കാലെടുത്തുവച്ച ചെളിക്കുണ്ടില് നിന്നും ഒരു തവള തന്റെ നേരെ ഉയര്ന്നു ചാടുന്നത് കണ്ടപ്പോളാണ് അവന് താന് നടക്കുകയാണെന്നുള്ള ബോധം വന്നത്. അത്ര സമയവും തന്നെക്കുറിച്ചു തന്നെയുള്ള ബോധം നഷ്ടപ്പെടുവാന് കാരണമെന്തായിരുന്നു? അത്രയും നേരം ഗഹനമായ ചിന്തയില് മുഴുകുവാന് അവനെ പ്രേരിപ്പിച്ചതെന്തായിരുന്നു?
Sep 17, 2011
May 18, 2011
ഒരു ബ്രിട്ടീഷുകാരനും നമ്മുടെ മാലിന്യവും!
"Good people do not need laws to tell them to act responsibly, while bad people will find a way around the laws."- Plato
ഫേസ്ബുക്കില് സര്ഫ് ചെയ്തുകൊണ്ടിരിക്കുമ്പോള് ആണ് ഒരു വീഡിയോ എന്റെ ശ്രദ്ധയില് പെട്ടത്. കോട്ടക്കലെ ആര്യവൈദ്യശാലയില് ചികിത്സയില് കഴിയുന്ന ബ്രിട്ടീഷുകാരനായ ഒരു മനുഷ്യന് തന്റെ മുറിയുടെ ജന്നാലയില് നിന്നും കണ്ട മാലിന്യം നീക്കുവാന് മുന്നിട്ടിറങ്ങിയതിനെക്കുറിച്ച് ഒരു പ്രാദേശിക ടി.വി ചാനല് ഒരുക്കിയ റിപ്പോര്ട്ട് ആയിരുന്നു പ്രസ്തുത വീഡിയോ. വീഡിയോ താഴെ ചേര്ത്തിരിക്കുന്നു.
May 16, 2011
മുള്ളനും നസീറും ഒരു പാമ്പും
ഭാഗം 1
“ടമാര് പഠാര്.... എഴുന്നേക്കടാ...”
അതിരാവിലെത്തന്നെ ഈ ബഹളവും കേട്ടുകൊണ്ടാണ് റെമോ കണ്ണുതുറന്നത്. ആദ്യം ഒന്നും മനസ്സിലായില്ലെങ്കിലും മുറിയിലെ ലൈറ്റ് ഓണ് ആണെന്നും പതിവില്ലാത്തതെന്തോ നടക്കുകയാണെന്നും ബോധ്യംവന്നപ്പോള് അവന് കണ്ണുതിരുമ്മി ചുറ്റും നോക്കി. കാറയുടെ ബെഡ്ഡില് അവനില്ല. തിരിഞ്ഞു കുഞ്ഞിയുടെ ഭാഗത്തേക്ക് നോക്കിയപ്പോള് കാറ അതാ അവിടെ! അവന്റെ വലതുകാല് പൊങ്ങിയുയരുന്നു. അത് കുഞ്ഞിയുടെ നടുവില് പതിക്കുന്നു. കുഞ്ഞി നിലവിളിക്കുന്നു. കൂടെ കാറയുടെ ആഹ്വാനവും, “വാ. നമുക്ക് നടക്കാന് പോകാം.”
Mar 20, 2011
നിരാശാകാമുകന്
പൂങ്കിളിക്ക് കുരുവിക്കാമുകന്(ex) എഴുതുന്നത്,
ഹല്ല.... ലിതു ഞാന് തന്നേയ്. ചുമ്മാ ഒരു മെയില് അയച്ചേക്കാം എന്ന് കരുതി. ഞാനിവിടെ ജീവനോടെയുണ്ടെന്ന് ഒന്നറിയിച്ചേക്കാം എന്ന് ഒരു വിചാരം. അത്രേയുള്ളൂ.. പേടിക്കണ്ട. അധികം ശല്യപ്പെടുത്തില്ല. ഇത് വായിച്ചാല് എനിക്ക് നല്ലത്, ഇല്ലേല് നിനക്ക് നല്ലത് എന്നുള്ള ഒരവസ്ഥയിലാണ് ഇത് കുത്തിക്കുറിക്കുന്നത്.
