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Tip Tip Barsa Paani............................

Monsoon Dhamaka
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The Get together

The onset of monsoon every year inevitably reminds me of the same thing--the reopening of schools after the summer holidays.
I have been contemplating this post for long.But every time I start it I become nostalgic and just stall it.
Any way here is a fictitious batch get together of my school mates.
I have wrapped in some true humurous incidents on the pretext of an imaginary reunion.

There are still more incidents,still more characters and memories.Let them come out at some other occassion.
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It has been 10 years since our batch left the premises.
College,Office,marriage...each of our lives have changed a lot.
And after the long gap we decided to catch up with the changes.

Today we are all going to meet after a decade.
We could think of no better venue than what came up in our minds on the first note. Unanimously we decided it to be the same old school grounds.
So be it!

My heart danced at the thought of the reunion,at the thought being the roll no 25 again,at the thought of going back to 12B.
Everyone would come,I am sure,may be with their husbands,wifes,kids..
How would they all look??I myself haven't changed much though.
I tried to imagine each of them weighted by the 10 years.
My curiosity kept mounting.

Atleast today let me be the first one in the school.;)
As I stepped in the campus, a familiar breeze caressed me

"Sahil"
Present ma'am, I replied

A slight shiver ran through me.

The buildings were all different,yet the same.
The auditorium,canteen,classrooms,all echoed our screems,our cheers,our tears!!

There goes the long bell!!
One by one, the bikes screeched to a halt near the gate.
The vice principal madame had issued a strict warning the previous day to those who came on bikes.
The result: even those who didn't have bikes came on one today,after borrowing,begging or may be getting a new one!!!

Teenage pranks!!!
As I laughed to myself musing over our audacity,I saw kabir enter through the back gate.
I couldn't supress a laugh.
He had never been on time.Always stood at the door with the tie loosely dangling around his neck as the teacher took the attendance.This, given that his house was the nearest to the school!!
Today not only was he early,he had his tie properly knotted too.

I was behind a pillar in the new building on the other side.He wouldn't see me unless I moved a little.
I am not yet ready to meet him.I have a lot more to reminisce.

He walked into the the class room.Yes,into our 12B.

"Suppandiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"
The call came from the other class 12A.A sort of good morning greeting.Tres's way of announcing her presence.

"x#!&&***"
The reply too was spontaneous.

And our class teacher would just look at us smile.
Yes! all these happened when she was in the class.
She was the silent accomplice in all our mischieves and always our saviour.

I could see few people enter the campus.It took me some time to figure out who.God!It's Tres,Varun and Sajan.
I am sure Kabir would now leap out to meet them.
"Macha"
"Dude, what's that patch on your chin"
They all screemed and hugged.
Laughing,fighting they returned to the class

I continue my tour of the campus.
The canteen is completely different now.It looks more like a canteen now.!!
I miss canteen aunty's fried rice!!

It used to be one plate and multiple hands.Hardly a mouthful for each of us,but that could fill our hearts and stomachs.

Here comes Dr.Chetan.He waved at me from the distance.I am coming,I gestured in reply.
He smiled back.
He was the studious,hilarious,smart,witty one.And today our little master is a Doctor!!
He entered the class and a whirl of laughter spurted out!!With Chetan,I should have guessed!!!

Sakshi,Lakshmi,Sana,Jiya,Sumi the ladies just came in.
They all look fabulous.So much changed,yet so much the same.They cooed and laughed and joked!!

"Sanaaaaaaaaa"

"oooooooooooo"

"hiiiiiiiiiii"

"Where were you"

"I called you so many times"

"Hey,what are you doing these days"

"You look so slim"

"I saw your pics in Orkut..Beautiful dear"

"Hey guys, did you know, the guy near my house........."

"Where did you get that necklace from.It's gorgeous"

Ouch!!These ladies!!!Give me one topic they cannot talk about!!

The guys were being rather formal.Starting trouble perhaps.International topics and politics and business and all!!

"Macha ##@@&&%**"The remaining batallion trooped in.

"School Sawdhan!!Vishram!!"
And our school captain entered with a broad smile.

