Saturday, December 26, 2009
The spirits of 2009 Christmas are not lost but exist as a taste beneath my tongue, relaxation in my eyes, laughter from my mouth and exercise for the hands. Christmas for 2009 was not a special one for me but it covered most of the left-overs during the weekend. I was not able to wish you properly for Christmas and New Year; so here comes a mega blasting Abhi wish “My hearty wishes to all for Christmas and New Year. May this year witness your sour incidents and let the next year offer loads of happiness in your life”.
I thought to rewind the entire episode at 2x speed and recall what really happened.
Awahh!, came the sound from inside a closed room with fan rotating at fifth max-speed, music penetrating ears though a laptop acting as the source. A strange figure sleeping on a fluffy mattress (not at all Sunidra mattresses) looked around strangely to figure out what really happened. He realised shortly that it was 7Pm and that he slept while watching a movie.
I and Avinash reached Royal bakery and ordered a lime Juice. The yatra extended further purchasing a plum cake and eating onion uthappam. Annapurna restaurant in Kirakke kota, Cochin serves hot and crisp onion utappam. The scene was made energetic by the hotel owner who dragged a drunken man out of the restaurant. Christmas days are the days when citizens in India are seen single legged.
We reached home and called Janardhanan to join us in cutting the cake. I took the knife and started cutting the cake with the song “happy birthday to…” and all started laughing. Ha ha… happened accidentally and then changed the words to happy Christmas to you… to support the rhythm without changing the music. : ) again hit the 32 x backward button and went to the college days when we asked a junior boy to sing, insisting he had a great voice. After he completed the song all clapped hands with a sweet dialogue “Please don’t repeat”.
I remember the song which we used to sing as a remix to jingle bells that started “jingle ghanti, jingle ghanti, uncle santa claus….” Those were the school days when I used to be a child, handsome, young, energetic and authentic. Now things have changed a lot. Although people still say I am a child in the behaviour… ha ha
Paused, played and hit the forward button and it is 3.30 PM, the Christmas day and no food yet ready. Avinash said that he would prepare his speciality recipe of aalo fry and Janardhanan started anda bhurji. Avinash’s aloo fry ended in aloo mesh and I stuffed it inside chapattis to prepare aloo ka paratha. My blogging and cooking experience always helps me create, creative recipes. Since the lunch was too late we had it awesome.
The story stuck here and I had to start it from the start of Christmas day which started with me getting up and waiting for Janardhanan to get ready for the gym. I gave several knocks at the door and did not see him respond. I did not think a second and jumped again to my bed for completing my sleep. Watched nice dreams where I am not at all any superman or He-man. My dreams always have some funny characters, some action, no romance, scientific calculations and new inventions. It is a pakka computerised world… man.
Got up and completed starters (daily activities including bathing, brushing, and dash dash…). Opened the laptop and started playing an old game… Return to castle wolfestien. Later Janardhanan got up and started his so-called favourite tamil songs where the she-anchor wears a very long, long… dress. Avinash reminded us about morning breakfast and we prepared chapattis and aloo matar sabzi.
This movie was compressed using Auto Gordian knot, however after playing the initial scene it reached the conclusion that Christmas is celebrated to enjoy, eat, laugh and share joy.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Today I will take you to my school days. It appears as if it happened some years back; however those some years may be 8-12 in number. I was in fifth standard, a handsome, cool, studious (my mother used to sit with a stick and teach me that’s why) guy who was liked by most of the teachers. I was never a so called pet-student of any teacher but yes, they liked me and my attitude. They were the real rocking days with friends and mischief. I still remember my chemistry teacher “Shivani” who used to always slap on my cheeks for not completing my home-work and doing mischief in the class. It took me a lot of patience and workouts to recover the cheeks to their original shape… ha ha…At that time started the craze of reading small books. Don’t wonder, they were not any serious books but comics.
Wishing all a Happy Christmas and New year.
