Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Need to be on ground !!

Yesterday an amazing thing happened, which i never ever dreamt off , which never ever came to my blissful imagination . Around 9:30 - 10 at night i got a call from an total stranger, first he introduced himself with his name and place then he started complimenting my photographic skill and my passion for travelling. He is a guy who somehow happen to visit my picassa album from pixetra ( its a photography club in which I'm a member) website and called up the club and got my number . I was totally in an another world while we talked , may be he was exaggerating a little , or was on a high with couple of martini shots at late evening whatever may be the reason i was thrilled and it just made my day.I'm not saying that i haven't complimented or appreciated before but all those were from people who loved me so much that they wanted to see me happy :)))...but this was special because he was a total stranger and i just want to thank that person once again :-)!!

Sunday, September 28, 2008

These lines haunting me !! thought of sharing with you all

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And stared down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth,

Then took the other, as just as fair,
Though having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day,
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted that I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I chose the road less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Say No to Beijing Olympics

After a long time !!

I was going through that patch where one is more conscious about his writing and filled my post without publishing any of it. Then for the past few weeks all these news and talks about the Tibetian cry for freedom from the mighty china prompted me to publish, again not because it will help Tibet in anyway or my girl friend is from Tibet and her father has a habit of checking out my blog :-) !! just because I could experience my freedom of opinion and speech and just to realize how lucky we are even though we complain a lot about our countries system and its corruption.

If I were in China or North Korea I'm sure that i wont be there to check the comments of my post by tomorrow morning . The number of people disappearing from these countries without any reasons are alarming and of course I'm also against US invasion of Iraq and Afghanistan in the name of human right protection of their citizens.I'm against China from the day of tiananmen square protest of 1989 and their support on genocide in Sudan for its own gain in unacceptable in any way although it was the path adopted my many European and US regime with the poor nations of Africa in the past.

Although these factors are hardly celebrated by our media in anymeans .I would like to raise my voice against these atrocities by China with Tibet and Sudan. Its high time that China should give respect to peoples freedom and their rights. I believe Olympics is more than just sports or gathering of athletes.Its the worlds biggest celebration forgetting its race , colour , language and richness. It represents freedom , unity and sportsmanship and for me Beijing doesn't deserve to host it .I will make sure to celebrate and cherish my freedom to the last moment just because there are millions who are getting denied of their rights and freedom in our neighbourhood .

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Love with a whore

Kochi ..or ..Cochin…whatever they call her , to me she’s that beautiful whore with those chilly red lipsticks , fragrance of jasmine , with beautiful curves and tan colour ! where we will be forced to settle everything in money and no credits. Shes always with those street languages filled with bad temper and artificial romance , those haunting looks and indecent gestures ,. Still I love her , gets attracted to her , want to spend evening and nights with her whenever I try running away from her and try to get immersed in all those glittering dreams I’ll wake up weeping on her lap and looking up to her face and my sight get struck on that healing scar which was some gift from yesterday night unhappy customer but i could still see that uncanny smile lingering for ever. Even if I try hard to make my self busy with so called corporate business clients and with those formal dinners , cultured elite clubs where I will be far away from myself and not even near to my own shadow .Even I tried exploring different lands which were famous for their beauty and culture . Which praises themselves to be neat and well behaved still i miss those crooked dim lit streets and those uncertain behaviour of nature and those winds which always pregnant with salty moist. So i ran back to her lap just a penny in my pocket overflowed with excitement and clutching her silk and promising her that wont be leaving her again and all set to flirt till dawn . I don't regret loosing a virgin for her , i don't regret the slip of an oversea treasure but i cant miss that warmth of her lap and fragrance of her sweat. May be i'm obsessed with a whore who calls herself Cochin.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