Everyone once again became the old Suppandi and kuttosan and kapish.

I can't restrain myself anymore. Let me join the pack!!!

Guys!!Guys!!Look at this.
Someone shouted.
We all poured are heads to get a glimpse of the subject of interest.

The wooden desks and benches still carried our names.
10 years back we had engraved them on these.And it had not come without any pain.
For one whole week we were punished.We were made to sit on floor.The desks and benches were removed from our class!!

We laughed at the memory.

"Friends!!!
Thank you all for coming.
Gone are those days of History,Geography and mathematics
Gone are those days of practicals,labs and dramatics
Gone are those days of innocent fights,mischeives and jokes
Gone are those days of beautiful school days

But their memories will always linger,in me,within me and around me,you and all!!

I am happy to see you all.Happy that we all could make it.Happy that we have all carried forward the goodness this institution has instilled in us.
But there is a face I miss today and I am sure , even you do.

To you,Sahil!!May your soul rest in peace"

Chetan inaugerated the get-together.

The class was silent.
Time heals all wounds,but leave behind a scar.
Even after 10 years,the loss of a friend hurt.

My class looks complete,wonderful.
Doctors, Engineers, Businessmen,Celebrities what not can't I boast about.
I am happy that we were all here once,that we were all here now.
This is my class.Sahil's class....

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At the end of the day,
All that I need is
You by my side.
To sit beside you
and dream as we always do
To just hug you
and feel loved
To just cuddle unto you
and feel safe
Wipe away my tears,dad
Like you did the other day I failed that exam
I am your little one dad,
And will just be.

At the end of the day,
All that I need is
You by my side.
A little space in your lap,mom
To rest my heavy heart.
Every time you ask me to take care,
I would look back and growl.
Now, take care of me mom,
Lest I lose my way
I am your little one
And will always be.

At the end of the day,
All that I wish is
To be just like you.
As beautiful as you mom
As brave as you dad
As loving as you both
As wonderful as you both

I'm nothing without you,
All I am is just you.
I love you,
Not just for what you are
But also for what I am
because of you

I Dream

It is an established fact that pisceans are dreamers.
I am happy to be in the club ;)

I will not talk about the reveries we have. They are hopeful thinking. The long cherished wishes we have.They are something we have control over.

What I would like to talk about here is the real dream. The movie which flashes on our unconscious mind.

I actually like analysing them after I wake up.Not that I remember everything.But I try my very best to put the pieces together.
Most of my dreams are related to some events or people from my life. May be because they had been in my mind for long and the effect of these dreams linger long too. I can feel the emotions for long. They feel a sort of dejavu. That's why I try to erase them quickly

But then, the interesting type of dream is the other kind. The real fantasy ones.Like in hollywood movies.(I would say the first kind is bollywood style-emotions,relations etc etc and this one is hollywood style-style,action,adventure)
Let me describe few such ones,just for the joy of sharing them ;)

The recent one is something really fantastic. I can't put it in words. Am not that good at writing ;) and secondly don't have the patience
It goes like this...
I am being chased by some people. Don't know if I were the villain or the hero;)
But suddenly I realize I have become invisible. ;-)
Wow!!!There is no reflection for me in the mirror.
There is more to it,somethings to which I cannot apply any logic.;-)
So I excuse myself from describing them. Its something like,the invisible me taking the form of water,like in Hollow man(hope i am correct.Am not that into English movies), wind etc ;)

Then there is another one.
I jump from a cliff and land in something like a highland. A picturisque location like in some classic English movies.Some sort of a meadow in between snow capped mountains with a stable and all. But there was only a white horse. I even rode it at some point in my dream ;).God knows how!!
Then some lady,dressed in a very long velvety gown appears.Yes, I remember her face and details even now.She was not scary but appeared very powerful. She rose her hands to the sky and chanted something and then somebody whispered to me that she is a demi-goddess. [The surprise is, that was the first time I remember hearing that word. Later when I woke up and referred the dictionary, the word actually was there.;). May be had read it somewhere sometime.] But I couldn't recall her name,Schade!!!;-(
I haven't read a Harry potter so far, but have heard about it from friends and cousins.
May be a lil' influenced;)

In another one, I actually entered some magic land. Some scene like in Smurfs ;-). I think I was seeing a lot of cartoons then.

