Another 10th December

December 10, 2010

I try and try
Not to cry
Not today atleast

Think it was yesterday
I enjoyed every bit of everyday

There's no rush at 8
To catch the bus that was never late
Nobody to pull my blanket
Nobody asking me for treat to clear my wallet
I try and try
Not to cry
Not today atleast

I may have more birthdays to come
Myself drenched in soap and lather, will I have seldom
I might have all the cakes I ask for
But not the one we friends used to fight for
I try and try
Not to cry
Not today atleast

We might plan lots of trips
Would it be any good as the late night walk in the campus under the lamps
I might be wearing new dresses everyday
Will it make it up to the t-shirt of a friend on every friday
I try and try
Not to cry
Not today atleast

There won't be any deadlines for codes
Wearing the dupatta masks, I wouldn't be crossing those roads
I won't have a hostel room to go to
Where I'll have a bunch of friends to talk to
I try and try
Not to cry
Not today atleast

I don't have to go to ATMs
To take out the last of hundreds
To recharge my mobile
Because we had to finish our fight on who will call who for a while
I try and try
Not to cry
Not today atleast

There won't be anymore holi
Or playing daandiya just for jolly
We won't be dancing with our RM
Just because the DJ was playing songs awesome
I try and try
Not to cry
Not today atleast

We won't be fighting anymore over the tour to Wonderla
Who says we didn't have a gala
We won't be running anymore marathons
To get the certificates and pose for the mobile phones
I try and try
Not to cry
Not today atleast

Good times are past me
Realisation dawns only later on me
If my thoughts are all right
I die only as a Satyamite

P.S. :- Again a 10th Dec. 3yrs have past after the first day at job. Today maybe Satyam doesn't exist. May be I don't belong to its new form. But each of us still have the same sense of belonging to Satyam. I don't remember any of my friends from other companies updating about their service anniversary. We do it even when most of us don't belong to Satyam

"Another Dec 10th. One more day to remember those golden days we spent with satyam. Happy Service Anniversary to all satyam Pals.Still when i remember those smiles, tears keep rolling down my face.Miss u all.." - Jibu

"Today is a very memorable day in my life since it was dis day 3 yrs ago whn wid dreams and hopes in my eyes tht I startd my journey wid Satyam,it still continues wid Mahindra Satyam :) :) :)" - Vishu

"My 3rd Service Anniversary today....Satyam sivam sundaram.." - SK

"Congrats to all ELTP 865 - 867
Today we all completed 3 yrs of experience..
Was the most memorable journey so far..." - Sanket

 And yours truly wrote

"Another 10th Dec... A day associated with hopes, aspirations, friendship, love, joy, tension, dreams, tragedies, tears, fun...Thanks to all. Missing all you guys!!! Terribly!!!"

 P.S.S. :- Why is that I can't control my tears.

P.S.S.S :- Its my first take on poems and rhyming is the last of the skills I have.

I wanna go back to

To us mates.

I wanna go back to the days when we used to dine together at the cafeteria. That round table conference where I knew more about the java batch, Ramettan and Tuttumon's pjs.

I wanna go back to the days when a Dinshaws icecream was all that I needed to end my day.

I wanna go back to the day of our Spotlight and tell Lallu that she was the best dancer of the day. I shouldn't have missed Pattar's Wake me up song and Ramettan and gang's Mime.

I wanna go back to the day when we all dragged Dumbo (I know she'll kill me for writing this) to watch Dasavatharam and when I took a pic with Alu Arjun's poster. *Sadly SK lost the pic :(*

I wanna go back to the day when I and half-drunk-Eldhose (or was it fully drunk?) had fought over the topic Love on our first trip to home. *I don't remember what I told then, I just wanna check if those are still my viewpoints on love*.

I wanna go back to the days when we bought a book of malayalam film song lyrics and sang so loud that other inmates of our hostel came to warn us.

I wanna go back to those days when we 5 used to sit over the rocks infront of the reception and chit chat every night, forgetting that there were a bunch of mosquitoes accompanying us.

I wanna go back to the day when Obamamol and me went for a walk to the More and we shared our stories. *Dear Obamamol, I'm happy that that day happened in our lives. Otherwise we would never have been this close *

I wanna go back to the day when I stood up in the class for being one of the toppers for case study. *That was the only time I did that in my life. *

I wanna go back to the day when our training project group was formed. Even when there was a lot of fuss around us, our team was clearly the first one to form. *Guys, we still rock, don't we?*

I wanna go back to those days when birthdays naturally meant a treat at Raj Dhaba and free facial treatment of cake and sometimes a free bath with foam water, eye massage with toothpaste or kajal and conditioning of hair with tomatoes and eggs.

I wanna go back to those days when AM and I used to go upto the terrace for having tea in the evenings and watch gully cricket being played by kids in the neighbourhood.

