Tuesday, November 27, 2007

after the motorcyle diaries..

Just finished reading The Motorcycle Diaries by Che Guevera. Absolutely Brilliant, and I don't have anything else to say.

Before reading it, I always thought that this was a book about adventure, traveling and of course Motorcycle. After reading it I realize that it is much more than that. True, it is about adventure, traveling and the Motorcycle "La Poderosa", but what it also captures is the pains Che & Alberto-his friend-undertook to cover the distance, the courage they show through out the journey, the plight of the common man he met through out his journey,the cheerfulness of the people in welcoming him and Alberto as one among them, the jobs these guys did, the help they provided to the patients in San Pablo Leper colony and much more.

The most interesting aspect of this book is that Che looked at things just as any other commoner like you or me would have done. At the time of writing these notes he wasn't a revolutionary. The things he wrote about the Peruvian Couple and the labourers in the Mines of Chile depict how much he empathised with them. And then he went onto to help them. That's were the person in Che is much different from others who travel around the world for records,spreading messages and even self satisfaction.

Motorcycle Diaries is one great book that no one, who has a reading habit, should ever miss.

This whole day I was completely immersed in Che and I was searching for his other books, his quotes, writings about him. Among those I found this interesting paper by V Hari Saravanan. Have a read.

Friday, November 16, 2007

a play

The story and the characters in this play are fictional
and are not related to any dead or alive person in this world.
In case if you find any similarity it is just a co-incidence;
since we all belong to one small world

Actors: (In Order of Appearance)

Young Kid
Grown Up Kid
Big Boss
Poor Worker

Scene 1:

A morning at an office cafeteria. The TV Screen is on and a Cricket match is going; projected from the overhead LCD projector.Lot of crowd around having coffee. One among them is the Young Kid watching the match. He is excited; clapping for each boundary scored.

Scene 2:

Grown Up Kid comes for a coffee with other grown up kids; sees the Young Kid. He then chats with his colleagues; discuss the sensex fall and goes back.

Scene 3:

Young Kid still watching match on the big screen TV. (Camera panned from behind).

Scene 4:

Grown Up Kid comes again for a coffee with other grown up kids; sees the Young Kid. He then chats with his colleagues; discuss the Pakistan Emergency and goes back.

Scene 5:

Young Kid still watching match on the big screen TV. (Camera panned from left side showing his tense face).

Scene 6:

Grown Up Kid comes for lunch with other grown up kids; sees Young Kid. He then chats with his colleagues; discuss the Nuke Deal and goes back.

Scene 7:

Young Kid still watching match on the big screen TV. (Camera panned from front showing the excitement in his face).

Scene 8:

Grown Up Kid comes for an evening coffee with other grown up kids; sees Young Kid. He then chats
with his colleagues; discuss the Political turmoil in Bengal and goes back.

Scene 9:

Grown Up Kid complains to the Big Boss about Young Kid's TV watching tendencies.

Scene 10

Another day, another Cricket Match. Poor Worker;working late at night; knowing his idol playing in his vintage form decides to watch the match for having a break and feel the vintage idol at his heart. The cafeteria is deserted and the TV is not on.

Poor Worker to Caretaker: "Aap zara TV on karega?"
Caretaker: "Order Hai Sir, TV sirf Ek Ghante hi Dikhane hai; din me."

Poor Worker walks back to his cubicle to fight with the complexities of binary inconsistencies (what the heck; whatever it is) and opens the browser to "read" the shots his idol plays.


Friday, November 09, 2007

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

a tribute to the teachers in my life

It needed an Aviva from the Radio City to remind me that tomorrow is Teacher’s Day. Shame on me! Being a teacher myself at one point of my life, I should have definitely remembered it earlier. But thanks to her and her Route No 91 show that keeps me a good company on my way back to home.

Teachers are the people, who you would never forget in your life time. In this post I am paying a tribute to those people who have touched my life. These include the people who taught me and also the people with whom I was lucky to share the staff room during my 2 year stint as a Lecturer.

Achan. He is the one. My first teacher. The one who took pain to get the books shipped from Kerala to a distant Zella in Libya and teach this yours truly the “ThaRa, PaRa” of Malayalam and English Alphabets. At that point of time, my mom claims that I could spell the English alphabets forward and reverse fluently. His presence was felt throughout my school education. He used to chip in with the minute details of Biology and Chemistry, after I graduated to the high school and then to secondary. Those where his subjects, his forte. I terribly missed his teaching once I joined for Engineering. And I envy my sister who still gets his guidance since she chose to become a doctor like him.

