ഒരു പുതുവര്‍ഷം കൂടി വരുന്നു. സമയം വളരെ വേഗത്തില്‍ പോവുന്നു എന്നൊരു തോന്നല്‍, ഇല്ലേ? ഒരു പക്ഷെ കഴിഞ്ഞ കാലങ്ങളിലെ സുന്ദരനിമിഷങ്ങളെ ഓര്‍ക്കുമ്പോള്‍ ഉണ്ടാവുന്ന ഒരു തോന്നല്‍ ആയിരിക്കാം അത്...
ഈ വെയിലും മഴയും ഒരുമിച്ചു ഉണ്ടാവുന്നത് കാണുമ്പോള്‍ മനസ്സില്‍ എന്തെന്നില്ലാത്ത ഒരു സന്തോഷം ഉണ്ടാവാറുണ്ട്. അത് പോലെ തന്നെ മനോഹരമായ ഒരു അവസ്ഥ ആണ് സന്തോഷം കൊണ്ടു കണ്ണ് നിറയുന്നത്‌...
Taare Zameen Par എന്ന ആമിര്‍ ഖാന്‍ ചിത്രം കണ്ടു കൊണ്ടിരുന്നപ്പോള്‍ അവസാനം ഞാന്‍ ആ ഒരു അവസ്ഥയിലായിരുന്നു. പടത്തിന്റെ അവസാനം നമുക്കു എല്ലാവര്‍ക്കും ഊഹിക്കാവുന്നതെ ഉള്ളു. പക്ഷെ ആ പടം ചിത്രീകരിച്ചിരിക്കുന്ന രീതി, അതിലെ സംഗീതം ഇതെല്ലാം നമ്മളെ മറ്റൊരു ലോകത്തിലേക്ക്‌ കൂട്ടികൊണ്ടുപോവും...
ഈ ചിത്രം എല്ലാവരും കാണണം. ഇതിലെ കഥയെ കുറിച്ചൊന്നും ഞാന്‍ ഒന്നും പറയുന്നില്ല. ഒരു മുന്‍വിധിയുമില്ലാതെ ഈ ചിത്രം കാണൂ, ആസ്വദിക്കൂ...
എല്ലാവര്‍ക്കും എന്റെ വക പുതുവത്സരാശംസകള്‍...
Monday, December 31, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
ക്രിസ്തുമസ് ആശംസകള്‍...
സമയം ആറേമുക്കാലായി. മുറിയിലെ ജനലില്‍ കൂടി പുറത്തേക്ക് നോക്കിയപ്പോള്‍ ആകെ ഇരുട്ടായിരിക്കുന്നു. സ്ട്രീറ്റ് ബള്‍ബുകള്‍ തെളിഞ്ഞു കഴിഞ്ഞു. അപാര്‍ത്ടുമെന്റിനു മുന്‍പിലൂടെ വളഞ്ഞു തിരിഞ്ഞു പോവുന്ന ആ റോഡ് വിജനമായി കിടന്നു...
രണ്ടു ദിവസം കൂടി കഴിഞ്ഞാല്‍ ഒരു ക്രിസ്തുമസ് കൂടി. ഇക്കുറിയും എന്റെ ക്രിസ്തുമസ് വീട്ടിലല്ല. അതോര്‍ത്തപ്പോള്‍ മനസ്സില്‍ ഒരു വിങ്ങല്‍...
ക്രിസ്തുമസ്, ചെറിയ ചെറിയ ആഘോഷങ്ങലാല്‍ ഒരു പക്ഷെ മനസ്സില്‍ ഒത്തിരി സന്തോഷം നിറയ്ക്കുന്ന ഒരു സമയം ആയിരുന്നു. പുല്ക്കൂടും ക്രിസ്തുമസ് ട്രീയും മറ്റു അലങ്കാരങ്ങളും. പാതിരാ കുര്‍ബാനയ്ക്ക് പോവുമ്പോള്‍ റോഡിന്റെ നടുക്കു കൂടി വണ്ടികളെ പേടിക്കാതെ നടപ്പും ഓട്ടമത്സരങ്ങളും. പിന്നെ പള്ളിയില്‍ ചെന്നിരുന്നു ഉറക്കം തൂങ്ങലും...
ചെറുപ്പത്തിലെ പള്ളിയില്‍ പോവുമ്പോള്‍ ഒത്തിരി പേരുണ്ടാവും. കസിന്‍ ചേച്ചിമാരും ചേട്ടന്മാരും ഒക്കെ. പക്ഷെ വര്‍ഷങ്ങള്‍ കടന്നു പോവുമ്പോള്‍ ഓരോരുത്തരായി ഓരോരോ സ്ഥലങ്ങളിലേക്ക്. ചിലരുടെ കല്യാണം, ചിലരുടെ ജോലി...
കഴിഞ്ഞ വര്‍ഷത്തെ പോലെ, ഇത്തവണയും ഞാന്‍ നാട്ടിലുണ്ടാവില്ല. ഇതുപോലുള്ള അവസരങ്ങളിലാണ് നാടിനെ ഏറ്റവും അധികം ഓര്‍മ വരിക. അടുത്ത ക്രിസ്തുമസ് എങ്കിലും നാട്ടിലായിക്കും എന്ന് പ്രതീക്ഷിക്കാം...
എല്ലാവര്‍ക്കും എന്റെ ക്രിസ്തുമസ് ആശംസകള്‍...
Sunday, December 16, 2007
ഓര്‍മ്മയില്‍ നിന്നും
കുട്ടിക്കാലം, ജീവിതത്തില്‍ ഇത്രയേറെ മനോഹരമായ ഒരു കാലഘട്ടം വേറെ ഉണ്ടോ എന്നറിയില്ല. സ്കൂളും, കുട്ടുകാരും, കളികളും, പിന്നെ കൊച്ചനിയത്തിയുമായി അടികൂടലും...
എന്തിനൊക്കെയോ വേണ്ടി എത്രയാ അടികൂടിയിരിക്കുന്നത്. ഒരു കാരണവും വേണ്ടാ. ഒന്നു പറഞ്ഞു രണ്ടാമത് അടിയാണ്. അതില്‍ മിക്കവാറും അടികള്‍ വളരെ "സീരിയസ് മാറ്റെര്സ്" ആയിരുന്നു. ഇപ്പോള്‍ അതൊക്കെ ആലോചിക്കുമ്പോള്‍ അറിയാതെ ചുണ്ടില്‍ ഒരു ചിരി വരും. പക്ഷെ ചിലപ്പോള്‍ ഒക്കെ കണ്ണില്‍ ചെറിയ നനവ്‌ ഉണ്ടോ എന്നൊരു സംശയവും വരും...
ഞാന്‍ മൂത്ത മകന്‍ ആയിരുന്നത് കൊണ്ടു, ചിലപ്പോളൊക്കെ അനിയത്തിയെ പഠിപ്പിക്കുന്ന ചുമതല എനിക്കായിരുന്നു. എനിക്ക് പിന്നെ ഭയങ്കര ക്ഷമ ആയിരുന്നതുകൊണ്ട് എന്തെങ്കിലും ഒന്നു തെറ്റിച്ചാല്‍ അപ്പോള്‍ കൊടുക്കും, ഒരു വീക്ക്‌. ചിലപ്പോള്‍ കൈവീശി നല്ല ഒരു അടി, അല്ലെന്കില്‍ കയ്യില്‍ ഒരു പിച്ച്...
ബാക്കി സമയങ്ങളില്‍ ഉള്ള വഴക്കിന്റെ ഒക്കെ കണക്കു തീര്‍ക്കുന്നതയിരിക്കാം, കിട്ടിയ അവസരങ്ങളില്‍...
അങ്ങനെ മിക്കവാറും എന്റെ പടിപ്പീരെല്ലാം അവളുടെ കരച്ചിലിലാണ് അവസാനിച്ചിരുന്നത്‌. അവളുടെ കയ്യുടെ പിച്ച് കൊണ്ട ഭാഗം ഇങ്ങനെ കരുവാളിച്ചു കിടക്കുമായിരുന്നു. അപ്പോള്‍ അതൊന്നും നമ്മുക്കൊരു പ്രശനായിരുന്നില്ല...
പക്ഷെ ഇപ്പോള്‍ ചിലപ്പോള്‍ ഞാന്‍ അതിനെ കുറിച്ചൊക്കെ ഇങ്ങനെ ചുമ്മാ ആലോചിക്കുമ്പോള്‍, എന്നെ തന്നെ ചെറുതായി പിച്ചി നോക്കും. അപ്പോളാണ് അതിന്റെ ഒരു വേദന മനസ്സിലാവുന്നത്. അപ്പോള്‍ അറിയാതെ എന്റെ കണ്ണില്‍ നിന്നും വെള്ളം വരും, അന്ന് അവളുടെ കണ്ണില്‍ നിന്നും വന്നിരുന്നത് പോലെ...
