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.

An Encounter With a Thief

It is not everyday that you encounter a thief who holds your hand, snatch your purse and run away. What we heard was just a loud scream of Tudy. It took us a little time to realise that the dark tall guy was indeed running with Tudy's purse. We ran after him. Out from somewhere came a guy(Read as Hero) who caught the thief. What followed was a genuine cinematic scene happening in a real life scenario(don't mind, my computer jargons might creep in sometimes). The thief was caught by his collar. The thief handed over the purse back to Hero and ran away. Thanks to Hero, we were relieved.

Our hostel is just 5-6 mins walk from the main road. A few minutes ago only, me , Blore and Koratty had met Ammini and Tudy who were waiting for their Shawarma to be parceled from the Arabian Restaurant which is on the roadside itself (Needless to say, the shawarma was for Aanakutty). We were on our way from Commercial Street, when we met both of them.

Half the way, we met PP and MJ. We just exchanged our Hi's. We didn't know that PP was staying so close to our hostel. But the most excited girl of the lot was our Blore. She was asking the same question again and again. And as always, we all grabbed up the opportunity. Eventhough we should have left that as pure excitement from her part, we started teasing her with PP's name. I certainly believe, being a part of our gang means you have to be cautious about what you do and also what you talk. You just can't say anything. Else you will punished thouroughly. Coming back to our story, PP and MJ had turned to their street and we to ours.

We were just two turns away from our hostel. As always Tudy was two steps behind all others. The thief had been following us for a long time. And suddenly he snatched away the purse from Tudy. The first thoughts that, we assumed and fully supported by Tudy, came to Tudy's mind was about her "Life", I mean her N95. There was no chiller in her account ( i.e. no use of her debit card), zero credit limit in her credit card (so no use of credit card) and the most obvious one no cash in her purse too. The only thing that mattered to her was her phone. And believe me, its not at all because it was N95. Even if it had been a Rs.500 phone, it would have still mattered a lot to her, because she lives not on food and clothes but on phone. Tudy started running after the thief. Seeing this Ammini put down all the things she had bought from shops, even her purse, and started running after the thief (or after Tudy?). Blore and Koratty too followed them, while I was left alone to pick up the things dropped by Ammini.

As she cried out louder "Thief, thief", one person (Hero), ran after the thief. It was easy for him since the thief was running away from us , in his direction. And Hero got hold of our Tudy's purse and the thief had escaped him(Later, I came to know that Koratty was too near to the thief, that she had an extreme impulse to hit the thief, but then she thought wisely and left the stunts to be performed by our hero). Hero, since he was alone, couldn't have possibly caught the thief and hold him till any other person arrived. Within a few seconds that street had become a crowded one, all discussing about the burglary and even discarded our presence. Much to our astonishment, some elderly person started scolding Hero, for not holding the thief till all others came. Some lady came upto Tudy and asked her something in Kannada, which obiviously she didn't understand. But she answered to all the lady's questions in Malayalam.

Then some handsome guys came to that scene. Really, they were so cute. Couldn't even believe that they were Mallus. Instead of thanking Hero, we thanked those handsome guys and left the scene. Its quite unbelievable that we all 5 did the same thing. Not even one person could act properly? Anyways we were more than happy to get back to normalcy in our hostel.

P.S. :- Upon Tudy's special request I am adding another "Tudy Special Fun Moment" here which happened when we had gone on for a Hostel Hunt. We had to catch a bus to White Field and in that bus, the bus conductor asked Tudy where our Office was and was it in Richmond Circle. Thanks to her deep knowledge in Hindi, all that she could understand was "Which is your Circle". To that she answered "HCU Microsoft". And then turning to me she asked how come this bus conductor know about the circle and subcircle in our Company. Rest you can imagine...