My first ever lie (which i can recollect)

     "Nine AM" , my wrist watch sounded just before SWTD A2 took us away from "Pullambala" boat jetty. It was one of my routine journeys to Loyola English Medium School, Pulincunnoo.


              Morning wishes were passed to passengers, as we (me and my father) accepted one of the vacant seats in the half filled boat. The inexplicable beauty of backwaters, waves romancing with shores, lullabies of small birds along with breeze made us our boat journey worthwhile. My cousin, Jinoppan got into the boat from "Taluk" boat jetty along with his friends and sat near me. While sharing our usual casual talks, suddenly i delivered something against the run of play. From nowhere, i cracked a lie. I told him "I saw SachinTendulkar in Ernakulam last week" (During those days, myself wasn't aware about Sachin's native)
    He asked me "Where in Ernakulam ?".
    "Railway Station", i replied.
    Realizing that i was lying , he kept on pouring questions at me. Inorder to protect my lie, i showered lies one after the other.
     "What was the name written in the back of the T-shirt which he wore on that day? Is it Sachin or Tendulkar ?". I got confused. After a thought, i replied "Sachin Tendulkar".
     He laughed at me and said "It's Tendulkar, You are lying". I was in no mood to accept him. Q & A continued........
   He kept on irritating me with further questions. I gained confidence with every lies and got used to it in very short time. 15-20 minute durated serial lie came to an end, only when we alighted at Pulincunnoo boat jetty.

   It was my first lie (Which i can recollect from my memory). Still enjoying every bit of it........
   16 years passed by.... I have cumulated a large amount of lies to my credit. None of them gave me the excitement/pleasure/beauty....... (don't know what to call) of my "Tendulkar" lie.


Still enjoying every bit of it........

A Familiar "Stranger"

After having my banana roast, i looked into my coffee pot. 2 or 3 ants were having their last breaths in it. Their number rose to 4,6 .. I requested the bearer to replace my coffee after decribing the situation. He apologised and took away the pot.

"What is today's special item?" The sound gained everyone's attention inside the Indian Coffee House. Such louder were his talks. The ICH staff replied to his questions with a bright smile. With a convex lens fixed on to his nose, the white bearded egg headed sexagenarian continued
"Is Koshy absent today ?, What about Renjith's house rent?".

He went on with his talks, but i had certain plans to fulfill.

From ICH, I went to Abhinaya Theatre for enquiring about the movie "Anwar". Towards the left door of the theatre, saw a person reading a magazine. When enquired about the movie completion, he replied "30 minutes to go". I was desperate to know reviews about the movie but realised that i can't, due to the timing of my bus.

Disappointedly, i kept walking out "What is the name of the movie?"., that big noise was aired again. Yes, the same loudspeaker. He had some funny talks with the security. I realised that he was a popular figurein the town

Suddenly, i changed my plans and walked along with him into the theatre. Both of us sat on the chairs kept outside the cinema hall.
He asked me, "Hero of the film?"

Myself [MJ]: Prithviraj
Loudspeaker [LS]: What Raj?
MJ : Prithvi.. Prithviraj. Don't u know him?
LS : Stopped watching films by late 90's. Hope he's a new comer
MJ : Not really.., he's been in the field for the past 7 years or so. By the way, why you hate films these days?
LS : Am advised not to strain with my eyes, so cant go for films
MJ : So, why did you come now?
LS : Just to cherish my memories. In my healthy days, i never missed a single movie. Really.., this was my second home ..,
MJ : Oh.., i too consider this as my second home.
LS : Lemme tell you one thing. Take care of your eyes. Am telling you from my experience.

(He looked a bit serious with those lines..... )

Suddenly, he spotted some of his friends and left me, not before warning again about the eyes. For a split second, i foresaw a blindman in me and got perplexed whether to stay there to get the reviews. Then came a message sound from my mobile which threw away the confusions. It was a message from my "TIME" friend "Arun T John". The message displayed:

"Anwar kananam enna mohavumayi njangal 3 perum (Arun, Ajay, Kiran) koodi chennu pettathu Abhilashinte padivathilkal..kaiyilulla paisa mudakki theatreil kayari..... 2.30 manikkoor kazhinjappol cinema kanan vanna alukaludae therivilikalkku idayiloodae amal neeradinteyum, prithvirajinteyum vayil oru pidi mannuvari ittittu njangal irangiponnu"

Somehow, i managed to catch up with the bus and sat on the window seat in the third row from front, thinking about the loudspeaker.......................