These adventurous ones are really fun. Later when I think about them, I feel I had been to some other world and back.

God takes the soul everytime we sleep and then put it back into our bodies when we wake up.
Is the soul in another realm then??Do they really experience these dreams???

Some schocolade fundas

I love chocolates!!!

Those dark, brown beauties!!!

When it comes to chocolates,I forget all about those calories and aerobics.

I have seriously got a very serious addiction to them and the worst part is that I don't have the slightest guilt.;-)

And the dark queen who has won my heart is

I can have these at any time of the day or the night.The only problem is though I start with a small piece ,I don't stop until the whole stuff is finished.;-)

As they say"No one can have just one!!!" Or rather "I can't have just one!!!"

And then after I have devoured the last bit, the cravings start again.

I don't mind those nuts and crunches in them though I am not a fan(but I don't mind having them under extreme conditions),but I can't stand the dry fruits and caramel.Why do they spoil the taste of fine,creamy chocolates!!

And now finally, the award to the chocolate I hate the most goes to--dark chocolate!!!

"Applause!!!"

I hate them. Yeek!!!And those wine/alcohol chocolates too. Sorry,I forgot their name.Even if I go chocolate starving for ages,I will not have even a piece of those.I swear! ;-)

so now you guys know what to treat me and how!!

The Monsoons

Across mountains and deserts,
I come to you,
To shower my love onto you
To drench you in my love

Across oceans and seas,
I come to you,
To rest my heart in your palms.
To present myself to you

Happy Monsoons!!!!

Spare me,
this pain of separation.
I can take it no more,
the echoes from my hollow heart
A glimpse of you
and I shall attain salvation
A drop of your love
and I shall quench the fathoms of my thirst

Take me in your arms,
Hold me close to you
And when your heartbeat
has melted into mine
Look me in the eye,
to see your heart in my soul

Please spare me,
this pain of denial
I can take it no more,
the woes of my wounded heart

The best compliment I have received

My name is pronounced differently by different people.
Some stress on the "fa" and some on the "ri". (The latter is my official name pronunciation)
Some prefer to call me feri like in "hera-pheri".
There is also an old aunt who calls me"pyari".She is not a hindi connoisseur,its just how she can pronounce it. Though as a child I detested it,as I gained proficiency in hind I didn't mind it ;-)
Now,let me stop digressing from the topic.

I met a cute little girl yesterday.A doll!
I was meeting her for the first time and I had been introduced to her as the ''fari" with the stress on "fa".
She thinks I'm a "fairy"!She did a literal translation and calls me ''pari".
Now ! I have had that nickname long back, but this is different because it comes from a sweet little girl whose world revolves around barbies and cindrellas.
That has left me too happy.That's the best compliment I have got .
I am happy that I am a part of the world she shares with her stories and fairies
Thank you my baboocha!!;-)

The eyes that haunt me!

A tinge of the night sky lurks in her angel eyes
They look at me,sharply in the eye,
Her gaze boring through me
They hold a little mischief , a little darkness!
Her eyes! They haunt me!!!!

BMW 7 series Angel eyes

My song

There are lots of one-one mappings in my memory space.
I mean, my memories are mostly linked with something,some song or some word or some colour or something like that.
Here!
Let me do the association between songs and memories for some of them from my memory bank.
These are the first image or visual I get or people I think of on hearing the particular songs ;-))

1)mera juta hai japani ---
This song reminds me of my sister's KG teacher.It has been quite a long time now,the picture is a lil' hazy.But yes, I can see her made up as a clown and dancing to this song. it was some activity day for the kids

2)Subhan allah(Fanaa)---
This one's for you Meera.
Back to my hostel days at thrissur
.We used to rent movies almost every day of the final year study leave and watch them together in Zeba's computer room ;-)
Yes!just the both of us
.It used to be fun.

3)Ye tara wo tara ---
Again for you Meera.

