I deleted the paintings...
After all ,it was beneath the expectations (of those who mattered).

'pookkutty' road, ladder in the room and time at the beach...

Doubly privileged as  a classmate and his former hostelmate, I was invited along with the rest of my class for his bro's marriage reception....

He- Aswin V Varma

venue- SS kalamandir,Chertala


After the initial inhibitions, I decided to go thinking it'd be the last chance we'd have in managing something in the semblance of a tour...


And thank God I did! (And thanks to Bastian and Midhun for persuading me.... and to Nibin for not letting himself to be persuaded to come-"I feel reeeaally sorry for you")



It's gonna be a very long post, so let's go straight to Chertala .


I was there by around 11:30. And after a quick trip to an ice cream parlor, i was joined by Midhun. Bastian and co. (Jith +Shown) weren't too late either...


And the WagonR rolled to our first destination.

Passing the Japan drinking water project and other innumerable sign posts along the Arukkutty road(Jith it's Arukkutty and not Pookkutty), we reached Sethulakshmi's home..


For the first time in my life, i was offered sip-ups as a welcome drink. But luckily the lunch that followed was of infinitely better standards that I couldn't really launch into the ice-creams that came after.

and in general, the little Sethu was cute and charming as ever (I know how it's going to be interpreted) and I was left hoping if I'd a sister like her...


With Sethu on an Activa (sitting on which she could barely touch the ground even with her special high heeled footwear)as our navigator, we set off for our next target- Prabitha's home...

But the guide proved to be incompetent that we took quite a long time despite the supposed short cut that was the ferry.

We finally reached there.

I don't know if I'm right to write about this.

But I find nothing wrong and so I proceed.

The house was thatched and it looked like one good rain could blow it off and the hall was barely large enough to hold the T.V, the only thing that looked modern.

And we didn't ask to be lead into other rooms as we usually do. We were not curious about her room- for we knew she had as much chance of owning one for her as much as KKR ahd chance of winning next IPL.

So we talked about other things- about the new house they were building and other more colourful things.

I don't know if she's heard of my blog and I can't say if she'll ever read this- But I'm proud to have her as a friend...

Nothing was modern, nothing displayed elegance, nothing showed luxury, but everything in her home had love written all over it.
Even the neighbours came to talk to us...

Having picked Prabi, we proceeded to Akhila's home.

there were only Akhila and her sister-her parents weren't present.This allowed Midhun to be his usual self after hours of straining as if he was having constipation. And what followed was a series of situational comedies that would be unwise to try on paper.

Next was the beach session.
The absence of spare clothes didn't hold me back. But it did hinder Bastian and Shown to come and get drenched. However, in one particularly satisfying moment of the trip, I managed to get them both wet almost to the same level as mine.

Girls were more carefree as they'd no intention of coming to the function.

We went back to the Akhila's and took a bath and managed to present ourselves in the best possible decent manner at the party.
the party went like all parties do...
food and more food..

The night stay was as planned at PRP's (Actually, PRP was not present in the plan making stage).Oh sorry, before reaching PRP's, we had made another pit stop at Arjun Das' home.
And finally despite a heavy stomach and raging mosquitoes, I almost managed a good sleep.
Soon it was morning and time to go home.
I reached home in an event less return trip.
And back to the hibernation mode...

"You are de most unromantic person ever"

        Having failed the zillionth time in trying to get a full confession on my romantic ventures, my cousin looked totally spent.
"You are de most unromantic person ever". I hardly needed the mirror to see what she was mouthing behind my back ...she had done that a thousand times,with and without adding the ingredient called audibility.


So, am I??

Now what! Am i going for the biggest confession of my life?

I have no idea.

When i began this post, i didn't know how far i'd go...
And i had almost decided to reveal something that i had been keeping close to my chest for almost a decade(that is almost half my age)...
but better sense came pouring down(thank GOD!!!). Maybe, i should skip the revealing part for now...
maybe next time, next post...

ps: i happen to know someone who has dreamed that she'd  been drugged and had to sleep off the effects(of the dream!!!)...

The biggest conspiracy theory ever...

I have been wanting to make a conspiracy theory ever since i saw the first one- something about 'there's no such thing as global warming, everything is a hoax'... it was interesting and had enough proof to make it sound real.
    This is not something i particularly enjoy, but i wanted to write about something less personal, something less narcissistic... and the first thing that came to my mind is the only thing that shouldn't be occupying my mind at present. And therefore, it is not project presentation, nor the university exams...

Like the thousands who have already passed through here before, you too have guessed it...
maybe if you are lucky, you might even be the first of those thousands.(not 2 hav guessed it, but to have come this way)
Anyway, you guessed it right- it is the INDIAN PREMIER LEAGUE!!!
and i have been particularly interested in the fortunes of RCB, whose roller coaster ride has lend much spice to my evenings. Being the most faithful fan of a team that was initially labeled as a test team wasn't easy, but fortunately for me, the team has improved and now boasts of one of the better batting line ups in the league.

But my intention is not to write about my passion for the game, the idea is to bring your attention to the business ends(take literal meaning) of the game.

Does anyone of you remember the last one day world cup?

No, not the one where Sachin brought India, almost single handedly to the finals, only to be defeated by the best one day team ever.
There was one after that- the 2007 world cup. And do you remember the story?

India and Pakistan were eliminated in the first round of that tournament, which arguably was the worst-organized tournament ever. The tournament just dragged on endlessly to the discomfort of all those who were trying to forget the Indian debacle.
Add to it some action- Bob Woomer, the Pak coach was found dead in unnatural circumstances, but was later declared to be dead of natural causes.
And finally, the tournament ended as it began - in a rain curtailed match, where some belligerent hitting by Gilchrist proved to be the lone bright spot. And, the bookies got it right again- Aussies romped home easily.

and for the first time in my life, i almost hated cricket(even match fixing row hadn't done that)

and then T20 came out of nowhere and India wins the cup in a fairy tail story where the final was with the arch rivals Pakistan... and suddenly there was life in cricket again.
and then IPL came... and everything just looked too good to be true.

    Can anyone have thought of a better entry for IPL??? I'm not saying somebody planned it to the minutest detail,  I'm not saying Bob was murdered for trying to reveal a dirty secret, I'm not saying that India losing to Bangladesh was preplanned,but i felt things looked too good to be accidental.

And by the way, did you know that as a student at Duke University,USA in 1985, Lalit Modi was convicted 4 possessing 400 gms of cocaine and charged with assault and kidnapping... and that he obtained membership of the Rajasthan Cricket Association by concealing his last name.?

Just another conspiracy theory...