I wanna go back to the days when Chillies was the perfect veg-restaurant and we considered their fried rice and curries to be made in heaven, Baker's chariot 's chicken sandwich was our perfect breakfast, Suruchi had the best naan ever, Reddy's chat was the most spiciest of all chats.

I wanna go back those days when Rakesh made me addicted to Bounty and Snickers. And I always had to pay the bills.

I wanna go back to the day when our whole batch played dumsharats. Kunal pulled my cheeks in happiness for getting Aparichit and Delhi Heights correctly. *See I still I remember it*

I wanna go back to the day when Eldhose left for Pune. If I had my go I would have pulled his ears and dragged him outside the bus and asked him to stay back. *We missed you a lot da*

I wanna go back to the days when we thought Bangalore was the worst that could happen to us. *It wasn't.. as we found out later what the actual worst thing was*

I wanna go back to the day when Ramettan and I betted on VS's number of votes in the previous elections and I narrowly escaped because the number of votes he got didn't fit into each ones betting range.

I wanna go back to the days when we used to sit and watch Miley Jab Hum Tum and comment on how good Nupur is and how dashing Mayank is. *Donimol, did you know that they got married ?*

I wanna go back to the days when we used to flock around the maggie counter of our cafeteria for our maggie cups and then rush all the way to busbay.

I wanna go back to the days Obama and me used to go for tea with Oku's gang. Competing amongst us to pile up the coffee cups.

I wanna go back to those days when we used to do all that we could to escape the bus pass checkers of our company bus. Then MJ was the traitor amongst us who had a cab pass.

I wanna go back to the days when we sent each other crap mails. Ammini, Blore and I would scratch our heads for ideas for our Trimurthy mails, which apparently we never did for coding. And Appimol and Koratty were our easy targets.

I wanna go back to the days when Rishi used to greet me with roses in the communicator. And Pattar made my day with his lame jokes. *He was the sole reason I got my name*

I wanna go back to the days when Forum was a regular hangout and we did shopping only at Archies, More and Landmark because of budgetary concerns. Those days I got addicted to McD's burger.

I wanna go back to those days when we never stopped cursing S_p for reducing our performance ratings. And cursing RB for his hairstyles, moustache-styles and everything he did.

P.S. :- I still have a lot left to say, but those tears in my eyes aren't allowing me.

Its one whole year.... and I'm all happy

Nov. 6, 2008 :
As any other day, I am sitting in one of the invisible corners of the ODC. Chatting with Pattar as usual. We 3, Ammini, Blore and me, were allocated 3 different systems. We are done with the trimurthi mail of the day. Phase 2 of the internal project had started and it was the demo time. Which meant a whole lot of free time for the new project mates. Ammini was with Oku and Blore googling. It was only a few days before, I came to know that blogger can be opened in the office. I had started scribbling on my previous blog. "But I need a new one. A fresh start, so to say". I told Pattar.
Even the name of the new blog should be different. Something that conveys about me.
"The Desultory Mind", said Pattar.
"Hmm... thats a nice one. I think I'll give it a shot", says me.
But what to write. Not politics and Not movies. May be later on but not the first one. Introduce myself? Who the hell am I to do that? Besides, nobody is going to read it, then what is the need of an introduction. Evenmore, I have done that in my earlier blog and that's enough.
Then. I remember one thing. How much I hate Bangalore, its climate. I sneezed. Thats a good start. I can go on and on on that topic. Sigh.

The very first thoughts...

*The very first picture that comes to my mind everytime I hear Bangalore is the one in which I, Amma, Achan and bro were standing infront of the Christ College and two girls passed us. One was in mini-skirt. The other one in a red top and trousers. That is the first I saw mini-skirt live. I had been to Delhi and Chennai a lot before this but never saw someone wearing mini-skirt to college. (This happened back when I was in my 10th grade.)

*The day we reached Bangalore. We went to shop some regular stuff. At the shop, we asked, "Bhayya, dress clips hain ?". Bhayya replied, "Dress clips alle? Ithu mathiyo?"(Dress clips na? Are these enough?). We literally frowned!

* Crossing the signal infront of Forum, we noticed some guys. When we walked past them, they giggled "Kollaamketto"(Nice ones!!). It was we who used to say that dialogue when we were in Hyderabad. That reminds me, we are in Bangalore, an extended Kerala.

And hence Bangalore Times.

P.S. :- Its been one year and so many things have changed. Even my attitude towards Bangalore. I love the place because of the nostalgic memories it is associated with. I still hate the climate though.

Some updates...

Its seems like ages have passed since I blogged something. The reasons for writing nothing all these days are various. I neither had the "mood" or the "stuff" to write. I have been completely occupied by my new venture for this season- CAT. So the preparation is going in an all-time-high swing. But I am still doubtful of my capability to crack the test. Anyways, so the thing that makes me busy all day is the coaching classes that I attend. It just doesn't stop there. It makes me awake even at midnight. Oh...don't get into the idea that I have become a hardworking girl. Its just that me being a lazy bump, always end up getting a mock-test slot at 12pm or so. And thats how I ended up writing this post at 2.30 am.