Some cute old snaps

Paradise Lost.....,

 Zionicz was really a zion for RIT 2006-2010'EC. Gone are those days where we enjoyed our campus life to its fullest. Dedicating my video to those days which will never return..,

MISS YOU ZIONICZ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O6XBwx667CE

MY SCATTERED THOUGHTS

    Eating your food is a sin - for it is selfish. But there is something to redeem you. i.e., a part of selfishness is "divine".You cant possibly exist without food.

    You can't simply exist without drinking water; but you can't live for half an hour if water drinks you. Then you will have an early watery-grave.

    Prayer and fasting are good and important. Prayer is spiritual food; occasional "fasting" has an additional benefit of cathartic effect; both physical and emotional.

    "Feasting" and "fasting" promote your personality when they are discretionary. Too much feasting will burst out your belly.If you extend your "fating",even for any good reason an iota beyond your withstanding capacity, you are surely to collapse. In both the cases, you are liable to be punished for the sin of commiting suicide.

    You may be a hero's hero jawan adorned with many awards and stars, for shooting down the maximum number of intruders on the L.O.C. But at home, calm of mind,all passions spent, you'll sit up in your bed in the stillness of the night doubting if you are a cannibal or a patriot. Then your dear wife will dolefully mourn into your ears: "Oh! my dear there is no difference between the two". Then she hastens to soothe you further. "You have been doing the sanctioned murders". You'll slip into a sleep. But when it is morning and you still mourning move to the preacher, who rubbing his sagacious nose quotes Shakespeare "murder most foul even in the best case". He resumes after reading your sulky face, "Who is to be punished is for God to judge".

    Half-solaced, you limp back home, seeking shelter in prayer, regretting that you had failed to do it prior to the war. There lies no mercy in mercy killing, even when it has been condescendingly granted to a requesting patient, because the best treatment and the quickest one neednot always coincide. When there is a feud between the two, eschatologically speaking the best should win.

    Abortion is a "great" act and it should be done with "great" and meticulous care. Doctors are very careful to the minute details; nurses too are on the alert. Ohterwise, it might prove detrimental to the mother.

    Coming out of the theatre, they all agree; "a great success". but the embryo says "there's no greatness in it. The operation was a success, but the patient died".

    The scattered thoughts as above will tell you that greatness lies not in destroying life, but saving it. Now, you may apply for an excuse on the ground that the situations reffered to spin beyond your control and capacity. But there is the other side that is feasible. In this respect, i would draw your attention to a picnic of some engineering students (girls only) from Kerala to B'lore. They spent the night there in a famous college. In the morning Fr. Principal came to see them off. He noticed long hairs lying scattered in the hall. He said "Now pick up each one your hair and deposit in the wastebin. They said apologetically:
    "Sorry Father, we will sweep it clean". He looked grave, he was not pleased with it. He said seriously: "I've 5 salarised sweepers, but they are not paid for this". Then he looked at them and repeated: " I want their owners to take them", even the teachers went pale, on tenterhooks. There descended a graveyard silence. They thought "he was alright in the evening, but there is some mistake now".   

    "There's someone who knows it; I'm sure" he said.

    The sound signified the sense. There appeared some smile on the teacher's lips. Then it spread among them all. He then gave them pastoral advice and said in the end.
    "Everything is possible with Him. Be with Him and pray constantly. Everything will then be well with the world".
   

An RIT Flashback

During the past few months, i was eagerly waiting for something to happen.The wait went in vain. Nothing unusual happened..., ZIONICZ bid adieu to RIT with tears.
      
           Myself was found 3rd time unlucky when i missed the farewell party @ Orchid Residency, Kottayam due to unhealthy conditions. This time (trust me) it wasn't a deliberate attempt like the previous two farewell parties organised @ RIT where i bunked. Infact the last bunk of my RIT career. The party details were narrated to me by the friends when i reached college for preparing myself for Microcontroller Lab exam. Thanks to Miss. Shimsy Purushu for her whole hearted support @ Lab. She taught us sincerely and even denied our treat. (Is this what you call " Service ?")

    

             A lot of unexpected shocking scenes were seen at college canteen. I thought about it for a while whether to enter the same here. Later, I decided not to.., never wanted to trespass into one's privacy......, SORRY!!! But those scenes were really shocking and that too at a public place (canteen was even half filled). Let's leave it...,

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             It was my last day @ RIT as a regular (sorry..,over these 4 years myself topped the list of irregular students !!!) student. Walking through the RIT rubber woods, a vehicle stopped nearby me and offered a lift to our Dept. It was Georgin in his van.., YES., the same van which i got into.., during my first day @ RIT before 4 years.