Comics were very popular among children those days. Children had time duration of 1-2 hours a day for TV video games and rest of the time was spent with the comic’s heroes, outdoor playing and studies. I do not have very sharp memories to remember the name of all those comic books I read but yes they were thousands in number. My neighbor was running a library and they also started bringing in Comics due to its popularity among the children. Being my neighbor he was never able to charge me and I use to read 5-6 comics one after the other each day.
Hey! I forget to tell you that these comics were not English but hindi comics. English comics did not catch the fire as the local languages did in different states. Nagraj was my favorite comic hero. He had a snake like hair style with snakes emerging from his hands on his command. There were different types of snakes, big and small who were loyal to Nagraj. In competition to Nagraj was Super commando Dhruva who was an ordinary man with a six pack and flexible gymnastic skills. Later there were a lot of comic heros who started developing like doga, bakelal and shikari shambhu.
(credits: young eager minds)
Comics were always a craze for the children as Nokia n97 for me :) and people ask me whether I am a promoter of Nokia N97 in India. When it comes to comics I should not forget one of the main characters, a brilliant man called chacha chaudhary. Chacha chaudhary was called as a person who has brains more developed that the fastest computer in this world. His companion was “Sabu” who came from jupitor. Sabu was a 8 feet man with buildup like akshay kumar, bald but handsome.
I was discussing in the home with friends about my craze for comics and thought to write something on it. This thought began 4-5 days ago and due to insufficiency of time I could not fulfill it. I started this blog to register my daily incidents, funny and mischievous but time is always a factor. Any suggestions to overcome this problem will be highly appreciated.
(credits: Raj comics)
Reading comics in the home was not entertained by my mother since it crossed even 5 hours a day and she wanted me to study the books for school and complete my home-work. She never knew about the Shivani mam’s incident. My craze for comics and love for my mother prevented me to read them at home but I took them to school and started reading them hiding them in the books. As always I used to sit at the back benches with my friends where all the mischief begins.
Comics were a part of my life that gave me a spark to start converting ideas into sketches and caricatures. I started making comics with soldiers fighting, powers from their hands and so on. Mayur, Atul, Mayank, Ravi and Hanish were my friends during school days. Atul, Mayur and I used to make drawings of some heroes and compare with each other. Mayur was a genius in making caricatures. I remember Atul’s drawings that resembled like robots when he draws them.
Mayur was the first person in class to introduce moving cartoon characters. He used to draw pictures on multiple pages and then move them faster leaving each page one after the other in the same direction. Also I would still laugh at the incident when we were feeling boring and Mayur made moving comics characters on the edges of history book which teacher discovered and beat him hard.
Yesterday I downloaded an old comic’s pdf to read. Crazy isn’t it? Nower day’s comics are replaced by cartoon serials and PC/xbox games. But their spirits will last for decades.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
I am going to take you back into the past, in 1987 when this story happened. I was 3 years old and we lived in a rented house in Nagpur. I remember the name of the house owner, it was “sangole”. He was an old man, tall to 6 feet in height with a “pappu-munna” face-cut who always used to shout at his grandchildren for their mischievous activities in which I was the leader. There were no video games or regular TV serials as today. If there were video games, then people were not that used to them.
The daily schedule of men was working from 9 Am to 5.30 Pm and when back they used to go to the market with a basket in hand. Women used to gather in the front of the house with a charpayi(A cot of olden days made of wood and coir) and a set of vegetables for their dinner. They will then start gossips about their neighbours and relatives but this would never end in a quarrel or cry.
Children were more active and always seen playing on the roads surpassing the vehicles that crossed. It was not like today when children are always seen busy with their never ending tuition and mini and micro tests that start in a loop. There were less vehicles on the roads and that too some bajaj scooters, if I remember “lambretta scooters” were on the verge of being extinct. People were busy with their life and still find time to devote a part of their life for their family.