പക്ഷെ, അന്നവള്‍ക്ക് കൈ വേദന എടുത്തതുകൊണ്ടാണ് കണ്ണ് നിറഞ്ഞതെങ്കില്‍ ഇന്നു എന്റെ കണ്ണ് നിറയുന്നത്‌ ഒരു ചെറിയ പശ്ചാത്താപം കൊണ്ടായിരിക്കണം. അപ്പോളൊക്കെ ഞാന്‍ മനസ്സില്‍ ഉറപ്പിക്കും, ഇനിയൊരിക്കലും ഞാന്‍ കാരണം അവളുടെ കണ്ണുകള്‍ കലങ്ങരുതെന്നു!
എന്തിനൊക്കെയോ വേണ്ടി എത്രയാ അടികൂടിയിരിക്കുന്നത്. ഒരു കാരണവും വേണ്ടാ. ഒന്നു പറഞ്ഞു രണ്ടാമത് അടിയാണ്. അതില്‍ മിക്കവാറും അടികള്‍ വളരെ "സീരിയസ് മാറ്റെര്സ്" ആയിരുന്നു. ഇപ്പോള്‍ അതൊക്കെ ആലോചിക്കുമ്പോള്‍ അറിയാതെ ചുണ്ടില്‍ ഒരു ചിരി വരും. പക്ഷെ ചിലപ്പോള്‍ ഒക്കെ കണ്ണില്‍ ചെറിയ നനവ്‌ ഉണ്ടോ എന്നൊരു സംശയവും വരും...
ഞാന്‍ മൂത്ത മകന്‍ ആയിരുന്നത് കൊണ്ടു, ചിലപ്പോളൊക്കെ അനിയത്തിയെ പഠിപ്പിക്കുന്ന ചുമതല എനിക്കായിരുന്നു. എനിക്ക് പിന്നെ ഭയങ്കര ക്ഷമ ആയിരുന്നതുകൊണ്ട് എന്തെങ്കിലും ഒന്നു തെറ്റിച്ചാല്‍ അപ്പോള്‍ കൊടുക്കും, ഒരു വീക്ക്‌. ചിലപ്പോള്‍ കൈവീശി നല്ല ഒരു അടി, അല്ലെന്കില്‍ കയ്യില്‍ ഒരു പിച്ച്...
ബാക്കി സമയങ്ങളില്‍ ഉള്ള വഴക്കിന്റെ ഒക്കെ കണക്കു തീര്‍ക്കുന്നതയിരിക്കാം, കിട്ടിയ അവസരങ്ങളില്‍...
അങ്ങനെ മിക്കവാറും എന്റെ പടിപ്പീരെല്ലാം അവളുടെ കരച്ചിലിലാണ് അവസാനിച്ചിരുന്നത്‌. അവളുടെ കയ്യുടെ പിച്ച് കൊണ്ട ഭാഗം ഇങ്ങനെ കരുവാളിച്ചു കിടക്കുമായിരുന്നു. അപ്പോള്‍ അതൊന്നും നമ്മുക്കൊരു പ്രശനായിരുന്നില്ല...
പക്ഷെ ഇപ്പോള്‍ ചിലപ്പോള്‍ ഞാന്‍ അതിനെ കുറിച്ചൊക്കെ ഇങ്ങനെ ചുമ്മാ ആലോചിക്കുമ്പോള്‍, എന്നെ തന്നെ ചെറുതായി പിച്ചി നോക്കും. അപ്പോളാണ് അതിന്റെ ഒരു വേദന മനസ്സിലാവുന്നത്. അപ്പോള്‍ അറിയാതെ എന്റെ കണ്ണില്‍ നിന്നും വെള്ളം വരും, അന്ന് അവളുടെ കണ്ണില്‍ നിന്നും വന്നിരുന്നത് പോലെ...
പക്ഷെ, അന്നവള്‍ക്ക് കൈ വേദന എടുത്തതുകൊണ്ടാണ് കണ്ണ് നിറഞ്ഞതെങ്കില്‍ ഇന്നു എന്റെ കണ്ണ് നിറയുന്നത്‌ ഒരു ചെറിയ പശ്ചാത്താപം കൊണ്ടായിരിക്കണം. അപ്പോളൊക്കെ ഞാന്‍ മനസ്സില്‍ ഉറപ്പിക്കും, ഇനിയൊരിക്കലും ഞാന്‍ കാരണം അവളുടെ കണ്ണുകള്‍ കലങ്ങരുതെന്നു!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
പുതിയ ക്രിസ്തുമസ്...
"ഹാവൂ, ഇന്നു പൂജ്യം ഡിഗ്രീയെ തണുപ്പ് ഉള്ളല്ലോ!"
ഇങ്ങനെ പറയുന്ന ഒരു ദിവസം സ്വപ്നത്തില്‍ പോലും ഉണ്ടായിരുന്നില്ല. പക്ഷെ, Rochester-നെ മഞ്ഞു മൂടിക്കഴിഞ്ഞു. എങ്ങും വിറങ്ങലിച്ചു നില്ക്കുന്ന പ്രകൃതി...
ഇവിടിത്തുകാര്‍ വര്‍ഷത്തില്‍ ഇഷ്ടപെടാത്ത ഒരു സമയം ആണ് ഇതു. തണുപ്പു കാരണം വീടിനു പുറത്തിറങ്ങാന്‍ തന്നെ മടിയാവും. പക്ഷെ വീട്ടിലെ ചില്ലുജനാലയ്ക്കുള്ളില്‍ നിന്നും പുറത്തേക്ക് നോക്കുമ്പോള്‍ മനസ്സില്‍ എന്തെന്നില്ലാത്ത ഒരു സന്തോഷമാണ്. ജീവിതത്തില്‍ ആദ്യമായി മഞ്ഞു വീഴുന്ന ഒരു സ്ഥലത്തു ജീവിക്കുന്നതിന്റെ ഒരു ആവേശത്തിലായിരിക്കാം അത്...
എങ്ങും വെളുത്ത നിറം മാത്രം, ഇടയ്ക്കിടയ്ക്ക് പൈന്‍ മരങ്ങളുടെ പച്ചപ്പും. പൈന്‍ മരങ്ങലല്ലാതെ മറ്റൊരു മരത്തിലും ഒരു ഇല പോലും കാണാനില്ല. ദിവസത്തില്‍ സുര്യനെ കാണുന്നതുപോലും വല്ലപ്പോഴും മാത്രം. മനസ്സിലും ഇരുട്ടിന്റെ ഒരു മറ താനെ വരും...
പക്ഷെ, എനിക്ക് ഇതു വളരെ നല്ല ഒരു അനുഭവം ആയി തോന്നുന്നു, പ്രത്യേകിച്ചും ഈ ക്രിസ്തുമസ് സീസണില്‍. കുട്ടിക്കാലം തൊട്ടേ ക്രിസ്തുമസ് കാര്‍ഡുകളില്‍ കണ്ട ഒരു വെളുത്ത ക്രിസ്തുമസ് പ്രഭാതം ഇത്തവണ എനിക്ക് വേണ്ടി ഏഴ് കടലുകള്‍ക്കും അപ്പുറം നിന്നും വരുന്നതു പോലെ...
ഇങ്ങനെ പറയുന്ന ഒരു ദിവസം സ്വപ്നത്തില്‍ പോലും ഉണ്ടായിരുന്നില്ല. പക്ഷെ, Rochester-നെ മഞ്ഞു മൂടിക്കഴിഞ്ഞു. എങ്ങും വിറങ്ങലിച്ചു നില്ക്കുന്ന പ്രകൃതി...
ഇവിടിത്തുകാര്‍ വര്‍ഷത്തില്‍ ഇഷ്ടപെടാത്ത ഒരു സമയം ആണ് ഇതു. തണുപ്പു കാരണം വീടിനു പുറത്തിറങ്ങാന്‍ തന്നെ മടിയാവും. പക്ഷെ വീട്ടിലെ ചില്ലുജനാലയ്ക്കുള്ളില്‍ നിന്നും പുറത്തേക്ക് നോക്കുമ്പോള്‍ മനസ്സില്‍ എന്തെന്നില്ലാത്ത ഒരു സന്തോഷമാണ്. ജീവിതത്തില്‍ ആദ്യമായി മഞ്ഞു വീഴുന്ന ഒരു സ്ഥലത്തു ജീവിക്കുന്നതിന്റെ ഒരു ആവേശത്തിലായിരിക്കാം അത്...
എങ്ങും വെളുത്ത നിറം മാത്രം, ഇടയ്ക്കിടയ്ക്ക് പൈന്‍ മരങ്ങളുടെ പച്ചപ്പും. പൈന്‍ മരങ്ങലല്ലാതെ മറ്റൊരു മരത്തിലും ഒരു ഇല പോലും കാണാനില്ല. ദിവസത്തില്‍ സുര്യനെ കാണുന്നതുപോലും വല്ലപ്പോഴും മാത്രം. മനസ്സിലും ഇരുട്ടിന്റെ ഒരു മറ താനെ വരും...