Primary school days! Ah, those first steps to the school. As I started my education in Class II, the environment at the school was unknown to me. All my teachers at St Mary’s L.P School, Palai, gave me enough confidence to be in my own zone and felt me very much one among them. Of course I did cry the first few days. :P

At S.N.H.S Vadakara, things were not quite smooth. I had to learn a new subject, Hindi, which I was not taught in the Palai School. And Achan arranged a Teacher to give me tuition. She was Prabha Teacher, who was my Valiyamma’s classmate. She was really good in that subject, and taught me the intricacies of our national language. Things like the gender of words and other grammar.

As I grew up people like Physics Mohanan Sir, Prema Bai Teacher, Appunni Sir, Nanu Sir taught us the various subjects. Being young, Mohanan Sir mingled quite well with us while Prema Bai teacher was the best in English. Appunni Sir and Nanu Sir handled Malayalam and Hindi respectively. I will always remember Nanu Sir for his “Mein Jatha Hum, Thum Jaathe Ho, Aap Jaathe Hai” statements, which he used to make us recite to make our Hindi grammar correct. He is the one who told us that it is “Mujh Ko” or “Tujh Ko” and not “Mere Ko” or “Tere Ko”. But my inspiration and favorite was Madhavan Sir who taught us Mathematics. In his hands Mathematics was just like a cool rivulet flowing down the mountain. I was very much touched when on the eve of our SSLC exams, he called me up and said “Dhanush, I expect you to top in Mathematics”. I topped in the whole school, but Maths I and II fetched me 92 out of 100 and that was not enough to top in that subject. That award of top scorer when to my dear friend Boost.

I meet most of these people once in a while at my home town, but last year I made it a point to visit my school especially to visit Madhavan Sir. He was there in the middle of the Mathematics Club inauguration and bringing up the next generation Maths Whiz Kids. He was very happy to see me and I wished him the very best in his endeavour.

In the middle of that high school life, Achan found out that my Malayalam was getting weak and arranged a uition with Namboodiri Mash. I still don’t know his first name, but he was famous in Vadakara as the best Malayalam Teacher and known as just Namboodiri Mash. He was the one who introduced me to Malayalam literature. He told me the importance of reading Malayalam books and Magazines for improving my Malayalam vocabulary. I remember one instance where he asked me to recite Changapuzha’s “Kaavyanarthaki”. I started “Kanaka Chilanka Kilungi Kilungi” without any tune. Then he asked me to stop and recited it for me and asked me to recite with him. There I learned the tune of it and many more poems. I learned the Vrithams and Alankarams and learned to apply them on the poems. Finally I could identify the Vritham of a poem and sing it in the correct tune. Namboodiri Mash was really a genius.

In my life, I have always maintained the point that Class XI was the worst year in my entire school history. Firstly I was upset with Achan’s decision to join me in a Plus Two School instead of the prestigious Govt. College, Madappali, where my father, his brothers and my elder cousins studied. I was the first one in our family not to be studying in Madappalli College. Secondly I had to travel close to 90 kms a day and was mostly late for the class, with the Calicut-Kannur Passenger never keeping the right time. And so the stint that year was nothing great. Only a few teachers like Rasika Miss, who taught us English, and Chandrasekharan Sir of Chemistry impressed me. And this was where the term “teacher” was replaced with “miss”.

Seeing my marks plummet like Venkatesh Prasad’s pace at that time, Achan decide to pack me off to another school, this time a bit far in Tripunithura. I was put up with my aunt and there started my best phase of school life. I started taking things a bit more seriously and my favorite there was Sunanda Miss, who taught Biology. Her classes were just simply brilliant and interesting. Moreover that she had great affection to us, as we were the few boys (There were only 4 of us in the whole school) who took Biology.

I cannot forget Appukuttan Sir of ICS Coaching Classes, Ernakulam, who taught us Biology. He was the one who increased my interest in Biology by explaining the terms simply and beautifully. His classes were always comfortable and enjoyable and he used to crack jokes that will make you laugh for minutes. But in the midst of that too he was a strict teacher.