Mar 14, 2011
ഒരു യാത്രയും കുറെ യാതനകളും
ഒരു കല്യാണത്തിന് പോയാല് ഇത്രയും ‘നല്ല’ ഓര്മ്മകള് ഉണ്ടാവും എന്ന് ഞാന് ഒരിക്കലും കരുതിയിരുന്നില്ല. ഒന്നു-രണ്ടു വര്ഷങ്ങള് മുന്പ് നടന്നതാണെങ്കിലും ഇന്നും ചിലനേരത്ത് ഓര്ത്തിരുന്നു ചിരിക്കുവാന് ഉള്ള കാര്യങ്ങള്. പെട്ടെന്ന് പറഞ്ഞുതീര്ക്കാന് പറ്റുന്ന ഒരു കഥയാണത്.
ഏതാണ്ടു രണ്ടു വര്ഷമായിട്ടുണ്ടാവും ഇതൊക്കെ നടന്നിട്ട്. എന്റെ ഒരു സുഹൃത്ത് അവന്റെ അമ്മായിയുടെ മകന്റെ കല്യാണത്തിന് പോകാന് ഞങ്ങള് രണ്ടുപേരെ ക്ഷണിച്ചു. രാവിലെ അവിടെ ചെന്നപ്പോള് ഞങ്ങള് രണ്ടുപേരെ കൂടാതെ മറ്റൊരുവന് കൂടെ അവിടെ ഉണ്ട്. സത്യം പറഞ്ഞാല് ഞങ്ങള് അവന് അവിടെ ഉണ്ടാവും എന്ന് തീരെ പ്രതീക്ഷിച്ചില്ല. ചില പ്രശ്നങ്ങളും മറ്റുമായി ഞങ്ങള് ഈ കഥാപാത്രത്തോട് കുറച്ചു അകന്നു നടക്കുന്ന പരുവത്തിലായിരുന്നു. എന്തായാലും രാവിലെ എല്ലാവരും കൂടെ കല്യാണസ്ഥലത്തേക്ക്പുറപ്പെട്ടു. ഈ കല്യാണത്തിന് കഥയില് അത്ര വല്യ പ്രാധാന്യമില്ലാത്തത് കൊണ്ട് അതിനെക്കുറിച്ചും അവിടെ നടന്ന സംഭവങ്ങളെക്കുറിച്ചും പറയുന്നില്ല.
Feb 15, 2011
Valentine's day and an SMS
Another Valentine’s Day has passed. I saw mixed reactions from many of my friends, where some people said it is not necessary that we celebrate this day and some people said there is no problem in celebrating such a day. Anyways, I feel there is no harm in celebrating one day as lovers’ day. We have Mothers’ day, Fathers’ day, Teachers’ day and all. A day for tiger, one for AIDS awareness, and we have a day for fools too! So, what is the problem in having a lovers’ day?
Feb 9, 2011
The end of a love story
While remembering those days in school there are some things that we cannot forget ever in our life. These incidents can range from the first day in a new school to the various characters we have known, including our friends. There were love affairs and fights and all such activities. Here I am trying to narrate something which happened to me on one such day.
This is a story about my first girlfriend and how that relation came to an end. Before the story, I’ll tell you something about this relation I had with this girl.
Jan 28, 2011
The Wakeup Call
“Wake up.”
“mm..”
“Wake up.”
“Why now?”
“Because it is time to wake up”
“No, it isn’t!”
“Yes, it is. If you do not wake up now, you never will.”