പക്ഷെ, എനിക്ക് ഇതു വളരെ നല്ല ഒരു അനുഭവം ആയി തോന്നുന്നു, പ്രത്യേകിച്ചും ഈ ക്രിസ്തുമസ് സീസണില്‍. കുട്ടിക്കാലം തൊട്ടേ ക്രിസ്തുമസ് കാര്‍ഡുകളില്‍ കണ്ട ഒരു വെളുത്ത ക്രിസ്തുമസ് പ്രഭാതം ഇത്തവണ എനിക്ക് വേണ്ടി ഏഴ് കടലുകള്‍ക്കും അപ്പുറം നിന്നും വരുന്നതു പോലെ...
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Just another game...
Yes, you are right! Another post about some crap game! Oh noo, you got me wrong! It's not about any crap game, it's about Cricket...
No, No, No... I was not trying to be a smart ass or trying to make a fool of you, I was just trying to drive through my point that, being an Indian, Cricket is just not another game for me, even if Sunil Chetri comes on the TV screen and says so...
I have come to know the game, a lot by watching TV, rather than playing it with real cricket ball. I never did that. So I cannot really understand a lot of things about it, since I don't have a first hand knowledge of it. For eg: To hit a six of four of a hard tennis ball, you have to use your power. But, in case of a real cricket ball, at times, as they say, "It's just timing and it's outta ground!". I think you got my point.
Okie, cutting through the chase, I wanted to talk about these little things which attracts you, or should I say 'me', to Cricket. One thing is the amount of well thought out decisions that a captain has to make on the field, after weighing millions of factors. A little exaggerated, I must confess...
So, When Anil Kumble decides to give Ganguly the new ball in the Pakistan's second innings, that was just a stroke of luck? Yes, as per his own admission...
Then, what about giving Laxman a go at Mohammed Sami which in turn became an inspired move? I don't know if this test at Eden Gardens is going to have a result or not, but I really am getting a gut feeling that, Kumble is going to be an excellent captain. Not because he has real experience and intelligence, but because he can think out of box, when it is required.
And, I see a lot of comments against letting Sourav Ganguly come out to bat before Sachin Tendulkar to accelerate. I think the simple logic behind that thinking was that, as Danish Kaneria will be operating from one end, it would be easier for a left handed batsman to tackle him. I am not saying that Sachin cannot handle him, but he might have to use all his talent and skill to use it. But for Sourav, he can play with the spin and hit some lusty blows...
Now, these things were pretty good calculated moves by the Jumbo. Now I am waiting to see how he is going to handle another issue. Dinesh Karthik has not had a good series so far. And with someone like Yuvraj Singh, waiting on the fringes for a long time, breathing down the neck of all the batsmen in this current playing 11, it is going to be a tough decision for Kumble to select a team for third test...
He should have ultimate confidence in Dinesh Karthik to field him in the third test. Unless he is ready to continue with him in Australia, even if he fails in the third test also, he should not select him for the third test. Because, if he is planning to bring in Yuvraj or even Sehwag, who had a tremendous tour to Australia last time around, then, those two should be given a chance before that tour. So for that he will have to drop Karthik as every other batsmen is enjoying these lame pitches and a lame bowling attack...
Now, that requires some logical thinking from the captain. He might have to burn some midnight oil. These are the things that makes Cricket, or for that matter, any team game all the more interesting, don't you think so???
No, No, No... I was not trying to be a smart ass or trying to make a fool of you, I was just trying to drive through my point that, being an Indian, Cricket is just not another game for me, even if Sunil Chetri comes on the TV screen and says so...
I have come to know the game, a lot by watching TV, rather than playing it with real cricket ball. I never did that. So I cannot really understand a lot of things about it, since I don't have a first hand knowledge of it. For eg: To hit a six of four of a hard tennis ball, you have to use your power. But, in case of a real cricket ball, at times, as they say, "It's just timing and it's outta ground!". I think you got my point.
Okie, cutting through the chase, I wanted to talk about these little things which attracts you, or should I say 'me', to Cricket. One thing is the amount of well thought out decisions that a captain has to make on the field, after weighing millions of factors. A little exaggerated, I must confess...
So, When Anil Kumble decides to give Ganguly the new ball in the Pakistan's second innings, that was just a stroke of luck? Yes, as per his own admission...
Then, what about giving Laxman a go at Mohammed Sami which in turn became an inspired move? I don't know if this test at Eden Gardens is going to have a result or not, but I really am getting a gut feeling that, Kumble is going to be an excellent captain. Not because he has real experience and intelligence, but because he can think out of box, when it is required.
And, I see a lot of comments against letting Sourav Ganguly come out to bat before Sachin Tendulkar to accelerate. I think the simple logic behind that thinking was that, as Danish Kaneria will be operating from one end, it would be easier for a left handed batsman to tackle him. I am not saying that Sachin cannot handle him, but he might have to use all his talent and skill to use it. But for Sourav, he can play with the spin and hit some lusty blows...
Now, these things were pretty good calculated moves by the Jumbo. Now I am waiting to see how he is going to handle another issue. Dinesh Karthik has not had a good series so far. And with someone like Yuvraj Singh, waiting on the fringes for a long time, breathing down the neck of all the batsmen in this current playing 11, it is going to be a tough decision for Kumble to select a team for third test...
He should have ultimate confidence in Dinesh Karthik to field him in the third test. Unless he is ready to continue with him in Australia, even if he fails in the third test also, he should not select him for the third test. Because, if he is planning to bring in Yuvraj or even Sehwag, who had a tremendous tour to Australia last time around, then, those two should be given a chance before that tour. So for that he will have to drop Karthik as every other batsmen is enjoying these lame pitches and a lame bowling attack...
Now, that requires some logical thinking from the captain. He might have to burn some midnight oil. These are the things that makes Cricket, or for that matter, any team game all the more interesting, don't you think so???
Friday, November 30, 2007
Dedication and Determination...
Some people believe in something and does everything in their hands to do it or make it come true. Here, in the picture above is a story of a person, whom I know, who believes in something and just stretches himself to see his dreams come to life...
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
In his/her shoes!!!
The title, "In her shoes", has been used before for one of my older posts. It was about the movie with that name and a poem from that movie that I liked a lot. But I had to reuse it with a slight change because, I found it apt for what you are about the read...
There is a saying that, we will not appreciate something unless we miss/lose it. I don't know exactly how that saying goes. But what I have written above is what it means...
But here I am not going to write about that subject. It is a similar subject. It goes like this, "We will not be able to appreciate what one man feels about something unless we find ourselves in his situation". You know that, right? I know that you knew it. I am smart! :-)
Ok, enough of this pathetic effort at comedy. Let's stop beating around the bush and go straight into the matter. We should always beat the bush, whenever you get a chance. Only then he will stop interfering in others household matters. God, I hope CIA will not read my blog!
"Cut the crap!!!"
Err, who said that? hmm, may be the inner voice...
"Alright!!!"
What I was saying is, you don't really appreciate how much your uncles or Aunties love you or used to love you unless you become an uncle or aunt yourself...
You may be feeling that, "what the heck? I used to know exactly how much my uncle used to love me. He loved me so much to buy a cylce on my birthday". Hmm, may be you are right...
But as for me, I am sure I used to love my uncles and aunts more when I was a kid than when I was a grown up. And that could be because I was not feeling there love as I used to do it when I was a kid...
But as soon as I became an Uncle, I just realized how much my Uncles and Aunts love me. They might not be able to make me feel the same as I have plenty of cousins also. But I am sure I understand how they feel about me inside...
So, don't worry if you don't understand someone. There are chances that oneday you might find yourself in that position and everything will be clear like the blue sky...
All this revelations, thanks to my dearest nephew... Love you always, dude!!!
There is a saying that, we will not appreciate something unless we miss/lose it. I don't know exactly how that saying goes. But what I have written above is what it means...
But here I am not going to write about that subject. It is a similar subject. It goes like this, "We will not be able to appreciate what one man feels about something unless we find ourselves in his situation". You know that, right? I know that you knew it. I am smart! :-)
Ok, enough of this pathetic effort at comedy. Let's stop beating around the bush and go straight into the matter. We should always beat the bush, whenever you get a chance. Only then he will stop interfering in others household matters. God, I hope CIA will not read my blog!
"Cut the crap!!!"
Err, who said that? hmm, may be the inner voice...
"Alright!!!"
What I was saying is, you don't really appreciate how much your uncles or Aunties love you or used to love you unless you become an uncle or aunt yourself...
You may be feeling that, "what the heck? I used to know exactly how much my uncle used to love me. He loved me so much to buy a cylce on my birthday". Hmm, may be you are right...
But as for me, I am sure I used to love my uncles and aunts more when I was a kid than when I was a grown up. And that could be because I was not feeling there love as I used to do it when I was a kid...