Dr. Radhakrishnan Sir, in our second meeting could, call out my name looking at me, during my first year in college. That just impressed me that in the first day in class, he actually has by hearted the names of all 50 of us who joined Govt. Engineering College, Trichur for Comp Science Course. He taught us Computer Organization in S4 and was really a great Teacher. During this time I have really dropped the interest in studies a bit and was brought down to an average student. And then one day looking at my S4 Results Reghuraj Sir asked me why I am not doing good. He was our class teacher. He called me up and enquired what the problem with me is. That really touched me as at a Govt. College no teacher really bothered to ask a student why he is doing bad in studies. I promised to do better at least in Reghuraj Sir’s subjects, but I must say I would not have done justice to that promise. During this period when we graduated to the final year both Radhakrishnan Sir was transferred to another college and Reghuraj Sir went to do his Phd.

Vrinda Madam came to teach us Microprocessor Based Design this time and was really a nice teacher. She explained the concepts well. Moreover she didn’t see the class as a group studying and non-studying students as was done by some other teachers during that time. She considered everyone equal.

Then one fine day I too turned a teacher, in fact a Lecturer-The Versatile Dhanush Mash. At Digi Dynamics, there was Reejesh Mash, Sreejith MP, Sudheer Mash who really ruled the classes and also inspired the students to do better. Reejesh Mash was really strict, but friendly. No one could play gimmicks with him, not even us. MP was the hardware geek; setting up networks, machines, bringing in new technologies, jumping into unknown territories of Computer Science was his forte. Sudheer Mash was the hard worker. He really sat and learned new subjects and taught them to the students. It is a strange reality that today apart from MP both of those best guys are not in this field any more. Reejesh Mash too ventured into the field of IT while Sudheer Mash joined the Govt. Service.

I did a short stint in Model Poly Technic Vadakara and Vadakara Co-operative Engineering College Vadakara. Nothing memorable was there except for the good company I had with Sreejith Sir and Jijose Sir.

Then came the big daddy of all. National Institute of Technology, Calicut or REC Calicut. How they selected me is still a mystery to me and I am pretty sure that I never did a good job there. But as this post is about the teachers, I would not divulge into those details. NITC should have had the best teachers in Kerala for Computer Science at that time. It was a great honor for me to share the staff room with Namboodiri Sir, Govindan Sir, Sebastian Sir, Murali Sir, Vinod Sir, Nazeer Sir, Saleena Madam, Subhasree Madam, Priya Madam, Madhu Sir and Saidalavi Sir.

Govindan Sir, who was the Head of the Department at that time, helped me a lot in setting up the question papers and the answer keys for the semester exams as NITC had turned autonomous that year and the Lecturer’s had to set the questions themselves for the semester exams. For a young guy who barely started his teaching career that was a big thing, and Govindan Sir’s experience really helped me a lot.

Murali Sir was the exponent of Theory of Computations and Compilers. I used to attend his classes whenever I was free, in the pretext of preparing for the GATE exams. If only I had prepared well! Murali Sir taught me the art of sitting behind a motor bike. He drove bikes crazily and I had to really adjust with his speed and skill to make myself comfortable at the back. Vinod Sir was the ever friendly chap with whom I discussed literature, cinema, music, and an occasional computer science. He was the guy who after 4 years of IT experience threw away the job and joined REC. Boy; he made a courageous decision at that time, when Y2K and IT was booming in India.

Saleena Madam was the mistress of Data Structures and Theory of Computations, while Subhasree Madam taught Operating Systems and Database. From Saleena Madam, I learned the procedure of solving the recurrence relations and Big Oh Notations, while Subhasree Madam was always there to help in Operating Systems, the subject which I took. Nazeer Sir was the Artificial Intelligence Guy, Madhu Sir the Database expert while Saidalavi Sir handled Logical Design and Advanced Operating Systems during this time.

Namboodiri Sir was the first HOD of our department and was a renowned teacher all over Kerala. Sebastian Sir took charge as the HOD after Govindan Sir’s tenure ended just after I left the institution. Both these persons were the doyens of Computer Science and I was really lucky to be among them for that one year. It was really comfortable to be among with those senior people. They made you fell just one among them.

And then on one fine summer day I got the intimation from my company, where I was placed in campus, to join them in the monsoon. Thus ended my teacher’s life. NITC was probably the best period of that two year teacher stint. There were a lot to learn and explore. Probably I feel I didn’t utilize them to the best, or I was not good enough for that. Some time before, I used to think I would like to go back to NITC, but later I decided not to as I was not sure if I could offer anything best when compared to these stalwarts.