The whole incidents flashed across my mind in a second.

                

                 It was amidst Sept. 2006, when my first journey to our college happened along with my father. It was  my father's first and last journey to RIT.After the admission procedures, we were about to leave the college. Due to the unexpected entry of rain, we waited a bit. After seeing our situation, helping hands were offered to us by Georgin and his father from their OMNI van, which we accepted with both hands.It wasn't a rainy season but was raining. We travelled in his van on our way back to home and became friends. My first friend @ RIT........... ........... ...............

                    
                    Almost 4 years passed.., It was a rainy season but wasn't raining and moreover twas my last day @ college when the same van gave me the lift for the second time. First one in the first day and the second one in the last day. I wanted to tell the same to Georgin but i dint.., dont know why? May be beacuse of my soliloquy when i alighted from his van "Today, both of us are missing our male parents"

              It was a rainy season but wasn't raining!!!

Football WC: The Best Sporting Event

Tomorrow  is the most important day in the world of sports as the king of outdoor games (football) is all set to announce the Winners.I had fights with many of my friends about Olympics & Football. To me, winners of World Cup Football are greater than the Olympic winners.No force on earth is going to change my view and will ever be the same.I may be wrong to 99.9% of the world. But, i wont change. Such is the degree of excitement Football WC brings to me. No Olympics reached anywhere near it to me.

I may be delivering a prolix absurdity.........., dont know..........., still i repeat Winners of WC Football are the world champs

WC ' 10 ends for me

As expected they missed Riquelmi. Poor defending along with the inconsistent midfield caused another Latin American express to derail. Never expected such a humiliating defeat from the hands of Germans. It was a repeat of what happened in the prev., WC. No excuses for Argentines.

     I really doubt if the past week had something special.., Tennis king Federer's exit from Wimbledon, Cricket champs Australia lost to  England in ODI series, Top favourites of 2010 WC were gunned down. Still love u Messi. Hoping to see u @ Brazil in 2014. Bye BYe South Africa

NB: No comments will be entertained for this post

Bye bye Brazil

I pinched myself to prove that myself wasn't dreaming. There were no clues in the first half as Brazil looked in awesome touch. But Sneijder and co. waited for something to happen and Melo provided exactly the same in the 52nd minute. It was Netherlands all over after that........ Thanks to Sneijder...Thanks to Robben.... Thanks to Kuyt...... n lots more

             If Sneijder was left unmarked..,for the header, blame should have to be on the defence.(Remember Carlos & Henry in QF of WC '06..,) But my pretending prodigious footballer excused it as a "mistake".He wasn't ready to accept the weakness of defence,since every media pointed Brazil as the best defence side in the 2010 W C.Dear friend.., this ("mistake") is what we call poor defending.He was making excuses one after the other.Araey yaar.., had Robben or Van Persie been a bit more sharp.., the margin could have been 4 or even 5-1.Pride goes before a fall and Brazil proved it.

           Do i wanted Argentina to win or Brazil to lose?.Both were my wishes, out of which former was only secondary. The undisicplinary Brazil never deserved a victory yesterday.

        BRAZIL THOTTAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
        HOLLAND JAYICCCHHHAAAEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

Getting out of touch..........,

I dont knw what actually happened to me.., It's been a week now. Not even intersted to make a miss call to my dearest friends.., such a high class boring week..,

I actually planned to become a pakka gentleman after my college days.., never thought twas such a herculean task that i could never attain.., but this tym i promise.., a real MJ (that's wat i call myself) promise..., to the entire world that  whatever be its height i will climb the hill..,

Wait n see!!!!!!!!!!

S8 TOUR 2 Cherthala

              I know this is gonna be a long post.., but, i want to remember these in the days to come..,(we.., the TEAM consider it as an s8 tour) So, i have decided to make this one extra long..,

        There were a lot of expectations about the final year tour programme among us when s8 started. Unfortunately, the unexpected entry of ONE along with other college events left "no room" for the picnic. But 25th April '10 came in.., as one of the special days in our college life

          My classmate & pre-hostelmate Aswin invited us for the wedding reception of his Bro., @  Cherthala on 25th April '10 from 4pm to 9pm. The Pala puli Bastian., foresaw a jovial trip in it. Jith, Shown, myself & Neeraj joined him for the venture.Thanks to Bastian ., who took the initiative for bringing out a jolly trip from nowhere.., for which could've been otherwise an ordinary trip. The north-eastern territory of "Venice of the East" was conquered by "the TEAM" in a Maruti WagonR on the same day.