Dec 12, 2010
ആത്മനിന്ദയും ജീവനും
ആത്മനിന്തയാണെന്നെ മഥിക്കുമീ ക്രൂരവികാരമെന്നറിയുന്നു ഞാന്
കൈവിട്ടുപോയോരാ ജീവത്പ്രണയമെന് ജീവനെ തിന്നുന്നതറിയുന്നു ഞാന്
എന്മനോകാവ്യമായെന്നില് നിറഞ്ഞൊരാ ജ്വാലയിന്നെന്നെ-
ജ്ജ്വലിപ്പിച്ചു മജ്ജയും മാംസവും കരിക്കുന്നതും അറിയുന്നു ഞാന്
Sep 18, 2010
A Story
Warning: Somewhat long post. If you yawn mid way, just leave the page and please don’t do any more damage to your precious brain.
Prologue
The stare was unbearable. For every second he kept wondering, “What could it be that she is so serious about?” When it reached its threshold he muttered, “Tell me whatever it is that you want to share and stop staring at me like you are seeing me for the first time. I mean, for Goodness’ sake, just say something than trying to fill the air with frustration.”
It was only then that he saw her lips were trembling.
Aug 26, 2010
Gurudevan - Teachings and Followers
One caste, one religion, one GOD for mankind
The above quoted is the most famous of all teachings by Sri. Narayana Guru, whose role in eradicating apartheid in Kerala is very big. He preached the oneness of GOD and man. He asked us to worship that great power which resides in all of us, despite the difference in which religion we follow. Guru knew the problems in this world are basically rooted in the basic of human beliefs, ie, Religion.
Aug 22, 2010
Shame on us
Independence day. We Indians rejoice on that day. The joy transcends the differences and barriers of caste, religion and language. Well, this period is also a big business for tri-color paper-flag sellers. There is also plastic flags available. We Indians buy atleast one flag as we think showcasing a tri-color in our home, on bicycles or in other vehicles speak of our love for our nation. And mind you, they do tell about our love towards our nation.
Apr 3, 2010
Into the forest
It was very unexpected that I would be asked by my friend to go with him for a trip into the forest near his place. It all happened very fast that without thinking about it I told him that I would go with him. Today I will tell you about that day.
Mar 25, 2010
Story of a lie
Lies lies lies. Who is there in this world that doesn’t lie? We, the people of happiness, the people who are happiness mongers, do lie a lot – almost every day. Please don’t tell me you speak truth, all the time. Because then I would be forced to call you a liar.
Well, you must have begun thinking ‘why is this fool saying these things here?’. Hmm.
Dusting off
This blog has been lying here, dormant for a long time. Now, I think, its time to revive it. Might begin to post my views on interesting topics, soon.
Many a number of things happened in my life, during the period I let this blog become a skeleton by feeding it no posts. Am feeling very sad for it.
Ahem, I would like to take a pledge here, for the well being of this blog.
Ahem, I would like to take a pledge here, for the well being of this blog.
Jun 24, 2009
Hakunaa-ma-taa-taa
Yes, I know. I haven’t posted anything in days!
Actually, I was busy. A lot busier than you can think of. My supplementary examinations were being conducted. And, I slept through the exams! Wow! Applaud please.
There were five examinations for me. [Yes, five! I left the papers blank for three of them and didn’t attend two.]
And this time, I didn’t write three and wrote the other two. Pass or fail? Don’t know! In the hands of teachers.
Actually I got confused with the exam schedule and missed one exam of the subject which I was very confident. The other two missed exams where the ones which I knew nothing about.
Now am back at home and today I woke up very early! 1.30PM!
Yeah, I know. I know! I admit it was a sarcastic joke. The problem is am not in a very good mood.
Reason? It happens that I can’t get past the challenge no: 39 in NFS MW challenge series! And the odd thing is I have actually completed three or four profiles earlier and there was no difficulty for me but now!
Cant think man. Cant think. It seems my mind is in slow-mo. I think it would be better to wrap it for now. Take care.
Actually, I was busy. A lot busier than you can think of. My supplementary examinations were being conducted. And, I slept through the exams! Wow! Applaud please.
There were five examinations for me. [Yes, five! I left the papers blank for three of them and didn’t attend two.]
And this time, I didn’t write three and wrote the other two. Pass or fail? Don’t know! In the hands of teachers.