Memories of all these teachers jsut doesn't fade away. They are the ones which you treasure. Given a chance to be taught by these people at any point of my future life, I would be glad to accept. The most of important aspect of all these people are not only their teaching quality, but the fact that they are good human beings too and simple and down to earth. Something that will bring the best out of you.

On the eve of Teacher’s Day, I salute all those teachers in my life and also all the teachers around the world. Simply you are the best.

Wishing you the very best on this Teacher's Day.

Photo Courtesy: http://www.gutenberg.org/

Monday, August 13, 2007

and finally the big one to add to those 561 wickets

Nothing could take it away from him. That 4 runs would have come from one of the worst shots of the match, but it was worth fetching Anil Kumble the maiden test century. The one he deserved after his 17 years of bowling for India.

For he is the only one who had won more test matches for India than any one else. Not even the Gavaskars, the Kapil Devs, the Tendulkars and the Dravids have won more test matches for India than Anil Kumble.

And as a person, who has been a keen follower of Indian Cricket through out his life, I cannot hide the joy. To be true, I am more happier than Sachin's 77 centuries, more happier than Dravid's 233, more happier than Laxman's 281 and more happier than Saurav's 144.
Just because of the price he puts on his wicket while he bats. For his grit and patience in staying there at the crease, till the opposition get him out, and for the true gentleman he is. And just for those 561 wickets he uprooted to march India to victory.

In this time of jelly-beans and shoulder barging, one should learn what aggressiveness is, from Kumble. He once gave his definition of being aggressive to Harsha Bhogle - "Being aggressive is not about walking up to the batsman and talking about him and his family, its about trying to get wickets every delivery you bowl."

Nothing can beat it.

Congrats Jumbo :)

Photo Courtesy: The Hindu

P.S: My Red and Abhi's Kuttappan turned a year old this week. Happy Birthday to you Guys :). Soon Kuttappan will turn to a monstrous Kuttappaayi (with Dishum Dishum). Wait for him :)

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

arabikatha - not just an arabian tale

Yesterday, I watched one of the best movies in Malayalam after a long time. "Arabikatha" scripted by Dr Iqbal Kuttipuram and directed by Lal Jose would definitely go down in the history of Malayalam Cinema as one of the best. Atleast in my Malayalam Film Dictionary.

I am not here to review it frame by frame. I am just here to tell you all go and watch the movie, if you haven't seen it.

Why would you love this film ?

It is a serious film, I would say, even though there is comedy in it. But those scenes just add value to the film. The film would make you realize about the ideologies that the opportunistic communist and the actual communist follows. It make you realize that they are totally different and that's exactly what is happening in Kerala now.

The movie would make you understand about the hard life of common men out their in Gulf. It would make you understand how important the world Gulf (and not "Gelf") is to Kerala. You may just say "He/She went to Gulf and made money". This movie will tell you for why they went, and are there, and how they made that money. It is probably the near-to-perfect movie that depicts the Gulf Malayali life in the silver screen.

The screenplay is really outstanding, for one can't identify any flaws in it. Dr. Iqbal Kuttippuram who scripted movies like "Swapnakoodu", "4 The People" has done a really good job. There may be traces of a Sreeni Effect in the screenplay, like in the scene where Sreeni and Nedumudi Venu discuss about "Vettinirathal" where Venu, Sreeni's father and party founder in Chemmannur, questions the party's agenda behind the act. In another scene Sreeni says to the Chinese Heroin that his party was with China, when they attacked India in 1962. All these brings us back the memories of "Sandesham" and Sreeni's character RDP leader Prabhakaran in that. Definitely there would have been a good amount of contribution from him to the screenplay.

Lal Jose is maturing day by day as director. It is really a big leap if you compare this movie against his "Meesha Madhavan" and "Chandran Udikkunna Dikhil".

And then finally there is Sreenivasan, who plays the protagonist "Cuba" Mukundan. I would say there wouldn't be any one in Malayalam film industry today who could do justice to that role other than Sreeni. The "Mukundan", who leaves behind his ideologies and leaves to Gulf to get a job and payback the debt incurred due to the cheating done by his rivals, is safe in Sreenivasan's hands. He brings in the ideologies of a real communist, emotions of a son, and the helplessness of a common man to the perfect.