Those days were really funny and we shared a lot of joy and happiness with the fellow neighbours called “muhalle wallas”.
It was 7.30 AM, Sunday and all rushed into their house shouting at their family members who were still in the bathrooms to vacate it. It appeared as if all are getting ready for a trip or a visit to the temple and that was time bound. Don’t wonder! It was all for the Ramayan serial by Ramanand sagar that will begin at 9.30 AM on doordarshan. During that time, Doordarshan was the only channel to broadcast on televisions.
In the complete locality there were only few houses that had television. TV used to be encapsulated in a big box with closing doors at those times. People would come with a garland in their hands with diya and sweets before the serial began. They will put the garland on the television and then lit the diya and would say some prayers. I remember how all neighbours used to assemble in sangoles house to watch the serial. They will be mum and will watch the serial, and get enchanted with the dialogues coming from their serial gods.
(I am not a photo manipulator but I thought to picturise the words)
I feel like laughing when I think about the mentality of the people during those times who would pray to the gods in the serial ramayan, the way they do to the gods and goddesses in temples. Ramamnand sagar’s ramayan starred Arun govil as Ram and Deepika as sita. I read once in a news paper that people in India used to greet Arun govil and Sita with flowers and would worship them in homes like god.
These all are worth a smile when we think about them today.
Also my uncle said that there was a Rajnikanth movie been played in tamil nadu few years ago where Rajnikanth is attacked by a villan and he finds himself without any weapon. A fellow viewer threw a knife on the screen saying “Please have this and kill the guy”. Ha ha… I am not surprised to imagine the 1987 ramayan freaks when I compare rajani fans today who have even built a temple for him.
I was chatting with Avinash regarding the differences between North India and South India. Between the discussions Avinash mentioned that all Hindu gods in older serials are from North India including Ram, Krishna etc. I had no answer and I said that lord hanuman was from south India. To make my explanation appear more real I said since South India had dense forests and greenery hanuman preferred to stay here. I don’t know the reality but he believed it.
I also remember the “plastic gadha” (gadha is Lord hanumans weapon) that my father purchased for me due to my insistence and I used to take this to my friends resembling Dara singh who starred as Hanuman in TV serial Ramayan. Dara singh was my favourite character in Ramayan who would fly in the sky, lift Ram and lakshman on his shoulders and would say the dialogue “Jai Sri Ram” and then sounds would come from my neighbours replying “pavan suth hanuman ki jai”. Ha ha…
Those were the days worth remembering. Also I remember the tears people would spend for the sita when she was taken by Raavana on the puspaka vimana(Pushpaka chariot owned by Ravana that can fly in the sky). People were completely involved in the serials and considered the characters a part of their family.
I hope the same incidents you might have witnessed might not be as funny as mine. Don’t forget to mention them here as comments. They will be worth reading.
Friday, December 11, 2009
I am happy that this news has appeared first on my blog. Jk is a technocrat living in Kollam, kerala with extensive expertise in Network security and management. He is from a place called koivila in Kollam which might not be popular you. People refer him by a nick name “puli” (leopard) in technical field. He is been selected as the brand ambassador of Bharati Airtel due to his continuos contributions to their growth and development. He has devoted his extra hours to analyse and apply techniques that facilitate the usage and promotion of Airtel.
Hey! Don’t get excited. This award is given by me for his continuos calling efforts using Airtel service. Jk the Jayakrishnan can be seen 24 hours on his mobile phone speaking with one person or the other. He appears to be living for eating food, working, sleeping and speaking over the phone. He holds a phone close to his ears while eating, drinking, cooking, and walking and I even doubt he might be using it while bathing. This post is about similar phone maniacs who are greatly influenced by the telephone revolution.
Technology started growing and people started calling over phones instead of sending letters. Now I would prefer to waste a 1 rupee calling my family rather than going to the post office to buy an inland letter (shhh!! Don’t tell anyone I have a one India plan ;) FYI). I started using emails but I am still attached to the phone for calling my dear and near.
