkut status to "x'mas has come early for me".... And believe me,i really mean it. I've just started my vacation. So what's the big thing? You'll know what the big thing is if you go without a vacation for 3 years at a stretch.So one month-no attendance worries,no practical sessions,no internal exams.Just me and my novels(just finished kite runner and digital fortress) and of course my futile attempts at painting going on(i've shifted to water colour). Oh,you didn't know i painted? Just check the last pages of my notebooks(But plz don't ask whose was the intended portrait-even i might not recognize it).

But the thing that has made the season Christmas are not these....

It's the rain.

For the last many years,i wasn't able to enjoy the rain to the fullest. I don't know why but this year's rain seems sweeter,the sound softer,the aroma stronger.... no i'm not in love,at least i'm not newly in love,so that cant explain it. No complaints anyway.......

The only thing that's bothering me is the driving classes. Should've got rid of them in the +2 vacation,it has taken the place of my afternoon naps.One can't have everything, i guess....

so gudbye..

oh no! hum he rahee pyar ke,phir milenge chalte chalte........( yeah,i just saw Rab Ne..)

A Feudal love story

I was a serf and the hero

She the heroine, but the lord's daughter

Our lives got interwined

and oh love was the wine i yearned!

But i lived in times

when happiness was proportioned

by the colour of the skin

and the caste i was born in

So the story turned bleak

I was caught and tried ere the council

a hundred slashes and i was off

but i was brave or drunk with love

then and there i cried

"If i was laid in sunlight

and the whole world could see me

I'd still cry the same

and clutch to my heart's  dame"

I was killed with gun and stone

and words-more sharper there was none....

                                        for the girl who made me wish if i had the serf's spirit and much better fate...............

goodbye, FIP.....................

It maybe the highly superficial coincidence of having started blogging about the same time, or the more deeper similarity in the love of the game, anyway i'm going to miss you much much more than the others.

       I know gone are the days when 'a Dravid building monuments in the crease' or 'a Kumble bowling his heart out on a dead pitch' gets the respect it truly deserves. It is the era of Sehwags. As they say,"impatience is the new life". But believe me, there are people who still believe that bikini-clad cheerleaders find no place in the game, that strategic time-outs mean 'change to next channel'.

       I, myself had called you a gossip writer in the previous post, i know you'll only be too happy to accept the title. But now i believe i was wrong, there's a deeper understanding of the game, a stronger anguish at the way the game has metamorphosed . I take you to be the revolutionary who's hit back at the system with their own weapon. Hey, cricket ka Bhagat Singh, you won't die in our hearts......

blogging,nothinking and a complaint..........

Hello fellow bloggers and would be bloggers, after all,the last month was great and seems poised for better. Nah! not at all about my life or the life of an average Indian student in general.........

  Blogging on the whole has been thriving, thanks to Mr Fake IPL Player. Ours is a curious country. Nothing sells better than cricket and gossip. And if you get both in one pack(Take one, get one free!) ,none can miss it. And mind you, this guy writes really well, it's just that the contents are a bit adults only. Anyway, great time for blogging..........

Coming to less lofty heights, my days just seem as if the God has got an abundance of copy-paste option.
Out of the bed at around 7:30, takes a quick look at the election news, breakfasts are not compulsory(you are not listening to the harsh realities of hostel life, it's just the apex of laziness), and then to my books.....Yeah, i do open them,it's just that i fail to remember my true intentions. Ever wondered how much time a person can spend in a day without doing anything? Well the answer is=24 hrs-(time spent for eating and walking to the hotels),which will amount to around 23 hrs of which 10 are spent on or around my bed. So that leaves me with around 13 which i devote for nothinking (Oxford really needs this word).........

  Mr. Abdussamed just complained that i hadn't written about my ex-hostelmates (which obviously includes him)......So World,that is a blog post in the making. And after that,he'll wish he'd never asked me this....  

BONHOMIE DA8S.......

Behind the Men's Hostel(well,not exactly behind-it's like the long on if you consider MH as a right handed batsman with the bowler being on the road), behind the Reejukkada (Reeju's shop),100 metres from payipra (a girls' hostel.........really!!) and just 3 minutes from the college,lies our hostel........Bonhomie Da8s in shades of.......erm....pink i think(i was never too good with colours).........

              Every story doesn't really need an introduction,but when the story's a saga as huge as this,it's better to get hold of their names at least.So here're my hostel mates,in the alphabetic order to avoid cases of partiality-meet them, get acquainted but i wouldn't advice befriending...... Why? well,you'll see...

1.Basil Joseph:Alphabetic or not,he has to be the first person. Of course,he's the hostel owner ie.,the house's been taken in his name. That means,whatever things we break,he'll have to pay for it. Poor chap,does all the donkey work-collects rent,electricity bill,phone bill and even cleans up the whole hostel. And btw,he's been my roommate for the last 3 years.

2.Georgekutty(alias kutty): Another guy(like me) who's found studying distasteful after coming to college. Likes practicals much more than theory. And having a sister just an year below and in the same stream and getting around 10-20% more than he did,is not making his life any easier...