My Linguistic Gymnastic saga

I'm writing this after reading an another amazing blog !! all these beautiful and well written blogs discourage me to the core and then I pick up myself hearing to the inner voice " vipu you are not that bad are good least U've got couple of good comments (but the fact is both of them have borrowed money from me :-)) and guys i need it back in anyways ::::! :-)
I became close to English language only after my college (which most of you can make out from the mediocre language used in my blog :-) ))that too because i hardly had any other choice and all my life I never remember having a book(be it in any language) in my hand other than academics !!
i did my schooling from an ordinary state syllabus school in Kerala where even if u accidentally utter anything in English you'll be bullied to hell and if you continue that soon you will be a guy who "looks like George bush and born in Iran "!! ( yeah worst than hell) . So me too happily joined the majority and bullied all those poor chaps who spoke in English . After school i did my predegree (11th and 12th) in a college at Cochin there too knowing English just helped hanging out with those gorgeous Chic's passed out from CBSE and ICSE schools which at that time was not in my priority list ....don't conclude that i was a gay :-) ! but bit more into sports and bikes than girls ( ofcourse now i realise what i missed girls,no bikes and no sports :-((:-) )) Ok now the hero got into an Engineering college, there i was quick to make a gang of my own pals who was not at all comfortable with English but outside that heavenly circle i could see myself swiftly becoming a minority but i comfortably ignored all that by opening an another bottle of beer with my so called gang of mallu speaking snobs!
Soon came the end of those mallu speaking glorious days , during the final year of my college I happened to be the captain of arts fest.Winning the arts fest had lot to do with the prestige of branches in the college than anything and my job was to coordinate the efforts and talent of a whole branch, of which the majority of people were outside my elite gang !! there were a lot of Biharis , Bengalis , Gujrathis and of course huge junk of mallus who were very comfortable in any other languages than Malayalam ( of course i studied in an engineering college in Kerala but it hardly looked like one inside the campus) So guys i had to speak(literally shout) in Hindi ( which were never close to that beautiful language )and then some English ,and also used our dear malayalam only for some words at the start ,middle and end of the sentences which were expressed in anger ! :-) So I think that was the linguistic turning point and that era in my life i used English to get things done( even more than British used to rule India)and just as a vehicle of thoughts for reaching across the team but i never knew that behind all this I was falling in love with that beautiful language. That particular phase of my life also taught me to respect each and every language on earth :-) !

by the way we were just third in the art fest in a total team of 6 and I dont regret it simply because i was the most favourite English speaking captain of the whole team ;-) !!! cheers.

Monday, October 1, 2007

Bleeding clown !!

the clowns cry !
Sadness creeped inside my soul asking for a reason to do its role !

I searched and I searched ,but the realm of darkness denied me an answer !!

illusions were so deceiving and dreams were so unreal ,in spree of perplexed emotions ,

time also had a laugh of its own.

black was my colour and tears were my enocuragement

well, i was a clown busy showing his tricks in midst of a funeral !

the last fistful of soil were my curtain drop of the show.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

nammuku parkan munthiri thoppukal

yet an another movie , yet another class and its from my favourite papetan!! I always wanted to write something about the movie from the day i saw it last time. Yeap a typical love story portrayed in the most natural,powerful and romantic way!

All the characters in the movie is so rich with the characterisation ( an usual trait in papetans movie). I loved shari in the movie a lot she was so innocently sexy, certain looks from those haunting eyes still lingering in the head~those romantic moments which she had with the hero is just awesome . Mohanlal also so naturally blended into that character "Solomon" who is always driven by those instincts which he himself cannot predict ( i sooo wanna b like tat) ! whose passion in wine yard farm and those night drives in big trucks , celebrating his appetite with his moms cook, ( i still remember his intro scene where he parks his truck and blows the horn to wake his mom up at 2 a m in the morning and make her cook the food for him),
May be its silly but to me what attracted Solomon to his love was their common interest to sweat in the mud under the sun !! it itself gives a fragrance of nature into their love. To me its the most romantic plot developed by the genius .
will be continued !!