Not Jk but most of us or ones surrounding us use this gadget most of the times. I also own an Airtel connection but my mobile is not always busy and I don’t prefer conversation more than 15-20 minutes. Phone conversation on one phase reduce the communication gaps while on the other increase them too.
I remember when we used to reach home and we, room-mates used to play cards, crack jokes, watch movies and play games but now everything has vanished. I can see people entering the house, washing their face and then plugging a headphone attached to their mobile deep into their ears. Then their conversation over phone begins that is even worse than a mega serial that continues until 2-3 hours and even more. Jk is one of the leaders among all who is always on phone no matter what-so-ever.
Yesterday Jk and I went for the movie “Pazhassi raja”. The queue for movie tickets was small that made the provider to come late. I was in the line waiting for the person to arrive and Jk was standing besides me. Meanwhile Jk took his mobile phone and started chatting and this lasted for 30-45 minutes which was entirely boring session for me. I was wondering that people don’t have the time to chat with their friends near to them and want to utilize even a single spare moment over the phone.
I remember when I was at home without my laptop and how lonely I was feeling. Might be this is the case with each phone-user.
If you could scientifically look into the mobile phone usage then you will discover that most users are suffering from minor diseases infecting their mind and their behaviour. Reports say that even a minor radiation from a mobile phone can cause serious effects on heart and different body parts. I am not an opposer of mobile phone companies or service providers like Airtel. I want to make the users think and rethink about their usage and its requirement. A side effect would also appear as a serious effect in social life.
This can also be seen from a positive angle that it keeps families and friends together. It helps easily interact with your near and dear ones, convey the things you cannot convey in person. Whatever positive points you present before me would be welcomed with open arms and active mind.
Airtel says “express yourself”, as its tag line but it never says “overexpress yourself”. :)
So think and rethink before I say “happy barday ho gaya hain bhailog!!".
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Human mind is the creator and the destroyer. Man invented wheels and started his journey towards innovation that is still continued in the latest cars, trains and all other means of transport that we can see today. Gadgets and most modern computers are been embedded into the vehicles to support and protect the human race and preserve its existence. They are all planned, designed, modelled, created and maintained by humans with some forces supported by Mother Nature. Still the last words are mother nature and this post is intended to introduce a means of transport that most of us forget or might have the memories buried deep under the hundredth rack of our mind-cupboards.
I came from home after attending the marriage of my friend, eating delicious food prepared by my lovely mother and become busy with the daily work and friends. I did not get time to blog or rather I should say I did not find the time to blog being lazy.
I visited home this weekend and found an interesting means of transportation that I saw last during my childhood. This is a transportation children in India have discovered for their enjoyment. I call this a “zigzag coconut car” of children that still exists from medieval times to today, 2009. It does not have any sophisticated wheels or additional attachments but everything is natural.
I saw Akhil screeching at the entrance of the house. I rushed towards it and found that was a noise emerged due to the excitement and enjoyment he was experiencing. He was sitting on a vehicle that was been pulled by Appu from the other end. The vehicle started moving forward and approached me in a slow but majestic manner. It was a simple vehicle but the children made it appear interesting and worth watching. I named it zigzag coconut vehicle. Zigzag word was added to its name due to the turning property it possesses.
The construction of the Zigzag coconut car is very simple. It consists of a flat bed seat with a straight handle having spiked designs. Don’t be astonished with the description. Zigzag Coconut car is a small branch of a coconut tree that has a flat surface at the edge that holds the tree with leaves connecting it to its top in a decreasing manner. I remember the class of microprocessor in engineering where we used to study the construction of Intel chips described in a similar manner.