       I was told to join the team from Kottayam but was turned down due to certain urgent programmes (submission. of Canara bank application.,). I joined hands with PS (neeraj) @ Cherthala KSRTC stand. Basian & co., came 10 mts late as they travelled a dozen kms extra(i doubt., if they were perverted by Cherthala slang). It was around 12' 0 clock when "the TEAM" united. The things that happened after 12 cant be brought to its fullest here.

I am sharing you a part from it..,

 Jith's pookutty (instead of Arookutty) set the things to fire. Sethulakshmi (her home) was our first aim. Via the Japan drinking water project, we reached her home. The moment we entered, the 1st among the surprise package was delivered.., Sip-ups were served. It was followed by drinks (i mean squash). Her mother made an enquiry on us & Sethu intervened when former turned to our studies. We found a communal harmony @ her home. Pictures of various religious Gods were seen all over the house. The idiosyncrasies of the 4 foot 4.4 inched.., cleared all our doubts regarding the sip-ups. Her childish smile and childish ways made us doubt if she was our classmate.Running after the pussy cat (Tom n Jerry), funny fights with her mother, ladder in her room, sip ups etc.., made the story more funfilled. The only thing which dint join the party were 2 tongueless dogs., which i suspected to be statues..,

The food harvest climbed to its top level @ around 1.30pm. Bastian's approach to the food seemed as if he hadn't seen the food for past 2 years. (Luckily, Sethu's father came only after the food war). Everybody had, to their respective capacities. After some casual talks with the family, we moved to Prabi's home., Sethu climbed into her Activa for guiding us to Prabi's home.., I wondered how she managed to put her foot on earth when the vehicle was stopped !!!

Good Bye 2 Sethu's home...............,

After travelling about 30 mts.., we arrived at Prabi's cottage.

It was the most populated home in our outing. Prabi introduced everybody to us & vice versa. Along with her family, friends & neighbours were seen @ her home to receive us. A variety of dishes were made available to us. But the criminal work done @ Sethu's home prevented us from having those. Bastian stood out here too.., Prabi showed us her new home which was stopped at its half way stage due to water shortage. Inside the house, a room was shown to us. She told us fights were going on b/w she & her bro.,  as both claims it. Let's hope the fight goes on..,
We had some snapshots infront of it before saying good bye to them. Prabi joined Sethu as the pillion and "the TEAM" moved to RIT lady rep.,'s (Akhila) home who only knows what hp does the LH pump have?

Good Bye to Prabi's home...............,

From the most populated to the least populated home. Akhila & the doctor in the making (her sister) received us. Having found the parents were not at home, I shed my mask (sorry..,"the TEAM" only knows what it means). I entertained the whole group with my magic skills using the mosquito net (hoping the TEAM wont reveal it..,) and my plans of boosting the energy level b4 moving to the Beach was successfully completely.

Wait Akku's home..,  we'll be back soon..,

Lady rep., claimed the front seat and i proved the TEAM that the dicky is the safest seat (place) in the car. Activa duo followed us. Cameras & mobiles were given to me and everybody shook hands with the sea. I was not interested to step into the A-Z mineral waterbody. Around 6, we returned to Akhila's home (parents arrived..,) and some among us took bath at her home b4 having the tea.
We actually planned to reach S S Kalamandir as a group of 7. But since, the tome spent on the beach was a little more than expected.., the ladies held back as Sethu insisted to go home. The TEAM got seperated., and ladies went back to their respective houses.

Good Bye to Akhila's home................,

We met David, Prp & Arjundas along with C S students @ the reception spot. 4 different styles of food were arranged. The party was well organised. After meeting the bride & bridegroom, we had our food and was completely tired after the wholeday programme. We spent nearly an hour there and departed to ur final destination.., Arjundas' home (sorry.., actually it was prp's home for the rest of the TEAM). By 8.30 pm we reached munshi's (that's wat we call him) home. the moment we entered his house, Dasappan removed the cover of a big "robust kola", which was hanging from the top. Suddenly, Jacki started barking..,(Had Sethu's dog heard the sound.., it could've died !!!). Also, a communal harmony was seen in the home just like Sethu's.Nobody among us was interested in the robusta, as we hardly had space left in our stomach.

That man again surprised us. Who else can it be? Yes, the real Kaniampadikkal Bastian Ittiyavirah..,

Unlike Munshi, his mother talked a lot to us. By 9 '0 clock we bid adieu to Munshi's home. Everybody were completely tired and thanks to Bastian for his brilliant driving skills.