But as soon as I became an Uncle, I just realized how much my Uncles and Aunts love me. They might not be able to make me feel the same as I have plenty of cousins also. But I am sure I understand how they feel about me inside...
So, don't worry if you don't understand someone. There are chances that oneday you might find yourself in that position and everything will be clear like the blue sky...
All this revelations, thanks to my dearest nephew... Love you always, dude!!!
Friday, November 02, 2007
Cancer of a country!
I am proud to be an Indian. And I am proud to be a Keralite. Don't ask me too many reasons for that, as I might not be able to come up with many. But the most important fact or reason is that "I just happened to be born there"...
India is a diverse country and I guess the regionalism is more in this country than in any other part of the world. If we think hard and compare us with other parts of the world, we might even wonder how come a diverse country like ours survived in one piece for so long. I don't know. And I pray to god that it remains like this...
Most of this regionalism is visible in Politics, where petty issues like sharing water from a river or creating a railway division is done with the motive of improving the life of their own region and using it to win elections. Is there no other way to impress people other than hurting other people?
Is this the right way? I am sure this is not. But then, how can we ever come out of this situation? Or is this going to be a problem which is just getting ready to explode into gigantic proportions? The glimpses of these are already visible, like blocking the train to the rival state or blocking the water flow using a dam...
Media has a huge role to play here. While projecting the regionalistic aspects during celebration of a national win like World cup win, are we sending the right message to the society? We need to celebrate our local heroes, but not to the extent that people interupt the normal life as in the case of prince of Kolkata. What we have to do is, we need to sell the stories of heroes from other parts of country also. Project them as Indians. Even that will inspire a generation to go for whatever they want to be. And more importantly, that will give that sense of being and Indian first to the society...
May be, the only way to change this is by changing oneself as I don't know if the attitude of politicians or media guys will change easily. When I look at myself, I am also as regionalistic as any other. Or am I calling myself a regionalist just because I am proud of the achivements of my state. No, I don't think that is a good reason to term myself as a regionalist. But if I hate someone just because he was born in another state or speaks a different language, then I am one of the cancerous cells of this country...
We must change our attitude and stand together for our country and think that we all are Indians first...
God save my country!!!
India is a diverse country and I guess the regionalism is more in this country than in any other part of the world. If we think hard and compare us with other parts of the world, we might even wonder how come a diverse country like ours survived in one piece for so long. I don't know. And I pray to god that it remains like this...
Most of this regionalism is visible in Politics, where petty issues like sharing water from a river or creating a railway division is done with the motive of improving the life of their own region and using it to win elections. Is there no other way to impress people other than hurting other people?
Is this the right way? I am sure this is not. But then, how can we ever come out of this situation? Or is this going to be a problem which is just getting ready to explode into gigantic proportions? The glimpses of these are already visible, like blocking the train to the rival state or blocking the water flow using a dam...
Media has a huge role to play here. While projecting the regionalistic aspects during celebration of a national win like World cup win, are we sending the right message to the society? We need to celebrate our local heroes, but not to the extent that people interupt the normal life as in the case of prince of Kolkata. What we have to do is, we need to sell the stories of heroes from other parts of country also. Project them as Indians. Even that will inspire a generation to go for whatever they want to be. And more importantly, that will give that sense of being and Indian first to the society...
May be, the only way to change this is by changing oneself as I don't know if the attitude of politicians or media guys will change easily. When I look at myself, I am also as regionalistic as any other. Or am I calling myself a regionalist just because I am proud of the achivements of my state. No, I don't think that is a good reason to term myself as a regionalist. But if I hate someone just because he was born in another state or speaks a different language, then I am one of the cancerous cells of this country...
We must change our attitude and stand together for our country and think that we all are Indians first...
God save my country!!!
Saturday, October 27, 2007
പുതിയ തുടക്കം!
ജീവിതത്തിന്റെ പുസ്തകതാളുകളില്‍ നിന്നും ഒരു വര്ഷം കൂടി മാഞ്ഞു പോയി... പക്ഷെ ആ ഒഴിഞ്ഞ താളുകള്‍ അതിമനോഹരങ്ങളായ പുതിയ ദിവസങ്ങളും ആ ദിവസങ്ങളിലെ കഥകളും കൊണ്ടു നിറക്കാന്‍ ഞാന്‍ തീരുമാനിച്ചു...
ജീവിതം ഒരു വീടിന്റെ പ്ലാന്‍ പോലെ മുന്‍കൂട്ടി നിശ്ചയിച്ചു, ആ വഴിയേ നടക്കുന്ന പരിപാടി നിര്‍ത്താനും, വരുന്നിടത്ത് വെച്ചു കാണാം എന്നുള്ള ആ പഴയ ചിന്താഗതി പൊടിതട്ടി എടുത്തു കഴുകി വെളുപ്പിച്ചു കൊണ്ടു നടക്കാനും തീരുമാനിച്ചു...
പിന്നെ, ഈ ജന്മദിനം അത്ര പെട്ടെന്ന് മറക്കാന്‍ കഴിയില്ല, കാരണം അന്നെ ദിവസം ഞാന്‍ മഹത്തായ ഒരു പരീക്ഷ എട്ടു നിലയില്‍ പൊട്ടി... :-)
ഇന്‍ഫോസിസ്, എന്നെ പോലെ ഉള്ള മടിയന്മാര്‍ക്ക് വിവരം ഉണ്ടാക്കാന്‍ വേണ്ടി കണ്ടു പിടിച്ച ഒരു വിദ്യ ആണ് ഇങ്ങനെ ഉള്ള ഈ പരീക്ഷകള്‍. പക്ഷെ, എഞ്ചിനീയറിംഗ് എന്ട്രന്സ് എന്ന് പേരുള്ള മഹത്തായ ആ കറക്കിക്കുത്തു മത്സരം ജയിച്ചു വന്ന എന്നെ ഇന്‍ഫോസിസ് വില കുറച്ചു കണ്ടു...
വെറും അര ദിവസം മാത്രം ചിലവാക്കി കൊണ്ടു ഒരു പരീക്ഷ ഞാന്‍ പുല്ല് പോലെ പാസ് ആയി. അതിന്റെ അഹങ്കാരത്തില്‍ ഈ പരീക്ഷയും പുല്ല് പോലെ പാസ് ആവും എന്ന് കരുതി വന്ന എന്നെ, ചിത്രതാഴിട്ടു പൂട്ടിക്കളഞ്ഞു. ഇനി അടുത്ത അവസരത്തിനായി കാത്തിരിക്കണം...
ഇനി ഇപ്പോള്‍ വീണ്ടും ഈ പരീക്ഷ എഴുതി പാസ് ആവുന്നത് വരെ എങ്കിലും ഞാന്‍ ഈ ജന്മദിനം മറക്കില്ല...
പിന്നെ, അന്നാണ് ഞാന്‍ ആദ്യമായി ഈ ഗൂഗിളിലെ മന്ഗ്ലിഷ് മലയാളം ആക്കുന്ന വിദ്യ കണ്ടത്. അത് കണ്ടപ്പോഴേ ഇങ്ങനെ ഒരു ബ്ലോഗ് എഴുതണം എന്ന് തീരുമാനിച്ചു. മലയാളത്തില്‍ എന്തെങ്കിലും എഴുതാന്‍ വേണ്ടി കുറെ ബോര് എഴുതിക്കു‌ട്ടി എന്നറിയാം. പക്ഷെ ഇതു ഒരു ആഗ്രഹം ആയിരുന്നു...
അത് തത്കാലം സാധിച്ചു...
ജീവിതം ഒരു വീടിന്റെ പ്ലാന്‍ പോലെ മുന്‍കൂട്ടി നിശ്ചയിച്ചു, ആ വഴിയേ നടക്കുന്ന പരിപാടി നിര്‍ത്താനും, വരുന്നിടത്ത് വെച്ചു കാണാം എന്നുള്ള ആ പഴയ ചിന്താഗതി പൊടിതട്ടി എടുത്തു കഴുകി വെളുപ്പിച്ചു കൊണ്ടു നടക്കാനും തീരുമാനിച്ചു...
പിന്നെ, ഈ ജന്മദിനം അത്ര പെട്ടെന്ന് മറക്കാന്‍ കഴിയില്ല, കാരണം അന്നെ ദിവസം ഞാന്‍ മഹത്തായ ഒരു പരീക്ഷ എട്ടു നിലയില്‍ പൊട്ടി... :-)
ഇന്‍ഫോസിസ്, എന്നെ പോലെ ഉള്ള മടിയന്മാര്‍ക്ക് വിവരം ഉണ്ടാക്കാന്‍ വേണ്ടി കണ്ടു പിടിച്ച ഒരു വിദ്യ ആണ് ഇങ്ങനെ ഉള്ള ഈ പരീക്ഷകള്‍. പക്ഷെ, എഞ്ചിനീയറിംഗ് എന്ട്രന്സ് എന്ന് പേരുള്ള മഹത്തായ ആ കറക്കിക്കുത്തു മത്സരം ജയിച്ചു വന്ന എന്നെ ഇന്‍ഫോസിസ് വില കുറച്ചു കണ്ടു...