Last but not the least there are a lot of performances from various actors, seasoned and non seasoned. Nedumudi Venu, Jagathi, Indrajit, Samvrutha, Salim Kumar, Augustine, Sadiq, Zhumin, Minister Karunan, Abdullakka all give spirited performances.

Arabikatha is very much important in today's life as it represents the socio-political atmosphere that is prevailing in Kerala today. And it will be important in the years to come for our social and political atmosphere is going to change. It is definitely a movie to discuss.

Just watch it.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

the odyssey round up

The eccentricity is over. I am back after the 15 day Royal Enfield Himalayan Odyssey 2007. It was fun, excitement, fear, and some times the adrenalin rush. Luck, God's grace, family's prayers and wishes from friends including you might have made me and Abhi come back without any problem apart from the mountain sickness that hit us at Sarchu.
And none of our Bikes too gave any 'show-stopper' problem apart from a fuel over flow for Abhi's Bird and and my bike switching off while climbing Barlacha-la due to lack of oxygen. But she was back to action in one kick. Good Bird :)
I have taken a lot of photos and some of them (460 to be exact) are put here. There are really a lot and you may take a look at it at your free time. Some of my better shots are given in this post. I don't intend to write down a travelogue post since it's been two long weeks and it will be pretty long and boring if I point out the details of every day. But I promise you to come up with some interesting stuff from the trip, including a Dummies guide to Royal Enfield Himalayan Odyssey with Abhi. This we think is quite essential for the biker community as we didn't have any idea about how the trip will be conducted and more over this will cover the pros and cons of the trip.
High points of this trip would be visiting Khardung-la, the world's highest motorable pass and Wagah Border. We were able to see the retreat by both Indian and Pakisthani Army. And above all riding Manali - Leh highway (one will really think should it be called as highway after you ride through it) is a dream for every true biker, and that dream has now been successful.
The numerous water crossings, the sand dunes at more plains, the passes - Barlacha-la, Lanchung-la, Naki-la and Tanglang-la, and the Gata Loops has all tried and tested us. Some had fallen, some cruised ahead without any problems. There was no race to be won, but there was a trip to be finished and we all won since we finished it at Amritsar without much of hassles.
At this point of time it is very important to thank people like Alex, Lovely, Jagdish, Vinyl, Solomon and all other mechanics who worked hard on the bikes to make them fit and Ashokji for the flawless logistics and the food he organized, and last but not the least Sachin to lead the 55 of us to the unknown with his experience and management. I should also thank Abhi for going ahead with this plan in the middle of his hectic work, and giving me 'good' company with his Chalus. And one should also not forget Aravind, Balettan, Gopettan and Anup to thank for providing a great company. We might have discussed almost all the things under the sun during that 15 days from Ads, Cinema, Photography to Maya, Myths and Automobiles. They were just the ideal company to have especially in the long trip like this. Finally the trip was blessed with a visit to Golden Temple and Jalianwallah Bagh in Amritsar.

And now back in office,I am too lazy to work and have been already going through the photos many times just to relinquish those memories.

It's tough to be both a biker-traveler and a working man. Phew!!!

Monday, June 11, 2007

ഇന്നും എന്നും എന്നെന്നും ജീയീസി

ഒരു വട്ടം കൂടിയെന്നോര്‍മ്മകള്‍ മേയുന്ന തിരുമുറ്റത്തെത്തുവാന്‍ മോഹം...
ഇന്നലെ കോളേജില്‍ വച്ചു പകര്‍ത്തിയത്

Sunday, June 03, 2007

long time no see..

Yea ! Its been long time. I was lazy, to write, to blog, simply lazing around. Doing a lots of work, pissed off with the sys admin. And preparing for the ultimate adrenalin rush, mentally, physically and logistically.

On the Personal Front, I got older an year more, I am learning how to avoid questions like "When is the marriage?", "Enna ini ninte Kayyil ninnu orila choru kittunnathu" from the Dummies Book - Engane Anavashya Chodyangal Ozhivaakaam, I attended a lot of marriages, took photos, received the first monsoon rains with open hands and a camera at Kadappoor and Njeezhur in Kottayam District.