Though we might feel this childish at this age but still there is a hidden child within each of us that understands its existence through such incidents. I still wish I could be small and forget the tensions and the expectations I have from living entities surrounding me.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Top marriage of 2009 in India, Atul Sadhu weds Aditi Andhare | wedding album of the love married couples
The long waiting for the marriage of my friend Atul Sadhu ended today at Jaiprakash nagar hall when Atul put garland (var mala) around the neck of the groom, Aditi Andhare. This was the top Indian marriage of 2009. There were whistles and screams, the moment Atul put the garland with his shaking hands controlled by his unstable mind. Atul Sadhu appeared to be tensed than Aditi Andhare; sorry I should now call her Aditi Sadhu after this marriage.
(Atul Sadhu weds Aditi Andhare)
The train journey was a time pass and was spent happily watching movies on my laptop. There were a group of passengers who gathered around to watch the movies and forget their boring sessions on train missing their families. It was middle of a last movie when Nagpur station came and I had to shut down my laptop. I could see a lot of sad faces behind me who wanted to spend their time on movies. My parents were at the station.
(Jaiprakash nagar hall)
I reached home and took my bike to leave for Atul’s marriage. I called Mayank to ask the route for the auditorium where the marriage was to commence who further gave the phone to Siddharth, a simple smart boy who assisted me to reach the hall. I remember Siddharth was being called as mummy ka boy by the classmates as he was depended on his mother a lot. I think he will get married soon and will become wife ka boy. :)
I reached and called Siddharth to confirm my presence at the hall. Mayank rushed at the entry to welcome me. It was not a welcome given to a VIP but a welcome given to a friend whom he met after 7 months. We went inside and saw Atul with Aditi and a group of ladies (young and old women) laughing and discussing on something unheard. He saw me and smiled without any astonishment that I was expecting from his face, may be he was tensed speaking with the ladies. I looked a round and found all colorful unknown faces. From the crowd Mayank was the only person I knew. I never like to go for weddings that have all strangers surrounding me without any known faces.
From the very start a lady, sorry a girl was in my view wearing green sari and yellow blouse. She I suppose was 23 or 24, 5 feet 5 inch in height, fair complexion, and with a sweet but confusing smile that caught my attention several times. I heard my inner instinct saying, “Abhilash beware! She is a marathi girl and Bala thakrey wont let you fly with her”. That very thought let me stop staring at her and watching in opposite direction. I don’t know why but whenever I want to get away from someone, the same thing approaches me again. Wherever I turned I could see her smiling and confusing my thoughts. amme! I hope this is not going to be start of a next leave, NEVER.
(Atul Sadhu in the room)
I was feeling lonely that made my spirits loose the activeness and strength I possess. I had my dinner with Mayank and his friends. The dinner had chappaties, rice, curry and some sweets. It was a nice dinner. Later all guest troops left and Atul was back to the room where we started discussing about school and college days. Most discussions were above my head as I was away from Atul for 6 years and never knew what happened in his life. I could only laugh at some of their jokes that never appeared to me as the laughing items. Soon I felt sleepy and slept covering me with the blanket Atul gave me and Mayank sleeping besides me.
Day two started with the sound from Atul’s mother who was calling Atul to get ready for the wedding and haldi pooja. Atul rushed into the bathroom after insistence from his father and was further dressed by his friends with Kurta paijama. Mayank tied his paijama and he was one of the leading members assisting his mainly for the marriage.
We went to see Atuls haldi pooja which was held in the room where the ladies were staying. I saw Atul sitting on the groung folding his legs and his mother applying haldi(turmeric) mixture on his legs and face. I do not know why they did it but I know it is part of their tradition. Atuls mother welcomed us and allowed me to take a couple of his snaps without any knowledge that they are going to be LIVE tonight.
(Atul sadhu's mother applying haldi)
You can see Atul tensed and worried even during the haldi pooja.
(Atul is now a haldi boy... oh sorry! a healthy boy :) )
Then we had the breakfast with vada, rava ladoos, chivda and mixtures. Mayank had more food than me and he said not to speak about the food as he is afraid of loose motions that appear further to peoples advises on food intake. We discussed some of the old school and college stories and our mischiefs. We were missing Hanish who is in America to complete his studies. We went in to the room after the breakfast where Atul was getting ready for the marriage.