വെറും അര ദിവസം മാത്രം ചിലവാക്കി കൊണ്ടു ഒരു പരീക്ഷ ഞാന്‍ പുല്ല് പോലെ പാസ് ആയി. അതിന്റെ അഹങ്കാരത്തില്‍ ഈ പരീക്ഷയും പുല്ല് പോലെ പാസ് ആവും എന്ന് കരുതി വന്ന എന്നെ, ചിത്രതാഴിട്ടു പൂട്ടിക്കളഞ്ഞു. ഇനി അടുത്ത അവസരത്തിനായി കാത്തിരിക്കണം...
ഇനി ഇപ്പോള്‍ വീണ്ടും ഈ പരീക്ഷ എഴുതി പാസ് ആവുന്നത് വരെ എങ്കിലും ഞാന്‍ ഈ ജന്മദിനം മറക്കില്ല...
പിന്നെ, അന്നാണ് ഞാന്‍ ആദ്യമായി ഈ ഗൂഗിളിലെ മന്ഗ്ലിഷ് മലയാളം ആക്കുന്ന വിദ്യ കണ്ടത്. അത് കണ്ടപ്പോഴേ ഇങ്ങനെ ഒരു ബ്ലോഗ് എഴുതണം എന്ന് തീരുമാനിച്ചു. മലയാളത്തില്‍ എന്തെങ്കിലും എഴുതാന്‍ വേണ്ടി കുറെ ബോര് എഴുതിക്കു‌ട്ടി എന്നറിയാം. പക്ഷെ ഇതു ഒരു ആഗ്രഹം ആയിരുന്നു...
അത് തത്കാലം സാധിച്ചു...
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
The price of carelessness is too much, say 175 bucks...
The weather forecast for the weekend was awesome, it was supposed to rain with a maximum temperature of 14 degrees. And it is going to be all gray with no sun or blue sky visible.
Awesome??? Yes of course, these are the days that you can wake up as late as 10 AM and have your breakfast and again go back to bed just to wake up for the lunch. Might have to wake up a bit early in case it is your turn to do wield your magic wand at Kitchen!
But, I don't like sleeping for more than 16 hours a day, so I woke up Saturday morning and around the usual time and started the daily routine of watching movies. I have lately started watching movies at a rate of 1.5 movies per day. Am feeling like my eyes are being stretched to the limit. But, sorry, can't stop watching movies as I love it.
By evening, I had finished 2 movies and I decided to give a break to my eyes. So me and my roommate decided to go to a disco, have couple of drinks and dance for sometime. I wanted to comeback early so that I can watch the India Australia match, at least the first batting...
So we got ready around 10.00 PM and reached there around 10:20. When we went inside, it was completely deserted. The disco's get lively only around 11:30 PM here. I like to reach early so that I can sit and enjoy the drink before it feels like it is too crowded. Of course, once it is crowded we can dance also as nobody will notice us in that crowd...
The music and crowd was really exciting and it was not long before we realized that it was 2.00 AM and the disco was closing for the night. We came out and went to the place where we had parked my friends car. And it was not there. We looked around for some time thinking that the drink might have blurred our vision. But no, the car was gone...
Now the question was if it was stolen or towed away. Just then, we realized that it was towed away, as it was a private parking lot. It was raining heavily and before long, we were drenched. And it was 2:15 AM and no way to go back to our room...
It is a predominantly African-Americans area and a lot of cops are there and it was scary. We just went and talked to a cop and he told us to call the number of towing company and we called and we got a message saying they will call us back tomorrow morning...
We called for a cab, waited for it around 30 minutes and finally got home. It was a costlier lesson about parking your car. I was not at all in the frame of mind to watch the match and went to bed straightaway...
Woke up next morning and went and got the car back. I just hope, I don't make anymore of such costly mistakes..!
Awesome??? Yes of course, these are the days that you can wake up as late as 10 AM and have your breakfast and again go back to bed just to wake up for the lunch. Might have to wake up a bit early in case it is your turn to do wield your magic wand at Kitchen!
But, I don't like sleeping for more than 16 hours a day, so I woke up Saturday morning and around the usual time and started the daily routine of watching movies. I have lately started watching movies at a rate of 1.5 movies per day. Am feeling like my eyes are being stretched to the limit. But, sorry, can't stop watching movies as I love it.
By evening, I had finished 2 movies and I decided to give a break to my eyes. So me and my roommate decided to go to a disco, have couple of drinks and dance for sometime. I wanted to comeback early so that I can watch the India Australia match, at least the first batting...
So we got ready around 10.00 PM and reached there around 10:20. When we went inside, it was completely deserted. The disco's get lively only around 11:30 PM here. I like to reach early so that I can sit and enjoy the drink before it feels like it is too crowded. Of course, once it is crowded we can dance also as nobody will notice us in that crowd...
The music and crowd was really exciting and it was not long before we realized that it was 2.00 AM and the disco was closing for the night. We came out and went to the place where we had parked my friends car. And it was not there. We looked around for some time thinking that the drink might have blurred our vision. But no, the car was gone...
Now the question was if it was stolen or towed away. Just then, we realized that it was towed away, as it was a private parking lot. It was raining heavily and before long, we were drenched. And it was 2:15 AM and no way to go back to our room...
It is a predominantly African-Americans area and a lot of cops are there and it was scary. We just went and talked to a cop and he told us to call the number of towing company and we called and we got a message saying they will call us back tomorrow morning...
We called for a cab, waited for it around 30 minutes and finally got home. It was a costlier lesson about parking your car. I was not at all in the frame of mind to watch the match and went to bed straightaway...
Woke up next morning and went and got the car back. I just hope, I don't make anymore of such costly mistakes..!
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Schindler's List
"Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire..."
This just replaced "Braveheart" as my favourite movie of all time!
This just replaced "Braveheart" as my favourite movie of all time!
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Three Cheers...
to team India for reaching the finals of first Twenty20 international tourney. And to think that they have beaten the likes of England, SA and Australia on the way is just amazing...
I know a lot will be written about this. But I could not stop myself from jotting a few lines myself as this is something to be cherished...
The best thing about this team is the talent on display. I was sceptic about the future of Indian cricket once the big 3 retires from international scene. But I can heave a sigh of relief as there seems to be a constant in flow of talent nowadays. And a victory in this tourney final will make so many others to take to cricket which will keep a steady inflow of talented youngsters...
No matter what happens in the final, this has opened up another money minting machine for BCCI to cash on. These victories have sort of injected a fresh interest for many in the game. For me it was always steady. But this tournament will bring back a lot of fans who stopped following cricket after the world cup debacle. People will even forget about that tournament...
Bring it on, Team India!!!
I know a lot will be written about this. But I could not stop myself from jotting a few lines myself as this is something to be cherished...
The best thing about this team is the talent on display. I was sceptic about the future of Indian cricket once the big 3 retires from international scene. But I can heave a sigh of relief as there seems to be a constant in flow of talent nowadays. And a victory in this tourney final will make so many others to take to cricket which will keep a steady inflow of talented youngsters...
No matter what happens in the final, this has opened up another money minting machine for BCCI to cash on. These victories have sort of injected a fresh interest for many in the game. For me it was always steady. But this tournament will bring back a lot of fans who stopped following cricket after the world cup debacle. People will even forget about that tournament...
Bring it on, Team India!!!
Monday, September 17, 2007
Here we go!
I don't know why I gave such a title to this entry. But I really don't know where I am going to start this blog and where I am going to end this...
Today was a day for movies. I saw three movies today, my favourite pastime here in US. And I don't remember a day when I have watched three movies in a row and all in the afternoon. The movies were, "Sideways", "Traffic Signal" and "Swades"...
And all these three movies had some serious themes that they dealt with. But all the three had beautiful love stories also weaved in between...
Well, I don't know if it is me or is it the age I am in. Nowadays, I am increasingly able to 'feel' the romantic side of characters a lot nowadays, their thrill, their pain and above all the peace of mind and comfort that they receive in being with each other...
I mean, I don't know why I am writing it here. But I had to say this to someone or write this down somewhere, and where better than this blog of mine where I can write down whatever I want without a trace of shame...
"I wish, I was in Love!!!" :-))
I think that should do it for now. I should be able to sleep well now ;-))
Today was a day for movies. I saw three movies today, my favourite pastime here in US. And I don't remember a day when I have watched three movies in a row and all in the afternoon. The movies were, "Sideways", "Traffic Signal" and "Swades"...
And all these three movies had some serious themes that they dealt with. But all the three had beautiful love stories also weaved in between...