4)Humko humi se churalo--
This is to my school days and particularly to my friend Hiba.
Those days singing used to be a background activity,whether classes were going on or not.
Once, she was singing this song at some free time.Perhaps it disturbed somebody that immediately she got a response"hamke!!!(This is a malabar gaali!!!;-))" just as she finished "humko"

5)dil chahta hai---
again to my school days.
It reminds me of our gang and all are pranks and fun.

6)Kanana chaayayil aadu meekan(malayalam)---
This songs for my grandfather who hums it now and then ;-))

7)nilavinte neela bhasma kuriyaninjavale---
This one is for a friend from college.
I can still see her expressions as she sang this once in our room ;-)

8)Pyar ke pal---
To our happy days at HI, Renu.
Me and Renu(my friend in bosch)wanted to sing this for some team activity while at Germany and we used to meet up at each other's house and practise it on and on.
But,we could never present it,even after returning back. Schade!!

9)Thumbi vaa ---
To you Sheethu(My friend in bosch).
Once we both volunteered for some singing audition at Bosch.As our turns approached nearer both of us panicked and I backed out at the last moment.(when my name was called,I sat there calmly.When they repeated my name,I myself started enquiring amongst the crowd for Fariha ;-).
I winked at the only other guy who recognized me cautioned him not to reveal it.)
Sheethu had sung this song then and it was pretty good.

10)Khalbali --
This reminds me of our final year tour at GEC and paaji(That's the nick name for the guy who sang it ;-))

11)Soni pe nakhde--
Our aerobics classes,vasudha and my attempts to learn the steps..

12)Mein kudi anjaani hu--
I can never forget your dance to this song,Arya(My friend in Bosch)

13)Marannittum enthino--
I used to force Anju(GEC,Thrissur)to sing this song.I loved her singing this.

There are lots and lots more.The list could go on and on but let me stop here,before i become emotional ;-)).

The Plight of a nascent blogger or the Predicament of the unfortunate readers!!!

Before I start the post,let me make my intent about it clear.
To introduce to the blogosphere a budding(perhaps shooting and flowering by now!!)blogger.

Now a little background into my title for the post.
Well, what better phrase for a neonatal specialist!!
If you are wondering what a Doctor is doing here amidst us,then you are in for a surprise.Blogging is just one of the trades of this Jack.No matter how busy he is, I am sure if I ring him up now and tell my post on his blog is ready,he would read it immediately. Such is his dedication to this new passion of his(And when you read this, Uncle bluffmaster,let me remind you !!your readership of my blog has starkly reduced!!!Better include more comments in my posts to avoid stringent actions!!Yes!This is a warning !!).
The latter part of the title would be clear as you go through the blog!!!

Having grown up hearing and believing his stories and bluffs(and believe me we could never make out the trick unless he let it out!I am sure my siblings and cousins,the other tender coconut pond products, would definitely agree with me)it was no surprise to me when he announced his advent to the blog world.And what better title to describe his blog(Bluffmaster from tender coconut pond)!

So, though his blog meant more work for us(Not only had I to create it but also had to customize it and modify the look and feel)I volunteered to do the publicity campaign.(Why should only we suffer!!!;-p)Moreover I owed it to him. He is one of my earliest readers and constant supporter and now my encouragement too.If his blog can survive, why not mine???;-)
Most importantly,it is actually a symbiotic relationship.According to the pact we signed,he is
supposed to give me equal publicity in his blogs and increase my readership as well. At a time when Aamir khan and Amitabh Bachchan use their blogs to christen their cats and dogs, we ,uncle-niece, thought of using ours in better ways.

Only great ideas would come from him,the execution is outsourced.The Doctor's RAM is slow and can't do multi-tasking, so the blog post will depend on his assistant's availability and the doctor's persual ability.The assistant, I am told, is given the stipend for typing each post well in advance. But the blogs are not updated that quick!Network problems,I guess!!!
Even as the assistant plays hide n seek with our bluffmaster(My cousin literally flees as my uncle comes with a new post), he makes sure that you and I get regular blog posts