Good Bye to Arjundas' home................,

It was almost 9.40pm when the TEAM left me @ Alpy KSRTC stand before moving to Prp's home. I reached home by 10.20pm. Thanks to everybody who helped us in the day and i doubt if i had a better day than this ever in my college life.....,

Why am i not studious?

    The final semester exams knocked the door.Studious' continued romancing the texts and like honeymoon couples, their intimacy grew as the time went by.As usual, nothing special happened to me and i sticked on to my theory of entertainment during the days of study leave, which gave my tv and pc a busy schedule even after the IPL.


    After the fruitful attempt of extending the lab exam dates, i returned home in the afternoon from my college via Changanacherry in a KSRTC bus, where i met my schoolfellow, 'Aneeta'.It had been more than a couple of years since we met. We exchanged our campus' thoughts and had a lot of fun before she asked me the inevitable of a student.15% was the lag in my aggregate to her. The mindset i got into, at that moment is inexpilcable, as i remembered the incident which took place years ago, when i led her by the same p.c. at our school results and today the world has turned upside down to me. I doubted if i looked like an absolute monkey infront of her who lost its tail.Suddenly, I realised how poor were my efforts during the past 4 years.


    I determined " I am not the foolest person on the earth. This is my last sem; I am gonna show the world how good i can be" and with a lot of such inspirational thoughts, i ran into the post near my home. Fortunately, nothing serious did happen to me. I had a speedy bath and with hunger for study i grabbed my text.I put on the fan's switch and figured out that the electricity once again made me remember the Indian state which i was in? Hunger for study got evaporated quickly.......,


    Suddenly, i remembered about my blog which was kept silent for the past 4 weeks. I took my hardly written "AMP" notebook for scribbling in., as the wordpad, notepad etc., were prevented by the KSEB. As soon as, i picked up my writing rhythm, the device for creating a current of air started its work. I don't know how quickly i decided to have a go, at my favourite EA SPORTS FIFA '09.


    "Is KSEB the culprit ?" I strongly think so........,

Eventful Days

Highly eventful were the past two weeks.IPL hungama, ONE - The Fest , University results, Unit tests,  Ghost House Inn, Water scarcity, Smash etc.., etc..,

Easily, IPL was the best. I had a lot of obstacles to witness my fav., T20 hungama.

ONE, was the first and it took away from me Tendulkar's blitzkreig innings against Dare Devils with it .
There were a lot of efforts put in by various committies of ONE and i really doubt if "ONE" reflected it completely.
Right from the start, ONE found multiway hinderances.
One among the depts. threatened to avoid the national level techno cultural fest.
Later, it was solved to some extent.(But i dont think so)
The diversion of trains by railway dept. derailed the fest to a greater extent, as it made the journey to RIT worser and many of the colleges walked away from ONE.
Also, the inexperience contributed..,

Inspite of all these, we managed to put up a decent show as FUTSAL and Radio Mango events gained voxpopuli.
Before the treasure hunt, some of us had a "STELLA" hunt, which really made "ONE" worth for us.
Let's wish that "ONE" may do the business next year in a better way.
Hats off to the mentors of ONE 2010.

Unit tests also added darkness to my IPL colours. I was really confused whether to go for the exam or the T20 Bonanza.
After an initial flummox, i managed to solve it by bunking two exams. An uninvited guest came with no shame and it was none other than the University results.
However, it dint surprise me with my results. But surprise packages were delivered and it almost ended the hostel life to some of my friends.

Water scarcity helped my IPL days as the exams got postponed to the coming week.

Will join you next week with my remaining stories..,

Bye for now

We met to get seperated and are seperating to meet again.....,

Hardly 60 days remaining @ RIT. One may wonder how fast days are disappearing. I cant believe that my age @ RIT touched 4. 

 Feelings.., isn't it what we call when the time of seperation starts knocking us ? Many of my friends have already started showing symptoms of "it". I dont know why am i not that worried like them? Is it 'coz of the lack of a lover @ ma college? Or am i missing true friendship @ RIT? I thought about it for a while..., 

Later, i realised that nothing of the above was my problem. 

The reason of not arousing the feelings in me was my

"Back papers".., I cant fix to my mind that am leaving RIT within 2 months. An echo seems sounding at my ears that i would have to take trips to RIT for atleast a couple of times more after my regular exams. Gut feelings.......,

Legends say w/o BP (back papers) you can never be called as an engineer. Only through supplies.., one learns how to tackle such situations in life. So, never feel shy when one asks you about supplementary status..,

I hope my little words helped atleast some of my friends who too enjoy the so called "BP degree"..,

The below lines are permitted only to "BP" graduates

Let's show the world what we can.., 
Read the proverb "Unity is Strength" and realise its value..,

Let's unite and say

"dhaivamae ithavana enkilum ellam rakshapeduthi tharanae..,"

This is how the devotion enhancement happens......,

Woe of a blogger

It often happens., when you sit down to make an article the mind goes out of station. How can you describe this situation? I don't know.