Actually I got confused with the exam schedule and missed one exam of the subject which I was very confident. The other two missed exams where the ones which I knew nothing about.
Now am back at home and today I woke up very early! 1.30PM!
Yeah, I know. I know! I admit it was a sarcastic joke. The problem is am not in a very good mood.
Reason? It happens that I can’t get past the challenge no: 39 in NFS MW challenge series! And the odd thing is I have actually completed three or four profiles earlier and there was no difficulty for me but now!
Cant think man. Cant think. It seems my mind is in slow-mo. I think it would be better to wrap it for now. Take care.
Jun 16, 2009
Habit wearing the clock of guilt?... Time to 'prioritize'!
What is it that makes you happy?
Yes, I AM asking that question. The question that many people ask themselves. Many a number of teachers, psychiatrists, career advisers, bosses, your parents and friends, even the waiter in a cafeteria could have asked you that question. Not once or twice, but many times. But, the point is have you ever found a satisfactory answer? Satisfactory, in the sense, to you?
Normally, what we describe in response when such a question is asked would be about those things, the things which you think are entertaining you. Those things or activities which you found keep you interested may be for a day, or some days. Or in some particular cases that craze may go on for a month or some months, or even years.
These senses of ‘interested in’ activities wear off in time. And normally we tend to move on. [Yes, we move on. From place to place, from people to people, and some are very sad as they can’t apply this technique with their parents! :D ].
Sometimes it is very sad to bid farewell to some ‘thing’ that we have lately been doing, isn’t it? We hope it’s for the best and sometimes it works out well!
Here, let me share something with you people. It is a very holy, enlightening thought.
Here it comes: “If you feel like abandoning something, let it be a habit, a person, or even your life, just let it go. Abandon it. Because if you don’t let it go when you are feeling like ditching it there is a 50% chance for you to get those bumpy rides of thoughts in future which can freak you out and make your life miserable. The other 50%? Leave it. Because we can always have the pleasure of re-thinking if it doesn’t work out the other way!”
[Thoughts explained are the intellectual property belonging to me only. No copycats will be tolerated.
Just kidding. :)]
Also the stuff we do for our entertainment have their feet rooted in the experiences that we come across at that period of time. The period can be anything from a day to years. When such an ‘attention grabber’ comes we let loose the ends which could really make us happy.
For instance, I had the habit of smoking. I used to smoke five to ten cigarettes a day. Then one day I found the love of my life and she doesn’t like me smoking cigarettes. I was told to quit smoking. Actually it was me who first proposed it and I was happy with it. Well, for some days.
Then came the urge. I can’t stand watching my friends or anyone smoking. If I happen to see someone smoking it would make me upset. But I felt happy because I am doing something which my love cares about.
Shortly after sometime the promise was forgotten. I took that liberty and started smoking. This time the numbers doubled. But not for long!
Sometime, after the promise was broken, when I was smoking I felt guilty. I couldn’t savor a whole cigarette! And after some days the guilt became so unbearable that I again quit smoking, but not completely. I smoke when I feel very much in favor of smoking. But the numbers have dwindled down to almost one in several days. The urge to smoke has taken a sharp drop in the graph and it took the guilt along with it!
We should be able to sacrifice something for a greater cause to become accessible. I am not saying my girl will leave me if I don’t quit smoking, but the idea is that it cause her great pain and I don’t want that.
I hope that someday soon I will be able to completely quit smoking. And it is HOPE that drives us! Amen.
Yes, I AM asking that question. The question that many people ask themselves. Many a number of teachers, psychiatrists, career advisers, bosses, your parents and friends, even the waiter in a cafeteria could have asked you that question. Not once or twice, but many times. But, the point is have you ever found a satisfactory answer? Satisfactory, in the sense, to you?
Normally, what we describe in response when such a question is asked would be about those things, the things which you think are entertaining you. Those things or activities which you found keep you interested may be for a day, or some days. Or in some particular cases that craze may go on for a month or some months, or even years.