(Atul sadhu dressing for marriage)
A group of friends and relatives surrounded him to make him ready for the marriage. They made him dress with his new shirt, pant and blazers. He tried several variations of shirt-ins and then finally was happy with one combination. I took the privilege to make him wear the suit that is considered the main part of dressing for north Indian weddings.
(Adjusting suit for wedding)
Atul was then made to wear a thread with hangings on three ends.
(Atul wearing the rope crown)
After tying the threads a hat was placed on his head. This hat was made of fur and covered his head clean.
(A fur hat for marriage ceremony)
I wore a red shirt and black pant without blazers to be a extinct organism in a group. Mayank forced me to wear his white colored coat for the marriage that covered my waist tight. Prabhat arraived in 15 minutes and had his breakfast from the hall. Prabhat was with me in diploma and went to another college in engineering. He is a very kind hear ted and great personality. Mayank likes him a lot and Atul admires him the same way.
(Prabhat Gupta in crazy cool looks)
I went outside and then conversed with Prabhat and asked his whereabouts. There were a couple of other guys who also posed for a photograph.
(Prabhat and other friends in wedding)
We went to the entrance of the Auditorium where Atul’s car was ready to take him towards the temple. The marriage yatra called in my words started with some drum beats and trumpeting.
All rushed towards the crowd and started dancing like jumping-jacks. I was feeling a bit shy to dance in the crowd and that too with this bulky suit. I managed to get in and move my hands pointing upwards and then down again.
I turned around and saw Atul inside the car. After a second turn I could see “kangdi” jumping in the mob like the spider man, sorry spider woman. I know you don’t know about kangdi. She is Atul’s friend who was with him in engineering. Her name is Manjiri and people kept her name as kangdi due to her thin figure. She can no longer be called a kangdi as she is healthier than me in appearance. She astonished me with her blashting performance. I hope this was better than Hrithik roshans dance in the film Koi Mil Gaya.
Mayank pulled Prabhat into the dance group and they started the never called salsa. This dance was the creation of the Hydrabadi boys who were making it their unique creation. I moved to a side by shade and shot several pictures. I focused my camera on the yester night’s girl and shot her picture too. May be I can keep this for future reference.
The group moved around the temple with ladies dancing on one side and my boy’s dancing on the other. I called them my boys as some of them were familiar to me by now. I don’t feel them close enough for a friendly talk but yes privileged for my smile.
Atul came out of the car and went towards the girls group which had his relatives dancing. He joined them and started dancing like a wet hen. I saw such dance during a competition which had two cocks jumping and hitting each other with their beaks and claws. Atul Sadhu was wearing a white hat with fur on its top and three threads surrounding it.
The crew then moved into the hall and Atul went towards the stage where his marriage was to commence. We were given packets with colored rice to throw on Atul Sadhu and Aditi Andhare when the lady standing besides stops singing.
(Atul moving towards hall)
A priest then said something that I can never translate for you. Might be he said “parda taka aani chup basa” (please put the curtain and keep quiet). A curtain was then laid in between Atul Sadhu and Aditi Andhare and some songs were further sung by the ladies. As soon as the song ended, we aimed Atul’s head and threw the colored rice on him.
Aditi was standing on one side with her head faced on the ground. I fear she lost her handkerchief on the floor or she was pretending to be shy, I never know. She was looking beautiful and a real match to the handsome boy, Atul. Atul was still tensed on the other end of the curtain with his face searching for Aditi like google search engine.
After some songs and rituals the curtain was removed and both of them could see their face. The next task for Aditi was to put the garland on Atul’s neck which he used to pull up to prevent her from doing so. After several turns she finally succeeded in accomplishing the mission and placed the garland on him.