So if stressed up, need a break and are ready to laugh your hearts out please visit: www.raheem-musings.blogspot.com
"If you have given up on life, have no interest to live, and are thinking of suicide then please read this blog".This is what my aunt had to say!!!E-suicide I guess!!!
You can expect lots of Pjs and Pjs and Pjs(and you were calling me Pj queen!!!Now you know It's in the family).The title of the blog itself is a PJ.If you cannot make it out,I am Happy to Help!
But if somehow you tumble upon some better stuff,have no doubt about it,it would be written by his better half ;-)

Disclaimer: The contents of the Bluffmaster Blog are strictly its author's choice and words.Me and my blog"Reflections"have got nothing to do with it.This author will not entertain any comments or feedbacks about the Doctor's blog.If anyone feels dizzy after reading the blog, please do call me,I can arrange an appointment for you with the doctor.Regular consultation
fees will ofcourse be applicable ;-))

Reality fumes and fire!!-My pick on Reality Shows

These days all I can see on TV are reality shows,in any language,in all variety.Either the programme or its repeat telecast or its ad !!!!!
I keep changing the channels every few minutes,unless the current channel has at least a bit of Shahrukh Khan ;-))
(I don't know why, every few minutes I get this feeling that some other channel would be airing a better programme).
So its obvious how many times I come across them!!
Where once soaps and mega serials reigned, the throne and the crown has now been passed on to reality shows.

A garrulous host or a gorgeous hostess or both holding the center stage, celebrity judges and a whole load of contestants begging(and i mean begging!!!)for votes(like the netas at election times only difference being that here there are specific SMS format!!!!).
The "format" of the show is the same in any channel(for that matter, I have followed only Malayalam and Hindi channels but was also privileged enough to glimpse the same scenario in other channels while ,of course ,busy touring myself through them).
What has me completely bowled over is the variety of the shows.Dance,music(vocal and instruments!!),humor,drama,elocution and sometimes all these in a single one!The genres have me really awestruck.I came across a new variety recently, one on kadhaprasangam in Kairali.
Whether it's kids or grown ups or couples or celebrities, there definitely is a show they can pitch in!.There are some specially for ladies/house wives(why not one for gents I wonder,or is there one which i missed???) and some for celebrity couples!!!
Hey, Don't think I am criticizing these shows too much.
I am not against these talent hunts and promotion of genuine talent.After all apart from bringing into light all the latent talents they also are a come back portal for all the yummy mummies.;-)))(That was the adjective some magazine used for some of the celebrity judges. I somehow liked it!!!).
The participants are all truly gifted and these shows are definitely entertaining too but what bugs me are the publicity stunts. The judges arguing amongst themselves, the emotional athyachaar by the contestants when they have to leave the stage for good, the whole drama of rulayi-dhulayi amongst the participants and the judges!!!!It would of course be disheartening for a participant to leave the competition at some critical juncture,but why the fuss yaar.Why should the judges and the host and all others there too join the tear drain!!!Or rather, even if it is truly genuine emotion, why should the programme air it, or better put,highlight it!!! To capture audience attraction?? -- But, I thought these were reality shows not kyun ki saans bhi kabhi bahu thi... ;-)))

A good thing I like about them apart from of course the anchors ;-) are that sometimes really deserving contestants win .I didn't mean 'deserving' in terms of talent alone.A son/daughter hoping to win the prize apartment for his/her homeless parents,an auto driver who wants to take his mom in an aeroplane with the money he wins,a mason, a bus conductor!!Some of these competitions atleast,provide a platform for these less privileged talents to be recognized(and I hope the doors to these are genuinely fair!!)The idea of audience voting definitely has me skeptical.I happened to see a comedy programme in which the protagonists takes money from the contestants and promises them his "votes".How much transparency is there in such judgements????

Well,These shows have definitely boosted the mobile services and made our janta mobile phone literate!!

Doordarshan too doesn't want to be left behind in this race of reality shows.And DD seems to have bagged the biggest catch. A reality show on rock concerts to be conducted or judged by none other than the big small man,AR Rahman, himself. Don't know how far the rumour is true and when the show would begin,but the rumour atleats sounds good and I join the league of Rahman fans eagerly waiting....