Well, I don't know if it is me or is it the age I am in. Nowadays, I am increasingly able to 'feel' the romantic side of characters a lot nowadays, their thrill, their pain and above all the peace of mind and comfort that they receive in being with each other...
I mean, I don't know why I am writing it here. But I had to say this to someone or write this down somewhere, and where better than this blog of mine where I can write down whatever I want without a trace of shame...
"I wish, I was in Love!!!" :-))
I think that should do it for now. I should be able to sleep well now ;-))
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS
WENT out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
by: W.B. Yeats
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
by: W.B. Yeats
Friday, August 10, 2007
Show or Spirit?
Being a mallu and being a sports buff means that I follow all the actions of a Malayali sports person. I even google and read about Chitra Soman, Ranjith Maheshwary etc. So it's but natural that I follow the rise of S Sreesanth in international cricket...
I used to follow him from the time he became the first cricketer to take a hattrick for Kerala in Ranji trophy. I used to check the score board whenever there used to be a match for Kerala and was very glad to see that he used to take atleast 2 wickets in everymatch. And I wished that somehow he gets to play at least one international match for India.
But my wish was more than fulfilled when I see him get a man of the match award in South Africa. And I was very glad. I liked him for his bowling, but did not like his other antics in the field. May be I am a meek person who likes to get on with the job in his hand. But here was a guy who had an eye for camera, who was trying to show off or glorify things. And the hero hungry media also helped by pouring oil into fire...
But other than that, I like the enthusiasm with which he approaches the bowling crease, the energy that he has on field etc...
I like to think of it as a trait common to Mallus. They love their sport. And I have seen more enthusiasm in a Mallu for sports than anyother person in India. They may have passion for one particular sport, but loving all the games and sports alike, that can be seen only in a Mallu, I think. I know I am making a tall claim, but I believe so...
And this reflects in the enthusiasm that is displayed in School sports. Kerala's school athletic meets keep churning in potential champions every year. In which other state can you see people so much interested in Athletics. That is a healthy sign to prove the tall claim that I made previously...
But most of these stars seem to fade out as time passes. I guess this is because of the inherent mindset of Indians that there is no future in sports. If you want to lead a good life, leave sports and go for a normal job. I am not criticizing this attitude, as I for one, also is one with same mentality. Although I was not great at any sports, I always had this passion for sports... But I was never ever confident enough to follow my dreams. Instead I went for safety first...
And I salute all the big stars of Indian sports who came out of their comfort zone and did something that they liked. And this is one good reason to respect Sreesanth more than dislike him for his eye for limelight... Bravo Sree, keep it going...
Reach for the stars and inspire a generation!!!
I used to follow him from the time he became the first cricketer to take a hattrick for Kerala in Ranji trophy. I used to check the score board whenever there used to be a match for Kerala and was very glad to see that he used to take atleast 2 wickets in everymatch. And I wished that somehow he gets to play at least one international match for India.
But my wish was more than fulfilled when I see him get a man of the match award in South Africa. And I was very glad. I liked him for his bowling, but did not like his other antics in the field. May be I am a meek person who likes to get on with the job in his hand. But here was a guy who had an eye for camera, who was trying to show off or glorify things. And the hero hungry media also helped by pouring oil into fire...
But other than that, I like the enthusiasm with which he approaches the bowling crease, the energy that he has on field etc...
I like to think of it as a trait common to Mallus. They love their sport. And I have seen more enthusiasm in a Mallu for sports than anyother person in India. They may have passion for one particular sport, but loving all the games and sports alike, that can be seen only in a Mallu, I think. I know I am making a tall claim, but I believe so...
And this reflects in the enthusiasm that is displayed in School sports. Kerala's school athletic meets keep churning in potential champions every year. In which other state can you see people so much interested in Athletics. That is a healthy sign to prove the tall claim that I made previously...
But most of these stars seem to fade out as time passes. I guess this is because of the inherent mindset of Indians that there is no future in sports. If you want to lead a good life, leave sports and go for a normal job. I am not criticizing this attitude, as I for one, also is one with same mentality. Although I was not great at any sports, I always had this passion for sports... But I was never ever confident enough to follow my dreams. Instead I went for safety first...
And I salute all the big stars of Indian sports who came out of their comfort zone and did something that they liked. And this is one good reason to respect Sreesanth more than dislike him for his eye for limelight... Bravo Sree, keep it going...
Reach for the stars and inspire a generation!!!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Two Letters!!!
When Khrushchev was sacked, he gave his successor two letters.
Khrushchev told him, "When you get in a tight spot with not knowing what to do, open the first envelope and follow the instructions you find in that letter. And if you find yourselves in such a situation again, then open the second envelope, and follow the instructions in it."
And it was not long before the successor found himself in his first leadership crisis. And he opened the first envelope as told by Khrushchev. It read, "Blame everything on me." He did it and behold, everything was fine and he was able to save his face...
After some time he found himself in another jam. So he opened the second envelope. The instructions in that letter went like this, "Sit down and write two letters..."
Superb, right?
Khrushchev told him, "When you get in a tight spot with not knowing what to do, open the first envelope and follow the instructions you find in that letter. And if you find yourselves in such a situation again, then open the second envelope, and follow the instructions in it."
And it was not long before the successor found himself in his first leadership crisis. And he opened the first envelope as told by Khrushchev. It read, "Blame everything on me." He did it and behold, everything was fine and he was able to save his face...
After some time he found himself in another jam. So he opened the second envelope. The instructions in that letter went like this, "Sit down and write two letters..."
Superb, right?
Saturday, July 21, 2007
What matters...
... is the ability to stand up and be counted when it matters the most! And there are a lot of people in this world who are not able to do that many times! And I love a lot of them irrespective of the fact that they have the aforementioned flaw...
Indian cricket team and Argentine football team - two sides of the same coin. Both has plenty of talent, plenty of promise and at times takes you to cloud 9 just to throw you back on the lap of mother earth(?), too poetic??? Err, just trying a little too hard at writing well, I guess!
So, what we were talking about is these two enigmatic teams in the world of sports...
Argentina just got thrashed at the hands of bitter rivals Brazil, who seems to scrap through everything to win the ultimate prizes. Whole world who followed this Copa America were dead certain that Juan Roman Riquelme has fulfilled the task for which he came out of retirement to don the blue and white stripes again. But what mattered was that the Argentine team did not believe so or may be a more willed team broke their dreams...
Whatever may be the reason, it is high time they believe in themselves as I can't find a more talented team anywhere else in the world. I hope we are able to see those hay days of Argenine football once again back and shining...
Bring it on, Argentina...!
Indian cricket team and Argentine football team - two sides of the same coin. Both has plenty of talent, plenty of promise and at times takes you to cloud 9 just to throw you back on the lap of mother earth(?), too poetic??? Err, just trying a little too hard at writing well, I guess!
So, what we were talking about is these two enigmatic teams in the world of sports...
Argentina just got thrashed at the hands of bitter rivals Brazil, who seems to scrap through everything to win the ultimate prizes. Whole world who followed this Copa America were dead certain that Juan Roman Riquelme has fulfilled the task for which he came out of retirement to don the blue and white stripes again. But what mattered was that the Argentine team did not believe so or may be a more willed team broke their dreams...
Whatever may be the reason, it is high time they believe in themselves as I can't find a more talented team anywhere else in the world. I hope we are able to see those hay days of Argenine football once again back and shining...
Bring it on, Argentina...!
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Seabiscuit...
Yes, I am back with "Seabiscuit". I am feeling pretty good now. Are you wondering like, "yeah we know, continue with the blog!". Hmm, that means you did not read my previous blog. Read it, and you will understand what I meant by that sentence...
So class, we were talking about "Reservoirs and their sideeffects on nature". I know, I know, that was a poor joke. What to do? When I am happy, the 'PJ-index' in my language goes up...
Seabiscuit is a little bit slow at the beginning. We feel like it is some sort of documentary thanks to the frequent visits of our narrator. And it also does not help that stories at three different places are shown intermittently. We will not be able to understand too much from those initial sequences. But as in the case of any literary classic, we have to be patient before giving our verdict. But then classics have their fame which will make us go through those initial chapters...
ok, the synopsis of the story goes like this. A horse, which is not a good racing horse in terms of physique or looks, which goes on to become the best horse in US. And while it does that, it helps patch up the lives of three men whose lives were getting miserable day by day.
But more than the plot, which is very good, I liked the love which is projected through out the movie. The love in the eyes of the trainer for a lame horse. The love of the owner's wife for the Jockey's misery. The love of the owner for the jockey, the horse and the trainer etc. I am failing miserably to describe the feelings they had for each other...
The movie just captures whatever we want to see in this world, love, care and above all, hope!
Brilliant, to say the least!!!
So class, we were talking about "Reservoirs and their sideeffects on nature". I know, I know, that was a poor joke. What to do? When I am happy, the 'PJ-index' in my language goes up...
