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]..........