These senses of ‘interested in’ activities wear off in time. And normally we tend to move on. [Yes, we move on. From place to place, from people to people, and some are very sad as they can’t apply this technique with their parents! :D ].
Sometimes it is very sad to bid farewell to some ‘thing’ that we have lately been doing, isn’t it? We hope it’s for the best and sometimes it works out well!
Here, let me share something with you people. It is a very holy, enlightening thought.
Here it comes: “If you feel like abandoning something, let it be a habit, a person, or even your life, just let it go. Abandon it. Because if you don’t let it go when you are feeling like ditching it there is a 50% chance for you to get those bumpy rides of thoughts in future which can freak you out and make your life miserable. The other 50%? Leave it. Because we can always have the pleasure of re-thinking if it doesn’t work out the other way!”
[Thoughts explained are the intellectual property belonging to me only. No copycats will be tolerated.
Just kidding. :)]
Also the stuff we do for our entertainment have their feet rooted in the experiences that we come across at that period of time. The period can be anything from a day to years. When such an ‘attention grabber’ comes we let loose the ends which could really make us happy.
For instance, I had the habit of smoking. I used to smoke five to ten cigarettes a day. Then one day I found the love of my life and she doesn’t like me smoking cigarettes. I was told to quit smoking. Actually it was me who first proposed it and I was happy with it. Well, for some days.
Then came the urge. I can’t stand watching my friends or anyone smoking. If I happen to see someone smoking it would make me upset. But I felt happy because I am doing something which my love cares about.
Shortly after sometime the promise was forgotten. I took that liberty and started smoking. This time the numbers doubled. But not for long!
Sometime, after the promise was broken, when I was smoking I felt guilty. I couldn’t savor a whole cigarette! And after some days the guilt became so unbearable that I again quit smoking, but not completely. I smoke when I feel very much in favor of smoking. But the numbers have dwindled down to almost one in several days. The urge to smoke has taken a sharp drop in the graph and it took the guilt along with it!
We should be able to sacrifice something for a greater cause to become accessible. I am not saying my girl will leave me if I don’t quit smoking, but the idea is that it cause her great pain and I don’t want that.
I hope that someday soon I will be able to completely quit smoking. And it is HOPE that drives us! Amen.
Jun 14, 2009
Friends n Foes
I have a question to ask you guys. What can happen if you let one of your friends to intervene in your problems? Don’t get confused. The immediate answer is the problem can easily be solved. But hear about one of my friend’s incidents.
Let us call him ‘Anu’. He is friend of mine for the past 3 years. He was having some problems with his neighbor about their land. His neighbor had been trying to occupy a portion of his property. He used to resist this and one day he had a row with his neighbor. The neighbor is about 45 years old and my friend is 23. They engaged in a little fist fight and the neighbor got hurt, but just a little.
This neighbor is having two sons. Since they are almost of the same age as my friend they obviously got angry on him and decided to beat him up. Knowing about their intention, my friend went to another friend’s home and spent the night there. This other friend is of a cut and right type. Anu asked him for help. He wanted the other to go with him for a compromise talk. The other friend called some of his friends and they all went to Anu’s neighbor’s place.
They were welcomed and made to sit as some of them were mutual friends with Anu and his neighbor. They talked for some time. The compromise convoy asked the neighbor to go easy on Anu. They told him as Anu is a small boy and a very good lad he should be spared of the revenge being planned by the rival boys.
Since it was them who went for the compromise they had to keep silent for some time when the neighbor started talking. He spoke like he was the supreme power when it came to the issue. And after some time the main man in the compromise convoy lost his control and out of the temper he slapped the neighbor on both cheeks and asked him to keep mum. The neighbor was shocked and he agreed to their terms.
What a nice ending, isn’t it? But the story doesn’t end there. The very next day the police came to Anu’s home. A complaint was registered in the police station, with Anu as the prime suspect. The case? Well, it was given that they broke into the neighbor’s house and assaulted him and his family.
Now, this is ENDING!!!!