The situations of confusion and emptiness usually creates the same result. There has been occassions when i was devoid of topics and got stuck.

Today, multi topics are creating the chaos to me. I can hardly concentrate on a single subject. poem or fiction? twas my first confusion. 

However, i managed to get away from it so quickly as i figured out that none were my areas. Next confusion was if to write in English or Malayalam.

For the past 6 or 7 years,i never attempted an article on Malayalam. So, i decided against as i was not interested to make another bedlam.

Politics or Terrorism? Health or Accidents? Shopping or Motoring? Cricket or Football? Cinema or Current affairs?....... it seemed the pendulum was not going to stop.

I have heard from many that "Pandemonium can easily make one mad". I realized that am already having more than enough. 

So, i never wanted to take a chance and shut my pretending blogger for the time being.

Sachin Tendulkar

You may fail if you try to exaggerate the little master, because tomorrow he will prove that he is beyond your exaggeration.

10 days after the valentine's day 2010, the most precious gift was presented to the world of cricket by the God of cricket.

He never moved his lips, still delivered the sweetest song in the world.
His composition @ Gwalior simply outsmarted Rahman
He never had a brush to paint the world's most beautiful picture.
He was on his foot, but was still faster than Barbaus TKR       
                                                              
The only thing he had was a 3 feet long stick and it presented with it, what the world's best magician failed to.
24th Feb'10 @ 1 pm GMT., 5' 5" tall cricket God, Sachin Tendulkar moulded up the best flower in ODI history @ Gwalior.
Newer n newer ragas were composed at every strokes and the whole world had an ear to the ground and enjoyed the lullaby of Tendulkar's bat.
Yes, The "Adidas" willow penned the most beautiful poem ever and his hobby of creating the history continued.,

        Medias struggled to describe the shots he played.The beauty of his game was simply inexplicable and defeated Brazzein in taste.
It had with it all the answers which the cricket world has been searching over the years and he showed the world why he is considered as the best batsman ever lived.
"Don't bowl him bad balls, he hits the good ones for fours", Sachin proved Kasprowicz was right.
One can't blame Naseer Hussain for his words "Tendulkar is greater than Bradman", such is the impact he made on the field over the years

Beneath the helmet, under that unruly curly hair, inside the cranium, there is something we don't know, something beyond scientific measure. Something that allows him to soar, to roam a territory of sport that, forget us, even those who are gifted enough to play alongside him cannot even fathom. When he goes out to bat, people switch on their television sets and switch off their lives.

God wanted to enjoy Cricket, that's why HE sent Tendulkar to earth

Travelogue

'twas a usual casual talk. I noticed nothing special when we started it. But later, i found myself wrong with my prejudism once again. "Where is Dhawan? where is Raina? where is ........?aren't they talented?"it seemed he was gonna attack me in no time. Such was his aggression. He was completely disturbed. He seemed a cricket fanatic.

I was moving from Kottayam to Alleppey in a K.S.R.T.C bus after my routine classes @ RIT on a sunny Friday."2.30" was the reply from the Enquiry officer who looked around 50s, when i asked him about the departure time of Alleppey bus parked at 2nd platform. 2.15 i read the time from my watch. I moved towards the bus and occupied a window seat. After about 5 minutes a man came and sat next to me. He was having a newspaper "Deepika sayahnapathram". He was murmuring Turning the pages. I looked at him. He asked me "Who allowed Wriddhiman Saha to have a go? any other debutants?......., it's a shame for us.hmmmm No.1 ranked team in the world." Questions followed one after the other. It took nearly 3 minutes for him to stop. He kept silent for 5 seconds.I thanked God for making me a cricket lover and realised that it was time for me to make my viewpoints,and told him "you cant always depend on Tendulkar,Dravid and Laxman. Other talented players should also be given chances..,no.,?" "what for? to make India suffer innings defeats" He started to raise his voice a bit more as the bus also started moving. It seemed he had no confidence in our budding talents. "Selection committie is making money, they are fooling us by worse selections. How disciplined are the Australians in this department?. No two a penny is allowed there. They are focussing on talents and what about ours...,? everyone knows.., what is happening.., " I gained more n more interest as the talk progressed. "Do u think they would give chances to the deserved.., never.., Where is Dhawan? Where is Raina? Were is ........?aren't they talented?" he raise cained with temper and told me another 3 or 4 names. I didn't get him as myself was not familiar with ranji players.He asked me "Do u know how much have they scored in Ranji matches?" conductor intervened "ticket plzzzz..," after collecting tickets.., we continued our talks."This brutal game by selection committie started right from the early days of Indian cricket. He told me about 10 to 20 names., which i never ever heard in my life and told me that they were not considered by the committie since they were from South during late 80s and early 90s. I thought he was a cricket fanatic, but wasn't. Every department in the nation is corrupted. He introduced himself as "George" and told me he works at Secretariat. "No officer in our gamut equals them in corruption",telling this he folded the paper and kept in his bag. His railleries gained him the attention of passengers. Before alighting at Changanacherry, he warned me "India will never become developed untill these kind of cancerous virus' are gunned down. 'Shankar' movie heros should become real for that to happen". "What he said is an absolute truth", i whispered before another "INDIAN" shared my double seat...........,