Then both of them sat on their seats located on the stage and the relatives and friends started giving their gifts. We were waiting in a group to find our turn and meet him. I was to leave tomorrow to Cochin so I was planning to leave early from the marriage. Mayank and Prabhat further decided to wait until the marriage ends and then they can leave back to Hyderabad.
I saw Atul and notified him about my intention of leaving early. He insisted me to stay but I had no choice. I was also damn bored with no one speaking around. I don’t know how I could resist this situation for one night and one day. This was only for my favorite friend Atul. I can never say No to him as I know he considers me a friend from his whole heart and anything for a friend like him.
So keep waiting for such marriages. I hope next in the queue will be Prabhat, Hanish and mayank. Don’t ask me questions about my marriage as I do not have any plans for it until 4-5 years.
Friday, November 27, 2009
I am inside Kerala express typing this post. There are children running, shouting and screming around me. A family from hyderabad is opposite to my compartment and they have a lot of small children with them. The children are roaming in my bogie and it feels a time pass to see them.
The train was to arrive at 3.30 PM and I rushed to the room, packed my luggage and told the driver to drop me at the station. I had three black bags and a cartoon with some coconut, chips and some snacks. My parents want me to take coconuts there as they say the coconuts you get better in Kerala as compared to North India and the cost is also less. For me it is a heavy weight that I would like to avoid for any reason. I reached the station and started waiting for the train. I took one of the seats in the station and there comes a voice from the loud speaker above my head “We regret that the train 2625 kerala express is late by 45 minutes and is expected to arrive by 4.30 PM”. I was for sure, not happy to hear it. I passed my time at the station watching children play and people busy walking and others adjusting themselves in the platform.
Sorry I forget to tell you that I am going to Nagpur for the marriage of My friend Atul Sadhu. I received a call from Atul 7 months ago inviting me for his marriage that is to be held on November end. This call was followed by an e-mail with a formal invitation written, “ATUL SADHU WEDS ADITI ANDHARE”. I discussed about his marriage and the love stories in my earlier post. Atul was with me from 5th class until engineering and is a very helpful and kind person.
The train arrived at 4.40 PM and I read the board that says Trivandrum-New Delhi Kerala Express. I rushed towards B2 coach and started searching for seat number 36. I took the ticket from Kayamkulam but I boarded at Ernakulam so there are chances for the ticket to be replaced in my absence. I placed my luggage and started searching for the Train Ticket Collector to confirm my presence. He noted my number and advised me to inform Railways from the next time to avoid problems.
I got a company with a fellow passenger, an uncle who will also leave the train in Nagpur. We started chatting , discussing life and kerala. He is working in Bhilai steel plant in Madhya Pradesh and his wife is in Kerala. He has two sons one of them is in Mysore and the other in UK. The one in Uk recently got married in Kerala and left for UK. I also shared some of my thoughts with him regarding the differences of people in Kerala and North India. It was a nice chat and then I plugged my laptop after having my food which I bought from the Palakkad Junction. The next stop is in Coimbatore Junction and I think I am going to see a movie then.
This time the Power outlet is working in the train. This was not the case the last time when I had to find the mechanic and wait for them to repair the outlet. I will not be able to read all of your blogs and respond as the internet connection is restricted to some locations and the dial up connection is low too. Reliance has to also provide continuous connectivity within moving trains for users like me to surf the net.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
It was my first day in the diploma course that I joined with a genuine reason I had for my parents, “My friends are going to study computer science and diploma is a chance to get admissions in direct second year engineering”. It was not because I was an engineering enthusiast but only due to my love for my friends and my intention to be with them. I was never a studious book worm but an average student who never kept any papers pending for the next semester.
I was always a class level artist and got several small state level prizes in drawing competitions during my school-days. I used to draw pictures of my teachers, dogs, cats and everything around me. Whenever I used to study about the working of a microprocessor to an operating systems working; all I used were drawings that could make me remember the way I have to write them.