Besides CAT, I have started tweeting too. But I really don't have any idea what to write there since I almost write all my updates in Facebook. And believe me, I don't really like the idea of copy-pasting the things I wrote in Orkut to Facebook to Twitter. If one day I bang my head to find two different contents for my facebook and twitter, what will I do for the next day. Logically, I can get drained off my creativity na? Lol...

So, onto some updates on my friends. Binu has got engaged to a guy with a french beard. By the way, she belongs to a place named "Chukku Bazaar". But we found neither chukku (dry ginger, i guess) nor a bazaar there. Infact, we were amused when the auto driver showing a small turning told us that it was chukku bazaar. :) And I got a more news on marriages and engagements. Ammini got married last month. Unfortunately, I couldn't attend the ceremony because of a PSC test. Tuttumon is getting married to Soumi (God, I need to learn the trick of naming someone badly) this sunday. Since both are my classmates, I am expecting a small gettogether of sort there. And Aanakutty is also getting engaged to Kodasa. Speaking of Kodasa, I wish I still have the copies of TEEE, a newsletter of our class in our college which mocked everyone. It is through one such edition of TEEE that I came to know of the existence of the malayalam word Kodasa, which means tummy. And they had also claimed that the word has a Palakkadan origin. Really?

Besides marriages, many friends have got new jobs. Good luck guys. And some like me, Blore and PP are trying to go for higher studies. Taking a respite. From job, I say. But we have still got out of the hangover. Albums in orkut are still being flooded with old snaps. By the way, talking of the snaps, do you know the one thing MJ is so afraid of. (For those who don't remember, this is not the real Michael I am talking about, but MJ of our company....Read the post on theft). A: Putting his pictures in orkut. Duh Huh.... May be he is afraid of somebody morphing his pic and making a porn!!!

Okay. Thats it for now. I think I have some stuff for a new post. So see you with that soon.

Must reads and some thank-yous

I am not sure why it happens everytime. This starting trouble. Everytime when I start a new post, I have this difficulty in how to start the post. Many a times, I come up with so much irrelevant things to cover up my starting trouble. And only if you could sit with me while I am typing, would you understand how much I have typed-and-retyped this first portion of my post. I am a firm believer of "Practice makes perfect" and hope someday I would write like Pattar or Sid. To the point. But more than anything else, I would love to have Obamamol's head. I have already told you about her creativity, her innovation in spinning stories from a simple and irrelevant incident. You could read that and more over here. You must read her poem also, that she wrote while we were all attending a session on DotNet 3.5. It was a desparate move to get rid of the boredom in the class. Actually, you won't find anything related to software interesting when it is being taught. And poem reminds me, a few days back I saw this movie of Drew Barrymoore, Never Been Kissed, and in that, the word "Poem" was pronounced as if it were "Pome". Is it the actual way of pronouncing it ? or is it just another American accent, which we usually dont care. The only thing I adapted from the American English is the usage of 's' instead of 'z' in words like civilis(z)ation. That was one correction I was totally used to at school, since we are asked to follow the British English.


Anyways this discussion of accent isn't going anywhere. So, what I intend to do here is to have a thanks giving post. A post dedicated to all my friends, who are the air and soul of my blog. First the title credits. Its Pattar who suggested me the title of the blog. Then, I wasn't even aware that such a word existed (As if I know everything now). But it suites. If I had been at any point of my life a little focussed, I would have reached somewhere. Next to Ammini, Obamamol for naming us, hostelmates. If not for these names, I couldn't have written a word about them. The only problem was the frequency with which we were being renamed. I couldn't cope up with this, so i sticked to the names in my first post. Ammini, Blore and me were the one who started with the Trimurthy mails. Those mails are a real inspiration for this blog. Obamamol. I need her brains, man.


Thanks. Blore for her rendezvous with RB which made it to my blog. One info that I haven't ever shared about her is that Blore is a walking and talking film encyclopedia.And if you are playing dumsharat with her, better be in her team. Koratty for her wit. You can expect her step to fame "Laigayude kathakaari" in this space soon. Aanakutty and Appimol for giving me the idea to write about us in my blog which would otherwise have been so stale. Tudy for her special fun moments. For Tudy's manjurani and reetha episode, please do read Obamamol's blog. AN, Donimol, Binu, Sharath and Tuttudu for being my victims. And Sharath, sorry. For writing your real name. I am not an expert at naming you know. Or rather, you can take this as a credit da, the only person to have been referred with his real name my blog. AM, Lallu, Ramettan, Colonel also. For giving memories of a lifetime. I also thank others like our thief, SS and RB who had made active contribution to my blog eventhough they are unaware of this. And they better be. For more than 1 reason.


There aren't enough words to thank you guys for making my life so eventful and special. Anyways, I will miss you all guys.