And then the finally there is The Royal Enfield Himalayan Odyssey and I and Abhi are doing it. Right now our babes are getting ready for the ride, and soon will be shipped to Delhi. We are flying to Delhi on 22nd June and 24th the ride will be flagged off from New Delhi. Delhi-Leh-Amritsar in 14days and 7th of July we will reach Amritsar, and finally on 9th back home.

Hmm.. It will be one experience.

Ride Safe.

Monday, April 16, 2007

brides wanted ... "ahem ahem"

Hindu Boy, to be 27 soon, BE working as no-work-but-sleeping specialist in an MNC in Bangalore, seeks fair, good looking, educated bride, provided she is ready to do the following:
  • Cook "Ayala" and "Mathi" Fry as many as he wants. (Ranges from 4 pieces to half a kg)
  • Cook Kozhikodan Shtyle Fish Curry made in earthen pot with Coconut Paste.
  • Cook Beef Fry, Chicken Curry, Chicken Biriyani
  • Cook "Erisseri", "Puttu", "Kadala" and "Cherupayar".
  • Eat Non Veg :)
  • Make Good Strong "Adicha" Tea.
  • Shout against the groom when he shouts at his heights of "kalipification".
  • Sit on bike for a looooong time since this guy has no intention of using a Car.
If all the criteria satisfied then please send Biodata, Horoscope, Photo, Experience Certificate in Cooking to The Kaalakoodam Dinapatram, PO BOX 97714,Utopia.

Age/Caste/Religion No Bar if all the criteria are met.

Tail piece: A Classified Ad designed for me, if I ever put one up, by my mom, sis and myself. My uncle later added -"സൌന്ദര്യം അല്പം കുറഞ്ഞാലും സാരമില്ല, പുട്ടുണ്ടാക്കാന്‍‌ അറിയണം എന്നതാണു ഓന്റെ മെയിന്‍‌ ആവശ്യം."

Friday, April 13, 2007


ഓ !! വീണ്ടും വിഷു.

ബസ്സുകാര്‍‌ക്കു ആള്‍‌ക്കാരെ പറ്റിക്കാന് പറ്റിയ സമയം.

വീട്ടില് ആരൊ വിളിക്കുന്നു. ഒന്നു പോയിട്ടിങ്ങു വന്നേക്കാം.

യാത്ര ഇത്തവണയും സംഭവബഹുലമാവാനാണ് സാധ്യത. എങ്കിലും കഴിഞ്ഞ തവണത്തെ അത്ര
കുഴപ്പമില്ലായിരിക്കുമെന്ന് ആശിക്കുന്നു.

അപ്പോ .. എല്ലാവര്‍‌ക്കും വിഷു-ഈസ്റ്റര്‍‌ ആശംസകള്

Picture Courtesy: http://www.keralatourism.org

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

lest we forget

In the midst of a disastrous world cup, where a coach died and two paper giants lost...
In the country where the Sachin's and Sania's get the most adulation..
In a time where everyone is blaming every other layman for a world cup debacle ...

One man rose to the heights; in the world of one of the oldest games. A game which is supposed to have originated in India. A game where the Kasparovs, Kramniks and Karpovs ruled the roost for twenty long years. One man with his sheer Intelligence, Patience and Perseverance now rules the World of Rapid, Blindfold and Classical Chess.

Viswanathan Anand.

Lets forget the other sports persona for the time being; and celebrate his Number One ship in the FIDE ranking and let's not sink this historic moment in the heat of blame games now happening across India. Hats off to the AICF, who forgot their differences, and launched the protest against FIDE to include the Linares ratings into this months FIDE ranking List.

Congrats Vishy Anand. You have made us proud, at a time when our heads were down.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

in pursuit of happiness...

A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and
returns home to find it. -George Moore
I am back home finally for the pursuit of happiness. And it is true that its here where I am fine. This photo was taken at Metro Park Beach Near to Troy. The spring had set in and it was still cold. The seagulls and sun were returning to their abode. I stood still there capturing them. There are some more to upload. Will find soon in my photo blog.

Monday, March 19, 2007

the sunshine memoirs

The summer has set in. And so has Silverine’s Tag – The Sunshine Tag - in my mind. And Here I Go!!

There is always a joy associated with the summer, even though it sweats you a lot. The main memories you take out from a summer would be the time out you get from the studies, the eagerness to hear the last bell of the last exam of the year, the graduates moving out of college with the pain departure. Autographs, love confessions, Farewell parties.

I don’t have a number to revive the sweet old memories; I will just put it down. Up from childhood days to the mid twenties.