3.Midhun Jose(alias 'vava' means baby): Don't make any assumptions. Hasn't got an ounce of innocence if that's what you just thought . Likes to create chaos,mobile is his weapon. In his own words,"Entertainment is my trademark"

4.Naveen K.V. : He was the most serious , sensible,gentle fellow.... until the beginning of the last semester. I don't know why,but everything suddenly reversed. Has somehow become the best irritator  i've ever seen and really deserves his new name-'choriyan' bhai(Hey non-malayalis, no better word for it) .......

5.Neeraj E.A(Gymman-went to gym for 3 days): My friends at Hoggy might've already met this other Neeraj, the one who infamously called me the casanova......... Ask anyone in the college, you can hear no one deserves the name better than himself.....

6.Paul Peter: The name says something,doesn't it? Well if it doesn't, he spends half his time at churches. Is that an excuse to flirt with girls?I'll never know. This person derives a cruel pleasure in narrating horrific incidents(eq: how an elephant killed a man)

7.Prabhuraj P(Prp):Last but not the least(sorry,if it felt cliched),comes our Prp. And due to some technical reasons,i am stopping here... Well,i'll leave one clue-"search for spike and you'll know him better"..........

     so friends,i leave it here. Pray for my exams. Good bye!Take care!

an 'About me'

An 'About me ' was long overdue.

not the usual About me( 5 things you'll find in my bedroom,my idea of a perfect first date, the average time i take for a loo break).

not that stuff

so what's this real 'about me'?

something that gives the true picture- the man behind the mask,as they say....

but i won't draw the complete portrait,just a silhouette (i just love this word,though i can't pronounce it)

i never cared about pronunciations , because i never spoke the language[About me No:1]

i never spoke this language because i was never sure about the pronunciation.....

so i went on writing more, speaking less(read as writing when i got the mood and speaking never)

I was(am) sort of dumb- English dumb to be precise.

[About me No:2] I could never write about myself. To quote myself(as you quote Socrates, Abraham Lincoln etc.),"I can write about Israel,i can write about elections,i can write about cricket,but when the topic is 'me',the pen just gets stuck"......

oh no,current gone!

That's as far as my writing goes.

what of myself as an introvert, a recluse?

Well,the story doesn't end here,but the charge in UPS may end any time now(has already become violent )........

bye,tc!

PS: Don't ask me for the links again........follow it if you want to follow...... :)

THE BOOK

............... it began in the days when the love laws were made.The laws that lay down who should be loved and how........ and how much

                                                                  The god of small things 



  In my prettiest fancies,i'd imagined myself a writer,someone who could write with skill, with passion........with so much passion that i'd soon forget the boundaries.......thoughts turning into ink,ink recycled into thoughts............ I planned new plots,twisted histories,modernized epics,wrote satires,poemised wars.....

   

  that was before i read The God of Small Things, and then i woke up from the dream

and i realized where my place was...........among the audience,while the master'd perform in the arena..................



The settings were familiar,being a malayali helped and studying at kottayam even more...................... Trivialities like Abhilash Talkies (now Abhilash Theatre, just 2 weeks since my last film there) assumed a greater aura in my eyes.......

  but the world created was even more familiar,being a homosapien would suffice.......

not here to write a review- that'd be ridiculous

just read it-you'll understand.......... 

of course,i didn't vote........

call me undemocratic

traitor

enemy of the state

or by the name of any other Hollywood movie

still i wouldn't vote.....

i thought saffron,and i remembered orissa

i looked @ my palm, and found sikh blood stains

my left side is aching,after  years of hibernation 

no, i've got better things to do than standing in the queue

voting for someone i haven't yet seen;

and of course, blotting my finger with that dirty ink

incorrigible as decades of corruption..........

thanks Raji......i know you haven't done anything for me,but at least you showed it is possible to do something.......

no one is going to come this way(can't they just gaze at the sky?)...well,if someone commits this very mistake,he's going to have all sorts of suspicion over this Raji...

must be his girlfriend;i can see those mudheads(that was the name of a poem,right?) muttering....

unfortunately she's not....of course you are lying(now,will you shut up?)

i don't claim that i am Raja harischandra(did i miss a letter,& that h should've been capital).....but,i know this girl not much more than you,which is to say i almost don't know her at all.......

coming to the point,what did this girl show.......?(careful man,can't you see it has got double meanings? those feminists are gritting their teeth....... hurrey,none's going to come this way!!)

where was i?,yeah..what did this girl ...erm...display?(oh,rude again!)

so by now, you all must have understood one thing... this girl'd inspired me somehow....but how?

ok,she was the one who showed there's no need to think twice about blogging as long as it' your time,your money and your brain(or the lack of it).......

here ends my first blog......

everyone,raise your glasses..... to Raji,the girl who showed[:p]..........

a bottle of wine

a book to be read

and begone'll be the days

like a chewed gum's taste