Seabiscuit is a little bit slow at the beginning. We feel like it is some sort of documentary thanks to the frequent visits of our narrator. And it also does not help that stories at three different places are shown intermittently. We will not be able to understand too much from those initial sequences. But as in the case of any literary classic, we have to be patient before giving our verdict. But then classics have their fame which will make us go through those initial chapters...
ok, the synopsis of the story goes like this. A horse, which is not a good racing horse in terms of physique or looks, which goes on to become the best horse in US. And while it does that, it helps patch up the lives of three men whose lives were getting miserable day by day.
But more than the plot, which is very good, I liked the love which is projected through out the movie. The love in the eyes of the trainer for a lame horse. The love of the owner's wife for the Jockey's misery. The love of the owner for the jockey, the horse and the trainer etc. I am failing miserably to describe the feelings they had for each other...
The movie just captures whatever we want to see in this world, love, care and above all, hope!
Brilliant, to say the least!!!
Monday, July 16, 2007
La Vita e Bella..!
Didn't get what it meant? I bet you did! Yeah, it says, "Life is beautiful..!".
There are a lot of feelings that we get when we watch a movie, we laugh a lot, we feel angst, we feel tension and at times(?) we cry..! There are a lot of movies that shows the good things in this world, like "Love Actually", which is just a feel good movie. There is nothing much in that movie other than different types and kinds of love.
There there are some movies that also shows the good things in this world, but amidst not so good situations. The best example is the movie with the name same as that given in the title...
I like watching these movies more than seeing too much of action or violence. This does not mean that I don't like such movies. I watch them with as much interest as the afore mentioned kind. But I prefer to watch the first type...
Sports Movies, the ones based on some real life story of at times imaginary stories, inspires me a lot..! I wanted to write about such a movie that I saw half an hour back "Seabiscuit"...
Strange name, right? But then the strangeness in that name itself gives out a clue about what sport it is dealing with. Yes, you are right! it's a movie about Horse racing and the title is the name of our "Hero" horse...
Oh, got to go! Duty calls! Will come back and complete this!!!
aargh! am not feeling so good... at times mind gets too heavy. I guess, it's because weekend is going to end..! :-) So, I will write about Seabiscuit some other time when I am feeling good...
There are a lot of feelings that we get when we watch a movie, we laugh a lot, we feel angst, we feel tension and at times(?) we cry..! There are a lot of movies that shows the good things in this world, like "Love Actually", which is just a feel good movie. There is nothing much in that movie other than different types and kinds of love.
There there are some movies that also shows the good things in this world, but amidst not so good situations. The best example is the movie with the name same as that given in the title...
I like watching these movies more than seeing too much of action or violence. This does not mean that I don't like such movies. I watch them with as much interest as the afore mentioned kind. But I prefer to watch the first type...
Sports Movies, the ones based on some real life story of at times imaginary stories, inspires me a lot..! I wanted to write about such a movie that I saw half an hour back "Seabiscuit"...
Strange name, right? But then the strangeness in that name itself gives out a clue about what sport it is dealing with. Yes, you are right! it's a movie about Horse racing and the title is the name of our "Hero" horse...
Oh, got to go! Duty calls! Will come back and complete this!!!
aargh! am not feeling so good... at times mind gets too heavy. I guess, it's because weekend is going to end..! :-) So, I will write about Seabiscuit some other time when I am feeling good...
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Spirit of Youth!
There is a community called, Make A Difference Cochin in Orkut. And it seems like they are doing a lot of good things like going to some orphanages and teaching them. I just want to congratulate the people who are behind this wonderful movement. This just shows that there are plenty of things that we can do with our lives for the betterment of society around us. I just wish, I could be a part of this.
The link to that community is http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=15031757. Do visit that community!
The link to that community is http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=15031757. Do visit that community!
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Darien Lake Theme Park!
It did not take me much time to go for the first trip of this tenure here in US. The first weekend itself my roomies wanted to go to a water theme park and I did not say no. After all, it is at their mercy that I can see the places around as I don't own a car. Hmm, I have to take the license and take a car fast. Otherwise you will become too dependent on others...
And this theme park was further north, on the way to Niagra. They did not chose Niagra as they both have been already there. When they are going there again, they want to go with a tourist visa to Canada also so that they can visit Toronto also. And they told me that Niagra is beautiful from Canadian side...
The thing about going north is that it gets colder, and the things were not different here also. The first ride that we took was a water ride and what else to say! That sort of took the steam out of me. I started shivering as soon as I came of water and that shivering continued as I was standing in the queue for the next roller coaster ride. I don't blame the first ride completely for this as there was the added ingredient of nerves before the first roller coaster ride for some time...
The ride was named as Predator and it had a warning written in front that people with back pain, High BP, heart disease etc should not take this ride. But little did I realize that my back will get such a pounding from that ride. It was the worst ride that I have ever been. Not because it was less scary, but it was hurting physically also. Now, that is something that I have not experienced in all the rides that I have taken till now...
Did kayaking for the first time in my life here. It was a nice experience especially trying hard to move it forward in a straight line... :-)
Err, did I mention that I skipped most of the high thrill rides as I was a little scared??? May be not. You know, sometimes somethings are better left unsaid...
And altogether it was a nice first weekend Saturday back in US...
And this theme park was further north, on the way to Niagra. They did not chose Niagra as they both have been already there. When they are going there again, they want to go with a tourist visa to Canada also so that they can visit Toronto also. And they told me that Niagra is beautiful from Canadian side...
The thing about going north is that it gets colder, and the things were not different here also. The first ride that we took was a water ride and what else to say! That sort of took the steam out of me. I started shivering as soon as I came of water and that shivering continued as I was standing in the queue for the next roller coaster ride. I don't blame the first ride completely for this as there was the added ingredient of nerves before the first roller coaster ride for some time...
The ride was named as Predator and it had a warning written in front that people with back pain, High BP, heart disease etc should not take this ride. But little did I realize that my back will get such a pounding from that ride. It was the worst ride that I have ever been. Not because it was less scary, but it was hurting physically also. Now, that is something that I have not experienced in all the rides that I have taken till now...
Did kayaking for the first time in my life here. It was a nice experience especially trying hard to move it forward in a straight line... :-)
Err, did I mention that I skipped most of the high thrill rides as I was a little scared??? May be not. You know, sometimes somethings are better left unsaid...
And altogether it was a nice first weekend Saturday back in US...
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Back 2 USA...
Over confidence is not that good, afterall!
In my last trip here, I had no issues at all in reaching the destination. I reached my friend's house in San Francisco, without bothering him at all. And I thought, "Hmm, I am really good! I did not face any problem in doing things that were all first time for me, including boarding a flight!". While going back also, everything was so smooth that, I concluded that traveling is just a 'Baye haath ka Khel' for me...
Little did I know that, these were the things that happens not because I am good, just because I was lucky enough...
This time, the flight was at 3.00 AM from Bangalore and I realized the first mistake, I did not have a pen. I had to wait till some one sitting next to me in the waiting lounge to complete his immigration form. And this cost me precious time as I realized that the queues in all immigration counters were getting longer by the second. I some how scrapped through it to find that the flight is delayed one hour. Suddenly, I realized that the biggest challenge for me is to stay awake so that I can listen to the announcement to board the plane. I did that somehow thanks to some energetic kids running around shouting...
I didn't even know when the flight took off from Bangalore. It had a stop in Mumbai and then we left for Frankfurt. On the way, somewhere around vienna, I could catch a glimpse of land below, and Boy, that was beautiful. Europe is indeed beautiful. I wish I get a chance to visit Europe some time. Okay, I agree that I am luckier than most. But then, there is no limit to human greed...
I Frankfurt, we had to get off the plane as some cleaning had to be done. I took my hand bag and went for a walk inside the airport, came back and realized that the flight will be one hour late because of some technical snag. I tried to spend time immersing my face in a novel "Catch 22". I had bought it during my first onsite trip, still have not crossed the page 40. I suddenly found myself looking around the waiting lounge (Not vayil nottam...).
Finally the flight took off and reached Chicago 2 hours before my connecting flight to Rochester. I thought there is plenty of time. But by the time I got both my check in bags, I found that I am only 30 minutes before time. I some how, reached the United Airlines counter and they asked me to leave my checkin baggage there without checking in and run to catch the train to the domestic terminal. I reached there 15 minutes before time and was shocked to hear that there is no way I was going to catch my flight.
I was some what relieved when the boy at the counter told me that they will allow me to take the next flight to Rochester without paying even a single penny more. I was happy. At least nothing bigger happened. They it suddenly hit me that my luggage will be send in the first flight. I got anxious and informed him the same. He told me that he will send a message to the check in dept if I can give a description for both of my bags. I gave the same and he send it out...