The earliest memory would be the wait for my uncles to take me to my Achan’s house. I had my initial schooling in Pala and my vacations were always spent at Achan’s house in Vadakara. The Day Express journey from Kottayam to Vadakara was tiring; but I was always excited. I may have got a window seat and I would be looking outside; the cool breeze will set in to the thickly populated compartments. Periyar will pass, Nila will pass and across the Moorad river will be Vadakara. My home!!

There always used to be the Swing on the Ottu Maavu which my grandmother would have set up for me, with the help of our servant Gopalan. That swing used to be fun; and I was the only kid used to be there to swing on it. My cousins were still not born or very young. My youngest uncle and I used to do doubles on the swing, with he standing on the swing and I sitting. And on one event full day, we both fell from it and it happened such a way that I fell on top of him. He fell on his back and got it injured. I was on top of him.
Finally as Mummy and Achan returned we settled in Vadakara and I enrolled into the SNHS. Still the summers were same; going to Achan’s or Mummy's place. Then there were the vacation trips we took in our Ambassador car to the Oottees, Kanyakumarees, and Bangalores. They were fun, with atleast two families pushed into one big car. And Achan and another uncle (The Naathan of the other family with us) driving with mummy pinching in during the easiest of the routes. In one such journey, I remember mummy going to the sides out of the road and Achan in front suddenly crushing her feet with his shoes. He was just applying the brakes :-)

The cricket I played with my friends in the neighbourhood is one thing I still miss today. Though those by lanes (Eda in Vadera Bhasha) has turned into the tarred roads, even today when I walk through I can hear the fresh voices of appeals and caught behinds.

Going to Calicut with family. We always used to go to Calicut; it is just like my home town. But summers will be fun with mummy making a big list to shop including school uniforms and other house hold items. I always waited for the lunch and the visit to Calicut Beach. The Biriyani from Sagar or Paragon or Topform made my day and the long wait at umpteen shops have been fruitful. Calicut Beach in summer is a really great place to be in the evenings, with lots of people coming to enjoy their vacation. Calicut indeed is the best place to live in; I believe.

Kunnath is my Valyamma's (Achan’s Elder Sister) House. Visiting them and staying there was one of the top priorities during any vacation time. I preferred staying there than at my Achan’s ancestral house because there were cousins of my age at Kunnath. We used to go to the nearby paddy field play cricket or jump into the pond in the courtyard or fish the guppies with the towel. I will only jump; but not swim. Valyachchan’s attempt to make me float on the Thenga Thondu wasn’t a success as a big Mr Dhanush Gopinath will cry after going further deep into the pond. After a week I should report at Thacharkandiyil, my Achan’s house, were I spent time swinging and reading books and teasing my sister.

Summer’s never used to be the same after college started. Our exams always came in June and the summer at home or hostel was hotter. At home mummy’s care was there with me putting up weight only to lose it after going to hostel. Summers at hostel were fun if people were there. With exam dates nearing, the grand C Hostellites will start playing Volleyball in front of the C Hostel. It was a kind of break away from the studies; then a bath with loud shouts of Therri Vilees. Then a stroll to Pallimoola or Viyyur to get some dinner (Mess’ aren’t open in vacation) and back to studies. Across my table sat a slim anon; who would be busy turning the pages of an Operating Systems or Systems Programming book as though he is readying a Frederick Forsyth thriller. The marks he bought in were a bit huge though. :-)

Then at the end of one summer I joined the IT world and became a tagged engineer. And then onwards there was No Summer. All the summers got evaporated in the air conditioned cabins of multinational companies. Instead there were the seasons of design, coding, testing and release. Period.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

living out of a suitcase

Its going to be another 46 days of struggle in this cold winter.
Its white outside. Icy. The temperature at freezing -16 degree celsius. And I am sitting in this cozy office, feeling the first hints of jetlag.

I am here in Troy, Michigan to live out of my suitcase for next 2 months. Big talks, Big discussions and Little work seems to be the schedule. Let me hope for the best.

The New Year born for me with me riding a whopping 400 km from my house in Vadakara to Bangalore. And in the second month I have travelled kilometers and kilometers to reach an American Junction. It should be a travel-fun-filled year ahead. And I am waiting for that.

Cheers Guys
Enjoy where ever you are.

P.S. I miss my bird, my Red.