I entered the first year and started involving more into studies as my vehicle partner was a studious guy. I always used to sit in the back benches and as always draw caricature of my teachers and show it to the friends after the class was over. We all used to laugh and make fun.
One day while walking towards the library I saw a figure, tall and attractive that took away my heart in the first glance. I turned once, then again and again. I could never restrict my eyes to revolve around her and she used to pass a light smile in return. It was like printed in my heart and my artistic mind shifted towards drawing her, as a masterpiece. I filled a number of engineering drawing sheets with her photographs portraying her hairs, her face, and her overall posture. It was not hard for my friends to understand that something is wrong with me. I was running on a wrong track which I never did in my life before but then it was a young age and I was immature.
My parents were never happy about my hobby for drawing always and no serious studies. Soon a resolution was passed in the house approved by my father to stop me drawing until I complete my engineering. That made an end to my artistic career.
So, that was my first story and last story of first love in life and that too as an artist. There were several girls that entered in my life after this incident but I was never attracted towards them. All I could still remember are the memories of her smile and my drawings. You all might wonder why I discussed this incident today. This is because I saw vaaranam aayiram today and that reminded me about the old college life. This is something I can never forget.
Today I am too far from drawings and caricature, and girls too. I do not find time for anything mentioned above after my work hours or to be frank I am not interested to spend more time on such activities but yes I have a lot of memories that I can dig and make myself satisfied.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
This weekend I decided to go home and joined Jk and Biga on Ernakulam-Kollam passenger that reached Kayamkulam Junction at 6.30 PM. I called my uncle and he said me to wait at Kattanam junction so he can accompany me home. We reached home and I enjoyed there with the boys (Children of my aunt and uncle). The dinner was made grand through vegetable biriyani which was a group effort of the family members. Today I had to go to my grandmother’s home and the only bus from this place was at 11.30 AM.
My uncle’s house is situated in a village called as Payyanalloor in Kerala where there is less transportation available. I reached the bus stand with Nandu (the elder son of my aunt and uncle) and began waiting for the bus. Nandu was on bicycle as he had to go back tomorrow for his daily-schools. I waited until 12, noon and understood that the bus which was scheduled to arrive at 11.30 is not coming today.
I asked Nandu to bring a bottle of water; umbrella and we decided to walk. It was hot and humid outside and my laptop made my shoulders pain. I gave the laptop bag to Nandu and told him to place it at the carrier on the back of his bicycle. We started walking enjoying the sceneries on the road.
Walking in a village is fun but at the same time a tedious job because there are too many hills ad slopes and the ways are zigzag. We reached the junction and Nandu asked me the route we should choose. There is a route that makes the journey easy but it requires walking on a mountain generated road. We decided to go a easy path and started walking upwards. We reached the top and by then we were wet in sweat.
We drank some water from the bottle and continued the journey further. I could see ponds, cow, goats and birds around in the background. We stopped and took several snaps and continued the journey further. Nandu started dictating me different jokes and stories about his neighborhood club of which he is a member. This made the journey more interesting. I do not like to travel if it is just boring looking around the birds and talking their language.
We reached a slope which had a path leading us to a shortcut to grandmothers home. This route went through a farm with rubber trees. There were footprints that were created through constant human-marches. We walked through the rubber farm and it was dense inside. I tried to put my eyes up on the top and could see only some light piercing the leaves of the trees that surrounded the sky making a natural roof.
The route ended on another footpath that was the way to grandmothers home. We walked along it and finally made it to grandparents. We had our lunch with fish curry, fish fry, rice, pappadam, moorucurry, vazha koombu thoran, chcka thoran and merukuvarutty. The lunch was superb and the after-hours were spent watching movies followed by snacks.
I have a train tomorrow at 7 AM and will have to wake up at 4 AM. Buses are limited during early mornings and time is an essential criterion you should meet. I packed all the baked items my grandmother has for me. The days ahead will be spent with my friends in Ernakulam.