Let us call him ‘Anu’. He is friend of mine for the past 3 years. He was having some problems with his neighbor about their land. His neighbor had been trying to occupy a portion of his property. He used to resist this and one day he had a row with his neighbor. The neighbor is about 45 years old and my friend is 23. They engaged in a little fist fight and the neighbor got hurt, but just a little.
This neighbor is having two sons. Since they are almost of the same age as my friend they obviously got angry on him and decided to beat him up. Knowing about their intention, my friend went to another friend’s home and spent the night there. This other friend is of a cut and right type. Anu asked him for help. He wanted the other to go with him for a compromise talk. The other friend called some of his friends and they all went to Anu’s neighbor’s place.
They were welcomed and made to sit as some of them were mutual friends with Anu and his neighbor. They talked for some time. The compromise convoy asked the neighbor to go easy on Anu. They told him as Anu is a small boy and a very good lad he should be spared of the revenge being planned by the rival boys.
Since it was them who went for the compromise they had to keep silent for some time when the neighbor started talking. He spoke like he was the supreme power when it came to the issue. And after some time the main man in the compromise convoy lost his control and out of the temper he slapped the neighbor on both cheeks and asked him to keep mum. The neighbor was shocked and he agreed to their terms.
What a nice ending, isn’t it? But the story doesn’t end there. The very next day the police came to Anu’s home. A complaint was registered in the police station, with Anu as the prime suspect. The case? Well, it was given that they broke into the neighbor’s house and assaulted him and his family.
Now, this is ENDING!!!!
Jun 12, 2009
Death of a soul I have known
I have something to share with you. Not about what we were [well, I had been] talking about. Not the usual stuff.
It’s about the death of someone I knew for about 22 years. He saw me growing up.
‘Sanu’. It was his name. He ran a stationary store alongside a flour mill, near my home, with his brother. He was about my father’s age. I think he was my father’s classmate. And he died on 6th of June.
There is a gang, and I know all members in that, who are thick friends and they used to come together in the night, every day, and drink. I believe you understood what I meant when I said they drink. Yes, they are a bunch of alcoholics. They used to bid farewell by 9’o clock every night and go to home to sleep. Some of them are having sound monetary background and they pay for the booze. I know one man in that group who is married and is father to a cute, little girl and has no job to support his family. He has some things going on in this catering group from where he can hardly earn some money to get three meals in a day. But he used to get stoned every day. Thank his friends. And his family has no problem in getting their nutrition. His wife has a considerable job and his mother receives pension of his late father.
Mr. Sanu was a member of this gang. He used to put a lot of money to buy booze for himself and his friends. He never disappointed them. They used to have a lot of fun. He was unmarried and had no other concern other than for getting drunk. He was drunk the day he died.
He was returning home that day, and the time was past 9.30p.m. He told his friends that they would meet next day. He was riding his bike, a Hero Honda 100SS machine. He took the usual route and was sure about the road. He knew everything about that road, except that there is his angel of death waiting for him. There was a spot where there are no street lights. You may ask, what is there for a guy riding his motor bike to deal with street lights. Well, there is something.
This public transport bus was on its last trip from Vaikom to Cherthala, a place in Alappuzha district of Kerala state. The driver was feeling sleepy and the ticket collector was tired of the day’s work. There was no major traffic in the route at that time of day and so they sped to the destination.
Mr. Sanu and this bus reached the blind spot at the same time and most probably it was the last thing Mr. Sanu saw in his worldly living tenure. Am not exactly sure about what happened there. Probably the bus driver dozed off or Sanu lost control. Either way his bike slammed on to the center part of the bus and his coat got stuck on the bus. It dragged his almost 50 feet and then he was thrown aside. The bus driver did or didn’t notice the impact and drove off leaving Sanu to his fate. No one nearby noticed and because of the darkness nothing could be seen easily. He was lying there and about half an hour after a passerby noticed the bike lying there at the other side of the road. Then Sanu was taken to a hospital but of no use. He was already dead. No major wounds. Only some bruises when he was dragged by the bus. Probably he landed head first to the ground. Anyways, his soul left his body at that night.