Through out that flight, I was tense about the luggage. I reached Rochester and was waiting to recieve the luggage. The tension grew and after some time, I saw the grey suitcase coming out. I was so relieved, I went running took the bag and kept it along side my hand bag. But, there was no sign of my red bag. I waited and waited. Then I suddenly realized that there are no more bags coming in. I was left wondering what to do next. Then I saw a pretty long queue and I came to know that none of them had recieved their luggages. I also went and stood in the queue.
One guy in the queue had 8 of his bags missing. I don't know how he managed to check in 8 bags. Then there was another guy, who was missing only two bags. But it was not his bags which had gone to wrong destination, but himself. He somehow boarded the wrong flight and reached here. No wonder, he did not find his luggage as it had already reached its correct destination.
I lodged a complaint and I realized that my bag had gone for a trip to Richmond, Virginia. After two days I recieved my baggage. I am just happy that I atleast was able to catch my correct flight. Err... Am I getting overconfident? No God, Please dont teach me another lesson!!!
In my last trip here, I had no issues at all in reaching the destination. I reached my friend's house in San Francisco, without bothering him at all. And I thought, "Hmm, I am really good! I did not face any problem in doing things that were all first time for me, including boarding a flight!". While going back also, everything was so smooth that, I concluded that traveling is just a 'Baye haath ka Khel' for me...
Little did I know that, these were the things that happens not because I am good, just because I was lucky enough...
This time, the flight was at 3.00 AM from Bangalore and I realized the first mistake, I did not have a pen. I had to wait till some one sitting next to me in the waiting lounge to complete his immigration form. And this cost me precious time as I realized that the queues in all immigration counters were getting longer by the second. I some how scrapped through it to find that the flight is delayed one hour. Suddenly, I realized that the biggest challenge for me is to stay awake so that I can listen to the announcement to board the plane. I did that somehow thanks to some energetic kids running around shouting...
I didn't even know when the flight took off from Bangalore. It had a stop in Mumbai and then we left for Frankfurt. On the way, somewhere around vienna, I could catch a glimpse of land below, and Boy, that was beautiful. Europe is indeed beautiful. I wish I get a chance to visit Europe some time. Okay, I agree that I am luckier than most. But then, there is no limit to human greed...
I Frankfurt, we had to get off the plane as some cleaning had to be done. I took my hand bag and went for a walk inside the airport, came back and realized that the flight will be one hour late because of some technical snag. I tried to spend time immersing my face in a novel "Catch 22". I had bought it during my first onsite trip, still have not crossed the page 40. I suddenly found myself looking around the waiting lounge (Not vayil nottam...).
Finally the flight took off and reached Chicago 2 hours before my connecting flight to Rochester. I thought there is plenty of time. But by the time I got both my check in bags, I found that I am only 30 minutes before time. I some how, reached the United Airlines counter and they asked me to leave my checkin baggage there without checking in and run to catch the train to the domestic terminal. I reached there 15 minutes before time and was shocked to hear that there is no way I was going to catch my flight.
I was some what relieved when the boy at the counter told me that they will allow me to take the next flight to Rochester without paying even a single penny more. I was happy. At least nothing bigger happened. They it suddenly hit me that my luggage will be send in the first flight. I got anxious and informed him the same. He told me that he will send a message to the check in dept if I can give a description for both of my bags. I gave the same and he send it out...
Through out that flight, I was tense about the luggage. I reached Rochester and was waiting to recieve the luggage. The tension grew and after some time, I saw the grey suitcase coming out. I was so relieved, I went running took the bag and kept it along side my hand bag. But, there was no sign of my red bag. I waited and waited. Then I suddenly realized that there are no more bags coming in. I was left wondering what to do next. Then I saw a pretty long queue and I came to know that none of them had recieved their luggages. I also went and stood in the queue.
One guy in the queue had 8 of his bags missing. I don't know how he managed to check in 8 bags. Then there was another guy, who was missing only two bags. But it was not his bags which had gone to wrong destination, but himself. He somehow boarded the wrong flight and reached here. No wonder, he did not find his luggage as it had already reached its correct destination.
I lodged a complaint and I realized that my bag had gone for a trip to Richmond, Virginia. After two days I recieved my baggage. I am just happy that I atleast was able to catch my correct flight. Err... Am I getting overconfident? No God, Please dont teach me another lesson!!!
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Adieu Mr.Woolmer!!!
The death of Bob Woolmer, coach of Pakistam Cricket team, is being considered suspicious by the investigating officers of Jamaican police. This is quite an unfortunate end to one of the most respected coaches in cricket world. I hate to think that some one has killed him because Pakistan crashed out of this world cup, after all this is only a sport, something which should be more of a timepass.
Even though my heart wants to think that his death was because of some natural cause, the stories coming in the media are saying otherwise. I am sure he was a strong person and is not meek enough to commit suicide. So the remaining option is that he was murdered, which is sending shivers down my spine!
He was merely a professional coach who was doing his job with utmost sincierity. If some mad cricket fan has committed this crime, then that is the worst thing ever to have happened in a sports field...
I was quite shocked when I heard that a fan of Steffi Graf stabbed Monica Seles. Another such instance was the death of Andreas Escobar, the Colombian footballer who was shot dead because he scored a self goal which lead to the ouster of Colombia from football world cup.
If not to this extend, I heard people wrecking havoc in Mahendra Dhoni's house and all. I don't think true lovers of sport can resort to such acts of vandalism. Burning effigies and all are fine, but hurting the families of these sportmen are unpardonable. As Rahul Dravid rightly pointed out, they do have their right to live peacefully in this country.
I just pray to god to give sense to these people to understand that sports is meant for fun and it is nothing more than that. I am really sorry for Bob Woolmer. May his soul rest in peace!!!
Even though my heart wants to think that his death was because of some natural cause, the stories coming in the media are saying otherwise. I am sure he was a strong person and is not meek enough to commit suicide. So the remaining option is that he was murdered, which is sending shivers down my spine!
He was merely a professional coach who was doing his job with utmost sincierity. If some mad cricket fan has committed this crime, then that is the worst thing ever to have happened in a sports field...
I was quite shocked when I heard that a fan of Steffi Graf stabbed Monica Seles. Another such instance was the death of Andreas Escobar, the Colombian footballer who was shot dead because he scored a self goal which lead to the ouster of Colombia from football world cup.
If not to this extend, I heard people wrecking havoc in Mahendra Dhoni's house and all. I don't think true lovers of sport can resort to such acts of vandalism. Burning effigies and all are fine, but hurting the families of these sportmen are unpardonable. As Rahul Dravid rightly pointed out, they do have their right to live peacefully in this country.
I just pray to god to give sense to these people to understand that sports is meant for fun and it is nothing more than that. I am really sorry for Bob Woolmer. May his soul rest in peace!!!
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
In Her Shoes!!!
I like this movie more for the poems in it as much as the movie itself. It's a watchable movie, feel good movie, the kind I like. I had posted one poem by Elizabeth Bishop from this movie. Now I am intending to post two other poems from the same movie. It just made me sit up and do a search in the web for the complete lyrics of these. Enjoy!!!
Let Evening Come
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Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass. Let the stars appear and the moon disclose her silver horn.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den. Let the wind die down. Let the shed go black inside. Let evening come.
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop in the oats, to air in the lung let evening come.
Let it come, as it will, and don’t be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come.
Jane Kenyon
I carry your heart with me(I carry it in my heart)
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I carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root
and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
E. E. Cummings
Let Evening Come
-------------------
Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass. Let the stars appear and the moon disclose her silver horn.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den. Let the wind die down. Let the shed go black inside. Let evening come.
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop in the oats, to air in the lung let evening come.
Let it come, as it will, and don’t be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come.
Jane Kenyon
I carry your heart with me(I carry it in my heart)
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I carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root
and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
E. E. Cummings
Saturday, January 20, 2007
One Art...
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
-- Elizabeth Bishop
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
-- Elizabeth Bishop
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Liar Liar!
Yes, I am talking about myself. This is not regarding an incident that happened last week or the week before, it is about a truth which turned out to be a lie lately. But again when I think back about how lately it is, it goes back to some time after I got my Job. So that lie was never a truth at all...
Before you people feel some mental illness thinking of what the lie is, let me write it down myself. It's the words that I had used to describe myself which says ," I love to laugh and make others laugh and I take most of the things as they come!"...
I have lost that ability to laugh at myself and the ability to make others laugh also. It was the most loved part of my character, both by myself and by others. But, now I have lost it thanks to an over grown EGO. I don't want to write anything more. I just pray to god to give me strength to be the man that I want to be, the man that I once was. Please God!!!
Before you people feel some mental illness thinking of what the lie is, let me write it down myself. It's the words that I had used to describe myself which says ," I love to laugh and make others laugh and I take most of the things as they come!"...
I have lost that ability to laugh at myself and the ability to make others laugh also. It was the most loved part of my character, both by myself and by others. But, now I have lost it thanks to an over grown EGO. I don't want to write anything more. I just pray to god to give me strength to be the man that I want to be, the man that I once was. Please God!!!
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