I am not an addict to any of them yet, but I enjoy these
1)star Singer(Asianet)--
All the participants are exceptionally talented,Ranjini hosts it unimitably and none of the judges fall in the yummy-mummy category.After all Chithra hasn't gone anywhere to have a come back!!
Buy ya, i was a little upset by Didi(Usha Uthup) crying (and sometimes Ranjini too) whenenevr some fav contestant left in the last season!!!!
2)Dance India Dance -- Each and every episode has me wonderstruck.What performances!!

If you liked my post or if you didn't please vote for me.It is only through your support that I can do well again.To vote for me please type and send it to "reflections" ;-)))))

A stupid post!!!!

My system has not yet adjusted to the changes.
I am not talking here about any time changes.
No!!!
There are no jetlags and time differences.
Its just the routine changes!!!
No more Office and early morning(at 8am!!!!) trysts to get up from the bed, no more hurrying for the breakfast at canteen and no more e-newspapers.
Now, I wake up aaraam se at 10-10.30,get myself a cup of steaming tea and delicious breakfast(thanks to mom and others at home!!!) and start devouring the news paper.
I am no longer glued to the comp monitor, instead to the TV screens. ;-)))

well, Guys,
this is all just an observation of life through that rosy glasses everyone advices.
Honestly,I am bored and will continue to be so until I decide what next to do.
Well, that's the problem!!!
I still don't know what I should be doing or where I should be going.
Let's see... ;-))

Adieu!!!

30th April 09
9:00 am

I reached the back gate of Bosch as usual.
The security lady checked my bag as she always did.
Why did everything seem different to me today?

I smiled at her and walked forward.
I swiped in at"0" and took the lift to canteen as usual.

5 min to 9 is a very crucial time for must of us.
Everyone would be busy. There would be a frenzy of activity.
Some would be hurrying to office, some scurrying with breakfast and some on phone.
Our table is always crowded.Sometimes we sit upto 10 people at the table meant for 4

"Ghoshetta we have just left PG, could you please take breakfast for us"

"2 idlis, 3 vadas and 2 slices of bread"

"da, if possible take my 2 cups of tea"

Who ever can be there at the canteen in time would take the orders for the others and then we would all have it together.

But, today was different. I wouldn't be having breakfast.I had just come up to the see everyone.

PC(aka Pradeep),BKB and ghoshettan were there near the Lift.They saw me, smiled and we left together in the lift.

"3" "1" "0"

These are our usual stops.

Me and PC would get down at 3.PC would swipe in and go through the right door and I would go through left.

As usual , I entered my department, my department for the last 3 years.I looked around for familiar faces.A few smiles shot back at me.
I walked to my cubicle and reached my seat.My target (The H/W) greeted me Good morning as usual and my name plate smiled back at me.I switched on my PC(This is my comp i referring to ;-)). As it woke up from its slumber I got myself a cup of coffee.
As usual, I opened my inbox and started going through the mails.

10:30 am

"T/Coffee/Bournvita"
The mail would begin.
"meet u near the stairs"
And then we would all flock at the right wing stairs and start the chatter.
"Haaiiii"
"New pinch!!!"
"Hey achi dikh rahi ho!!"
"Hey renu madame kaha gayi" "As usual busy hogi"
And the chit-chat would go on and on until someone remembers an elapsed meeting or a long forgotten prio1+ ticket.

Today, only I and Shinida took the break.Others were busy.

12.30 pm

"Lunch bitte????" or "Lunch???" "I'm hungry"
"Ja bitte"
"Sssssssssss"
"yes/No sno!!!"(Very innovative!!!!)
"carry on. I will join in 5 min"

These are the usual mails and responses at the lunch.
And finally
"Let's start???"This is an intimation to actually start to the canteen ;-)
"Ready steady go!!"
"Meet you near stairs"

Today as Usual, me and chechi started for the stairs. Had to pick up shinida on the way.Renu was on leave today.
Vasudha, rashmi and others would join.
We had our lunch and then went for our post-mitagessen stroll in the basement.Another session of gossip,jokes,pulling legs etc etc..
Had Renu been there we would have played the Go-Game too..(Its a patented game only for me, Vasudha and Renu)
By 1:30 pm we were all back at our own seats.