CHIRU'S CHARLIE N CHARLIE'S CHINNU

..........they were all celebrating. Music station sounded to its fullest,dancing floor produced a set of debutants. Drinks flew from corner to corner. They never what else could be done to have more fun @ the party. Hours went by.
Chiru figured out the north western corner of "Philip's Base", where i was sitting hardly noticed all throughout these hours. I was in no mood to zero in on at those...., Chiru picked up a chair from the floor,(only one chair was rearranged during the party and on it myself was sitting) and sat right to me. We didn't speak for 2 minutes. Inspite of the unbearable noise(they call it "western music") he was able to catch my unspoken thoughts. He placed his left hand on my shoulder gently and patted softly for more than a couple of times. I kept looking down and controlled my emotions, as no tears were allowed to trespass. Suddenly it clocked three. Chiru looked @ me with a beautiful smile and said "Three". I put my face down. He repeated it thrice."Three.., Three.., Three..,"

It happened almost 3 years back on 03/03/03. I alighted at "Jack lane",in the early morning from "Margadarshi Express" and searched for an auto in the early morning.I noticed a 5 feet 9 inched moustacheless handsome guy approaching me. He enquired me where i was moving to?.
"SCEC"
"FIRSTNAGAR?"
"YES"
"Ist YEAR"
"YES"

He offered me a handshake and said "I'm Christopher Clemens". "Harlie Chandrasekhar ", i replied. (Later, we became "Chiru n Charlie"). A weighing machine was kept near us in the lane. Chiru attempted first with a one rupee coin. It returned a card with 66 kgs written on it along with some funny quotes. He told me "Today is three three (03/03) and i found myself six six(66)". 57 the machine responded for me.Chiru was first year Ec student at Samuel Clinton Engineering College,Firstnagar. IT was my trade.Within no time we became thick friends.., for which everybody suscepted us as friends from kindergarten. I was a short-tempered guy.Chiru taught me the lessons of patience and built in me sense of humour from his activities.It helped us a lot in our ragging sessions. He taught me the best quality a person should develop inorder to withstand stress is humour sense. I often laughed at him quoting the same as Chiru's 1st law of Success.

We got a new company during our journey in "Margadarshi Express". Both of us were a bit shy towards the lady department in our early college days. Chandni was her name.She seeked help from us during the journey as she was a bit scared to move along with no friends in the Express. She told us that she had seen us many a times in our block, as all the first year students shared the same block. I told Chiru in a louder voice(to make sure that she is hearing)""It is quite interesting that we haven't seen her through all these days.., no? I can't believe it..," He whispered to me "Enough.., enough"(We spoke about her atleast 100 times and even nicknamed her as "Chinnu"). For making an impression on us we started to ask her details from the beginning.., right from her name"Chandni J.K".She was an Archi.., student.Eventhough we knew everything about her,questions were arrowed to her at a regular basis for some unknown reason.