My father called me up in the night. I was at my uncle’s where there was this ritual going on. I woke up and answered the phone call. My father told me about the incident. They were not sure about what vehicle hit him.
The next day his funeral was conducted. I couldn’t attend that. When his brother met my mom at the funeral he asked her where I was. She was told Sanu liked me very much. He was always sympathetic towards me when I was a kid, because my father used to beat me up on the simplest of things. He always said ‘there is no need to beat up this kid. He is going to become a good man one day!’ I felt sorry that I couldn’t go for the funeral.
The bus crew surrendered in the Vaikom Police station the next day. They said the hit someone on their last trip on 6th of June. They were not sure who was hit. I was thinking what if they checked at the time of incident. They could have saved a life. At least they could have taken his body to the hospital rather than leaving him on that street with no one to attend him.
He was a friend, to me and my family. He was a good human being except for his love to alcohol and arrogance to rivals. There weren’t many rivals to him as he was always caring and soft-spoken. He was little bit bulky and we used to make fun of him. When thinking of the fact that Mr. Sanu is no more, I feel sorry for me, his friends and family.
A good man has lived, laughed, made others laugh and died.
One little comment to make -
"You can drink. But never drink too much that you become addicted to it."
It’s about the death of someone I knew for about 22 years. He saw me growing up.
‘Sanu’. It was his name. He ran a stationary store alongside a flour mill, near my home, with his brother. He was about my father’s age. I think he was my father’s classmate. And he died on 6th of June.
There is a gang, and I know all members in that, who are thick friends and they used to come together in the night, every day, and drink. I believe you understood what I meant when I said they drink. Yes, they are a bunch of alcoholics. They used to bid farewell by 9’o clock every night and go to home to sleep. Some of them are having sound monetary background and they pay for the booze. I know one man in that group who is married and is father to a cute, little girl and has no job to support his family. He has some things going on in this catering group from where he can hardly earn some money to get three meals in a day. But he used to get stoned every day. Thank his friends. And his family has no problem in getting their nutrition. His wife has a considerable job and his mother receives pension of his late father.
Mr. Sanu was a member of this gang. He used to put a lot of money to buy booze for himself and his friends. He never disappointed them. They used to have a lot of fun. He was unmarried and had no other concern other than for getting drunk. He was drunk the day he died.
He was returning home that day, and the time was past 9.30p.m. He told his friends that they would meet next day. He was riding his bike, a Hero Honda 100SS machine. He took the usual route and was sure about the road. He knew everything about that road, except that there is his angel of death waiting for him. There was a spot where there are no street lights. You may ask, what is there for a guy riding his motor bike to deal with street lights. Well, there is something.
This public transport bus was on its last trip from Vaikom to Cherthala, a place in Alappuzha district of Kerala state. The driver was feeling sleepy and the ticket collector was tired of the day’s work. There was no major traffic in the route at that time of day and so they sped to the destination.
Mr. Sanu and this bus reached the blind spot at the same time and most probably it was the last thing Mr. Sanu saw in his worldly living tenure. Am not exactly sure about what happened there. Probably the bus driver dozed off or Sanu lost control. Either way his bike slammed on to the center part of the bus and his coat got stuck on the bus. It dragged his almost 50 feet and then he was thrown aside. The bus driver did or didn’t notice the impact and drove off leaving Sanu to his fate. No one nearby noticed and because of the darkness nothing could be seen easily. He was lying there and about half an hour after a passerby noticed the bike lying there at the other side of the road. Then Sanu was taken to a hospital but of no use. He was already dead. No major wounds. Only some bruises when he was dragged by the bus. Probably he landed head first to the ground. Anyways, his soul left his body at that night.
My father called me up in the night. I was at my uncle’s where there was this ritual going on. I woke up and answered the phone call. My father told me about the incident. They were not sure about what vehicle hit him.
The next day his funeral was conducted. I couldn’t attend that. When his brother met my mom at the funeral he asked her where I was. She was told Sanu liked me very much. He was always sympathetic towards me when I was a kid, because my father used to beat me up on the simplest of things. He always said ‘there is no need to beat up this kid. He is going to become a good man one day!’ I felt sorry that I couldn’t go for the funeral.