3:30 pm
"A2B???"
Time for another break!!
Me and Vasudha would(and whenever sheethu is there, she would also)go to A2B and have tea.

We had decided to go today also,but somehow couldnt make it.

Guys, Breaks are not the only thing We have at Bosch. I am just highlighting how we enjoy the time together inspite of the busy schedules(atleast sometimes!!;-)) and the critical issues and bugs.

7:00 pm
As usual I left 3rd floor and went out through the back gate.
But today was different.
I went out the gate not to return on Monday.
Today was my last day at office.
I looked back at my Office for the last 3 years for one more last time. I hadn't swiped out today for my badge had been taken back.
As I crossed the Sai-Baba temple,I ran my hands through my bag's empty front pocket where my ID card usually lay.

Epilogue

I met Ghoshettan, Abhi,PC,and BKB at A2B, bid them farewell and came down to my PG.I went to my aerobics centre and said goodBye to Pappu.
I came back to the PG. Today would be my last day here. Jiya and Renu had left for home. They had met me earlier at office and said goodbye.
Me and Arya cooked dinner, for the one last time together.

Author's note

Thanks a lot to all of you who wished me good luck and bid me farewell. I would miss all of you in our own special ways.
Thanks a lot to all my managers and team mates for all the wishes you gave me.
Thanks a lot to that Gentleman I met in the lift and who wished me good luck(Sorry I dont know your name)

Hey!Arya Thanks a lot for that payasam.

Reshma and Dhanya,those mails touched me very much.

Again, thanks again to all of you who mailed, spoke with me and met me.

Renu,Vasudha,chechi,Shinida,Sheethu,Anu,Renu,Jiya,Arya,Rashmi,Jyoti: I don't know what more to tell u guys.
Guys,
I know tomorrow you will miss me at the breakfast table.
I know You will miss me for lunch and tea.
I know you will miss my Pjs and nonsense.
I know you will miss me at aerobics,vasudha
I know you will miss me at PG,guys
I know you will miss when you go for movies at PVR or for treats outside,
I know you will all miss me in some way or the other.

And I will Miss You all greatly too.
I will miss each and every moment we spend together

Confessions Of a Shopaholic

Hey Guys, this is not one of those film reviews.

This is a very genuine and hearfelt confession from a true shopaholic . And I am sure many of you will definitely be able to relate to it. ;-)

I just love shopping.

Infact I love shopping anything and everything.Be it clothes/accessories,books or even groceries. I love shopping things I need and those which i don't.

I love shopping for myself and/or for others.

I just love roaming about supermarkets or malls with a lot of shopping bags and/or baskets ;-).

And window shopping is not a bad idea too.Many a times it is window shopping which has initiated deep holes in my purse ;-(

Let me attempt a logical classification of this entertainment

There could basically be 3 types of shopping.(If you identify more please let me know as i would like to attempt those too)

Type 1: Need-triggered shopping

This is the shopping we all do when we really have to buy something.There is basically a clear idea of what actually has to be bought.

Technically speaking, the specifications are clear ;-)

Normally in such cases I go in and out of many shops, compare stuffs and then finally make a decision.Afterall, I need to buy the best!!!!Though it's another thing that after reaching home I feel something else was better ;-(

(and almost often i go back to the first shopI had visited and buy the first piece I had chosen ;-))

If you were to accompany me in any one of these sessions you would have definitely been bugged.Yes, this is definitely a warning ;-)

Type 2: Time killing Shopping

Here the intention is only spending time.This is something which can be attempted on boring weekends and even on weekdays after the core working hours ;-)

There ,naturally ,would not be any shopping list,but only shopping bags !

Type 3: mood-lifter/stress buster Shopping

Shopping is what I prefer doing when I feel low.And this is the worst kind of the lot, because I end up buying only useless things and obviously I have to go back to the shops when i feel better to exchange them ;-)

Simply going through the shops and malls makes me a lot happy.

And it is not necessary that I buy something in these excursions. Seeing and admiring stuff would also suffice.

Well guys, Happy shopping!!!!! ;-)

Strong Mind

I could n't help but admire the man's courage in speaking his mind.

