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.

Love Letters

I know its a dated topic but I just want to revive the topic which taught me that even I can write. Nope, wrong guess. I haven't written a love letter in my lifetime. Nor did I get one. :-( Phew. But this was about the love letters I have seen and heard about. Once I had read in a magazine that some of the famous Malayalam writers, in their college days, were love-letter-writing-experts. They would constantly be approached by their friends to write letters to their lovers. Wow ! This must have been the case with almost all writers in the world. Right? And I assume that's how they got such good language, particularly when it comes to praising woman and her beauty. And I can also safely assume that girls being less of the romantic creatures, would reply to those letters with a smile(perhaps, sandals too).

But one Dheedhi I know, really took me by surprise, whom I had never had the opportunity to meet. The love interest of this Dheedhi happens to be a Bhayya in our own colony. Bhayya, who studied in my school itself, was really fun to be with. How much I had wished for him to be my real brother. This wish had gone to the extent of writing a note about him in my notebook and this little note was really liked by some of my schoolmates. But that was the past. Now, I am content with my own brother who is sweet and damn caring. Anyways, we all small kids had full rights to peek into Bhayya's house and his room also. Once when I and a friend of mine were there in his room, we happened to accidently to see this letter.Hey, the letter was kept was on his table and anyone who passed by could read it. Don't blame us. Its just a little curiosity plus a little anxiety. The letter was in Malayalam and it was a poetic too. And hence don't blame me if you find the translation of the excerpts of the letter weird and non-poetic. You do know that I am pathetic at Malayalam.
Anyways, some of the lines sounded very similar to....
...
I was a bird caged by my parents,
And you are the angel who opened the cage,
who let me fly high,
who let me know the world around me,
...

Its been almost 7 to 8 years after this incident happened. Must not you commend on my memory. (How much I wish to have such a memory when it came to studies). Yeah, for those who still think that we did a brutal violation of someone's privacy, let me tell you, that Bhayya later showed us "their" photographs. He then pointed towards a bundle of papers which he explained to be love letters from our Dheedhi. And then we were like Oh-Yeah!-We-Have-Read-It. Anyways, their love story went on very smoothly. And now they are waiting to getting married. Good Luck Guys !!!

Story 2:-

And yeah, this is also another violation of someone's privacy. But then how do you suppose me to write about love letters. I, the one who never wrote one and recieved one. Am I making it too obvious? That I have been desperate to get one? Ah, whatever! I actually don't have the time for such silly things. Ok ! So coming back to the point. This is not about any letter. This is about a diary. Yep! that little black book where you pen down everything at the end of the day. And our hero here, is a distant cousin. I have always looked upon him as a maestro and used to listen to his stories (with this girl, with that girl etc.) with my mouth wide open. Once when he visited us, he was carrying this diary with him. And he forgot to take the book back when he left. When we called him to say that he forgot his diary, he told that he will come and collect it later. And everytime I saw that book on our study table, it was as if there was some magnetic force in the book which tried to pull me towards it. And when this force reached its peak, I took the diary and opened it. To my utter disappointment, only few pages had been written on. I was about to put the book back, when I saw this sentence in one page "Njan avale kandu(I saw her)". I rolled my eyes open. Is it for real? Am I getting a scoop? The entire story stretched only for 3 pages and with very few lines in each page. But it meant a lot more eventhough it wasn't written.

First day.... "I went to my friend, X's house today. I saw her there. She lives next door"
Second day..."I went to that place again. I saw her. We talked. We decided to meet at another place"
And the next entry was there in a page within a week.
"We met today. We talked about our past. And then she gave me a gift. A hot one. (Pinne enikoru oru choodulla sammanam kitti)"

And I am not that stupid to assume that the gift he got was Pakoda or Samosa. And when I told him that I read the diary and all those pages, he just laughed it off. Since, I don't have a real contact with this cousin now, I really don't know what happened after this incident. Did he continue it or he switched to another girl? A lot questions are still unanswered.

So this was it. This was what I had written earlier in my orkut days. I think the habit of making everyone read what I wrote started around this time. I had compelled all my friends to read this one in my "About me". Some things never change.

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.