The bus crew surrendered in the Vaikom Police station the next day. They said the hit someone on their last trip on 6th of June. They were not sure who was hit. I was thinking what if they checked at the time of incident. They could have saved a life. At least they could have taken his body to the hospital rather than leaving him on that street with no one to attend him.
He was a friend, to me and my family. He was a good human being except for his love to alcohol and arrogance to rivals. There weren’t many rivals to him as he was always caring and soft-spoken. He was little bit bulky and we used to make fun of him. When thinking of the fact that Mr. Sanu is no more, I feel sorry for me, his friends and family.
A good man has lived, laughed, made others laugh and died.
One little comment to make -
"You can drink. But never drink too much that you become addicted to it."
Jun 11, 2009
'Lazyism'
So… what do you think? So far what have you understood from my past posts? Kindly tell me.
Now, we will return to my accounts of ‘lazyism’! [Well, I coined this word. With all other ‘ism’s in this world I am giving you one more option. After all it won’t hurt to introduce something new, will it? And can boast about this!:)]
What would you call a man who sleeps on the couch when he has a cot 6ft long and a foam bed on it sleep on? Yes! Guess so! When am home I sleep on the couch simply because I can’t make my bed. And its lot easier to sleep in the common room where I can go to sleep while watching television and there is no need to clean up my bed! My mom wakes me up in the morning and asks me to go to my room and sleep. And then I find refuge in my brother’s room, in his bed who has already got woken up by mom and has cleaned his bed. How nice?! Isn’t it?
So you might ask me what I do when am at hostel. Yeah, there I would have to do it myself :(. (What? You asking me what that sudden current of air that smells roasted egg eaten yesterday was? Is it real bad? You must have smelled my sigh. Sorry, I haven’t brushed my teeth! I leave it for you to guess for how many days.:))
Oh boy! I feel pity for myself. Now am watching a Tamil movie in television, with my father and brother. All that dance, fight, politics, blah blah thing. Am stuck here, in front of this television. And sometimes he puts Animal Planet! Wow!..
Alright, we will come back to what we were talking. So is this laziness going to help me get somewhere, where I can say I have achieved something with this life? No, obviously not. Why is it so obvious? Because, otherwise it would be like sitting in a toilet with no toilet paper or water! I don’t want others to smell my poop! So I should do what we have to do what helps me to get there. God help me!....
Take care, folks. See you tomorrow.
Now, we will return to my accounts of ‘lazyism’! [Well, I coined this word. With all other ‘ism’s in this world I am giving you one more option. After all it won’t hurt to introduce something new, will it? And can boast about this!:)]
What would you call a man who sleeps on the couch when he has a cot 6ft long and a foam bed on it sleep on? Yes! Guess so! When am home I sleep on the couch simply because I can’t make my bed. And its lot easier to sleep in the common room where I can go to sleep while watching television and there is no need to clean up my bed! My mom wakes me up in the morning and asks me to go to my room and sleep. And then I find refuge in my brother’s room, in his bed who has already got woken up by mom and has cleaned his bed. How nice?! Isn’t it?
So you might ask me what I do when am at hostel. Yeah, there I would have to do it myself :(. (What? You asking me what that sudden current of air that smells roasted egg eaten yesterday was? Is it real bad? You must have smelled my sigh. Sorry, I haven’t brushed my teeth! I leave it for you to guess for how many days.:))
Oh boy! I feel pity for myself. Now am watching a Tamil movie in television, with my father and brother. All that dance, fight, politics, blah blah thing. Am stuck here, in front of this television. And sometimes he puts Animal Planet! Wow!..
Alright, we will come back to what we were talking. So is this laziness going to help me get somewhere, where I can say I have achieved something with this life? No, obviously not. Why is it so obvious? Because, otherwise it would be like sitting in a toilet with no toilet paper or water! I don’t want others to smell my poop! So I should do what we have to do what helps me to get there. God help me!....
Take care, folks. See you tomorrow.
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