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.
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.
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.
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!!".
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.
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