Chinnu used to go home every week as nostalgia prevented her from staying at hostel. But we(myself n chiru) went only once in a month. After she became our friend,i even thought about becoming a day scholar if she was available. Chiru warned me"You look too crazy.., it's dangerous". Chiru almost became her brother, but i had different plans. By the end of first year, we 3 became good infact, great friends and were thesobriqueted as "Three musketers - CHIRU,CHARLIE,CHINNU"

2nd year at SCEC, brought amazing fun to our lives.It was during this time we (i and Chiru) went to gym for achieving the so called 6 pack. After the very first day at gym, i realised the fact that it was meant for manly guys and i lost my interest. But Chiru always wanted me there @ gym as his co-6 packer.Chiru worked out brilliantly and the goal was achieved to him in no time.I reached nowhere near him, but was better than a "SCHOOL BAG" and became a bit more stronger.
Swimmimg for hours,playing badminton,2nd shows,late arrival to classes,CHICKING(my fav..,) etc.., etc.., made us a heaven open to me. Days went by, everything sounded good but the studies. Eventhough managed to clear all the arrears before the placement, we ran short of the cutoff and were mercilessly thrown out from the list. It was only then we realised the truth and we cant help it.
Almost everybody got their jobs and the party was arranged for the success. I became really sad when i came to know about my original status and some unhappy moments haunted my mind at the PHILIPS BASE.Chiru however looked cool as usual, when he joined me.............

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"Coffee", said the bearer. I came out of the past, took the glass in my left hand and started to have it. College days memories made me taste the coffee better and with a smile, i remembered the golden words from my divine friend @ PHILIPS BASE on that particular day: "if a 03/03/03 make us to this level. I'm optimistic, we'll certainly make it big tomorrow.Don't hurt yourself on today's simple things". Before i finished my coffee, Anuraga vilochananayi..........., climbed into the air from my mobile."Chiru calling...." mobile displayed.
"Hello"
"daaaa.., where are you?"
"Albertzzz...,"
"am coming"

Chiru opened the doors of Albertz Cafe and i raised my left hand to point me out."Charlie.., this is my last, you have to do it this time or else i know how to deal with", his voice sounded impatience. "Don't worry,i will do it this time. That's for sure", i promised him. "Today is 3rd March. You won't get a better day than this to reveal it to her. After that,I have a programme in my mind to celebrate our 6th anniversary. Please don't spoil it", he told me while walking out of our firm's coffee shop. Like Santhakumaran Sreesanth i repeated said to myself "I'm gonna do this..gonna do this......"

My confidence level was boosted when Chiru told me that she used to smile these days when they talk about me. Ascending the stairs he stopped me and said"Heyyyyy.., i forgot to tell you something.Last day, Deepu teased Chinnu infront of our guys when she laughed unnecessarily and told her that if you started to come in her dreams.She looked a bit shy and ran away". I seriously doubted whether it was an instant story popped up from him to cheer me up. He added"She too is eagerly waiting to hear it from you".
"Why can't she propose me?"
"What all things did she provide us.., haaa.., and now.., u want this one too.., aren't u ashamed?"
Chiru was prepared to handle anything and everything from me. He started to dig out the past "Remember she made us to this level. Hadn't she helped, we would have been enjoying pretty ordinary standards of living. Nobody would have helped us.You idiot still.....," before hearing anymore, i closed my ears with my palms and shouted "I will.., I will..,do it" and climbed up the stairs quickly.

I saw Chinnu coming towards us. I turned back and looked Chiru. The expression on his face was inexplicably confusing "Hai Good morning", Chinnu's words gave me a nervous breakdown. "Good morning" Chiru replied as i turned around. "Charlie.., What's wrong with you?" Chinnu asked."He used to be like this,whenever he wants to tell me something. I will solve it now" Chinnu told Chiru. She came near me and my heartrate became uncountable.
"Tell me,i know you want to tell me something"
"Hey!!!.., tell it yaar..," Chiru patted on my back
I gained all my confidence,opened my mouth, before i found myself liplocked. I started to stammer.

She laughed at me and said "You won't.., still a lot more to go.., Until you tell this to me.., i too won't..,"

Chiru shouted at me "You are the biggest fool on the entire earth" and presented his idiosyncrasies before leaving. She didn't control her laugh and walked away from me. Before entering her cabin she turned back and said

"Bye Charlieeee.., Better luck next time"

I looked upto heaven and said "Amn't i matured enough for the 'activities' ?"

Angelic Nightingale

Angelic Nightingale

The melodious tune enticed
me towards her
it had stolen my heart and
i dressed an amorist.

No merle could match her
mellifluous beats
temptuous her voice was
to strive "Keats"


Riding on the velleity
i saw a sweet dream,
where we shared our
times of amourosness

A beauteous heaven
opened to me
where i walked in
with my inamorato

Sorrows

SORROWS...,
Sorrows.., the inevitable emotion
it makes one into another..,
'some' steps stronger
like a gigantic 'titanic'
'some' to the weakest

it jades you instantly...,
stabs n stabs for no reason
aches n kicks everything
splits one as torned papers
pain the only taste it knows..,

truthful among emotions
like a black dot in the white paper
transparent from every angle
tastes the same from palace to hut...,