A Wail..

He has been contemplating for a while, over the possibility of a rendezvous since their first and the last meeting. Enough of the hints being given to her which was futile and took him nowhere, finally he decided to take the matter into his own hands. As the first step, he called on his cupid, a gifted Sony Ericsson. He scrolled down the contact list, till he found her name. Now it’s only a key that stood between him and a prospective rendezvous, unless she decided otherwise. But then something happened to him, he felt a lump in his throat and and was too weak to talk. Life has been hard for him. His inhibitions, it pulled him backwards every time when he tried to move ahead. But this time he was tenacious and knew the workarounds. He just typed in a short, crisp message, which was mentally phrased and rephrased many times and sent it to her. Thus he began the wait which seemed to last for an eternity. Time, it never moved in his favor, either too slow or too fast. She reciprocated not so late and, that was a positive. He was excited but, he has been constantly advised by those concerned to grow up. So he restrained himself from the public display of emotions, he regarded that as a visible sign of maturity.

And finally he met her. He talked to her in ditto with the script, written well before and rehearsed many a times but, it was too short to last the entire assignation. He was stuck again, at the wrong time, at the wrong place. He tried to bail himself out of the mess, wiping sweat from forehead he said:

He: the climate is too hot these days.

She: the mall is fullyair conditioned

He: aaargh!!

Positives & Negatives

It was a hard earned vacation for me when I got to go home last week after almost 8 months. During my one week stay in home, I had planned to meet few of my friends working in Kerala. After a little confusion over the date and venue, four of us who had spent four years together in the college finally turned out for the get together. Late on that evening when most of us were riding high on alcohol, watching rain from balcony of the resort that faces the riverside, the ambiance was poetic and the mood philosophical. Moved by all these, one among us blurted out “What does it takes for a person to get loved?”. A friend of mine who has developed an aversion to alcohol recently and now seeking solace in fruit juice replied him directly; “I love you because your positives outweighs the negatives”. A witty friend who was unable to take in anymore of this heavyheaded discussion commented quickly “eda avan juice kudichu kindi ayi”, which roughly translates into, “He has got the high from juice”. It soon got everyone of us rolling in splits of laughter.

Spare Them!

The World Cup has progressed into Super Eights with the Indian team, already been shown the door after the league itself. Our players has comeback from the Caribbean islands but, for few Indian fans who were seen waving the tri-color in the grounds where we were supposed to play Australia & New Zealand in the super eights.The news daily TOI which has long back stooped into the levels of yellow journalism has spotted our captain soaking himself up on the sea waters in Kovalam and by them he couldn't have opted for a better place for he could have felt himself being in the Caribbean islands even now. A very bad Joke indeed. Back to the visual media, their postmortem continues till today from the day of India's exit and then they extort people to send sms on whether Sachin should continue in the team. Oh come on, His name has almost been the synonym of Indian cricket for the last seventeen years and for the true followers of the game he has set new standards in the ball game. Be it the sheer beauty of his cover drive or the mesmerizing square cut that sends the ball screaming across the point or the adrenaline rush that we felt when he ran down the pitch to loft the ball across the boundary, he has given us enough to cherish the moments we spent watching him play.It's really sad to see the question of his continuance in the team being subjected to the answers of people who are dumb enough to send sms's to these shows for he knows his game better these fans. He has played his last World Cup and he might have failed to reenact what he had done before, but that doesn't bring down the value of what he is to the team and to the game of cricket now. At least they should have spared him from the torture of this kind.


P.S: When quizzed on whom does he think is responsible for India's exit from the world Cup, a witty fan replied thus:"isn't it Indira Gandhi who is responsible, for she created Bangladesh or isn't it Hanuman who is responsible, for he didn't destroy Lanka"!.

A page from a less eventful life

I completed my last paper of my engg: finals which I had no intention of writing,for by then i was sure i would have to spend another six months in this eastern suburb of Calicut to get my degree.Routine gestures about the exam, like "aliya, ethu pongumo"with me replying "elleda" were exchanged with my well wishers on my way back to hostel. We had planned a trip to Thekkady before we finally bid adieu to each other after four years of stint in the college together. So I did my packings with a wartime effort and joined my friends with whom I'll never share a classroom again and started the last outing from our alma-mater.
Hours of drive and packets of cigarettes after, we reached angamaly, by then it was too late so we looked out to spot a beverage shop there itslef otherwise we would be declined of our chance of making a small contribution to Kerala's economy for all such shops would be closed by 11 PM. Without much hassles we spotted one and I, accompanied by my friend joined the queue before the shop. The queue had ample length and soon I got lost in thoughts of plans for making our last booze session an eventful one. it was the comment "pengalee, evide paalu kittilla" that brought back my senses, it was then I noticed a women of middle age carrying a glass in her hand accompanied by a girl who had an age to be called her daughter standing beside the queue. It was too early for me to grasp the irony of her life so, I couldn't help it but to join the laughter that followed the passing comment. She stood there lost for a while and then hesitantly approached the counter, by then our queue has moved forward and we were only a few men away from the counter. She climbed the stairs infront of the shop and asked the men in the counter "evide loose ayittu kittumo" pointing her glass.She was replied in the negative and they stood there for a while and left.I thought about the kind of emotion she had for the man who had sent her here, by then my friend tapped me on the shoulder and we conversed thus:

Friend:" avarude oru gathikedu nokke"
Me:" njan desp ayeda"
Friend:" saramillaa,desp mattan namukku oru extra half koodi vangam", and then we laughed together!.