Inspite of the walkout by the western dignatories at a UN racism conference which opened on the eve of Israel's Holocaust Memorial Day in Geneva and inspite of the discouragement from the crowd,Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad delivered a speech that lasted more than a half-hour, saying the United States and Europe had helped establish Israel after World War II and victimise Palestinians "under the pretext of Jewish suffering."

Read the full story Here

Echoes of Silence

You say it bestWhen you sayNothing at all
You say it bestWhen you sayNothing at all

This is one of my fav songs , but perhaps silence is so beautiful only in poetry.

Silence is the easiest to misunderstand,manipulate,deceive and confuse!!
Silence is the easiest and the most expressive of the excuses.
Silence is that shade of grey, between the affirmative and the negation.
Silence is the viel on the confusions of the self.

I am not talking about those speechless or emotional moments, because then atleast we burst into tears or hug or pat or do something.
What I am talking about is that silence, which feels heavy in the heart,which clouds the inside.
Like the silence when your mom ignores you
Like the silence when your bubbly daughter nurtures her broken heart
Like the silence when your closest friend walks out of your life without a word.

Does'nt it feel heavy inside?Doesn't it leave you dump??
What better can you do than remain silent yourself..

Reloaded!!!!

I knew it was suicidal, but still we went for it.

As somebody aptly summed it up,

The music Plays...

Mohanlal Walks...

Mohanlal kills somebody...

Music Plays....

Mohanlal Walks to the aircraft..

Villian comes in a yatch..

Music plays...

Mohanlal Kicks...

and Sagar Alias Jackie goes on....

The Original movie'Irupathaam noottand'had only one villian. Since this time Suresh Gopi disagreed to play villain,the director had to cast others and the sequel has 5 or 6 villians.

One SG == 6 villians,or so my brother, perhaps the one and only SureshGopi fan, claims.;-)

Some of the few things I could not understand.

(Theoretically, there should be no questions in a story, so what should be the case when there is no story at all?????)

1) Why is Mohanlal speaking Hindi to dubai police

2) Why does Jagathy give mohanlal's dubai number to shobhana and say it is international roaming???

3) What happened to the lorry and its driver who hit bhavana's car.(I really thought one of our villians were in action)

..............
These are a few differences me and my brother could find between SAJ and BigB

1)The former has Lal and the latter Mammotty. So the walking sequences are a bit prolonged in the former.(ALmost all the other scenes, actors and props are the same, except for a Hummer, the aircraft and the sniper)

2)Mammootty uses a Safari in Big B but Mohanlal goes around in a Hummer in this one

Even the beats of the song "Vennilave" had a faint hint of "muthumazha" of Big B.

The only good thing about SAJ was Lal's taklu Bodyguard But unfortunately he gets killed and in the entire movie he doesnt have even a single dialogue. ;-(

Affection In Your Eyes

You have met my undying fervour with silence

Why would you respond, when you deny I exist?

Oh! The agony those avoiding eyes have caused

They stole my sleep and were gone

----Poems From The desert

His Highness Shaikh Mohammad Bin Rashid Al Maktoum,

Vice-President and Prime Minister of the UAE

, and Ruler of Dubai

2 Harihar Nagar

They are Back, and How!!!

After a long time a real entertainer.

Gr8 Work Lal!!

When almost all the sequels were disappointing, 2HariharNagar not only lives upto the mark of its original but was able to provide the entertainment quotient which the current movies are lacking.

The Foursome (Appukuttan, Govindankutty,mahadevan and thomas kutty)had me in splits for the entire 2 and half hours.

IT-effect

Perhaps the IT bug has bitten me too hard..
Now a days I have started doing a causal Analysis(CAR) whenever I feel that something is not happening as I expected it to(A BUG!!!!).
And before making a decision, several use cases inevitably pop up in mind....

Back at it..

Overloaded with work.....
Stretched office hours....
No interesting topics....
disconnected internet...

I could give a million excuses of the ilk for not blogging...
but let me tell you all these are just lame and honest excuses ;-)
I simply didnt want to blog all of a sudden
A recluse ..

And all of a sudden i feel like writing...
and so here i am ..

hope i churn up something good....