rain rain go away

Varuna bhagavan is working overtime here. It’s been raining cats and dogs – no, gundarici here in Kochi. Someone ask him to stop this nuisance. We get drenched no matter whether we use an umbrella or not. Riding a bike in the rain is dangerous, with numerous potholes decorating the roads, not to mention the friendly bus driver :-) who is ready to send us lords abode everytime we step on to the roads. Walking on the roads here in Kochi requires pin point accuracy in jumping over potholes, alertness, eyes on the back of your head, ability to forecast one’s future and decide whether to venture into roads or not? Since I am bad in most of this it is difficult time for me. I have to keep looking backwards while being clear that there is no speeding lorry coming on the wrong side towards me. With such precautions we disappoint the drivers of Kochi every single time. As a further improvement we propose to use safety helmets for walking on the road and microcontroller based safety shoes which transport us to a safe location if a oncoming vehicle is too close for comfort by giving us the jump of our lives – jump to save our lives rather.


My umbrella is broken. The umbrella is the most important thing a person needs in kerala throughout the year—the more important if you don’t have a spare set of clothes for tomorrow. You wouldn’t realize how important an umbrella is unless you are stuck in kerala rain with no spare clothes at home, no umbrella and you are waiting for a bus which wont stop unless the driver sees you at the stop (where there is no shelter nearby from the rain, the only shelter is some 50 meters away from the direct sight of the road).. hows that for a curse. My umbrella got broken two weeks back, and normally I should have got it repaired by now, but these are not normal situations, since my umbrella is broken I couldn’t travel the 100 meters to the umbrella repair shop across the road on weekends since it rained heavily throughout the day ( atleast when I was awake). And on weekdays, the shop is closed when I reach the place at 6:45pm according to the strict rules and regulations of the region (when medical shops close at 8 why cant umbrella shops close at 6:30 ?? ). So even after two weeks when I have tried to get the umbrella repaired a number of times (it is once) it is still not in a working state. Even today morning when it was raining heavily, I had to manually hold my umbrella in a umbrella like position to keep away the rain. I have a long distance to travel today …. Bon voyage to me ..

blue green yellow and "tcsh .... "

Added later … this railways website never works here. Today it is unimaginably slow, this is the umpteenth time I have been trying to login, the home page never loads. Maybe today is one of those days when nothing works. But the problem I am having mostly such days only there are never any normal days here. Where is normalcy in this place? Everything is abnormal here, right from my arm length bitter gourd to gundu rice everything here is one (sorry ten) sizes big. One would forget how small vegetables are when one lives here for an extended period of time. Living here I have an important lesson in life, no matter what people tell you, no matter how much one is ready to pay you, if you have lost interest in life want, want to roam around coconut trees with nothing to do in life, die peacefully drenched in rain this is the place for you guys you can come here. Tourists are welcome here anyday anytime. Hospitability is something they think you get in hospitals ignorant souls that they are. I take this opportunity to tell them that hospitability is not a medicine or an injection you get in hospitals but is a character of which India is famous of throughout the world. “tcsh .. … tcsh ….” No that is not a tc shell prompt but that is how you would be called here. They don’t confuse with names or titles here, it is a simple culture where elders, youngsters, ladies, gay people are referred to as “tchsh …..”
(pronounce it as hiss ..) it is something a king cobra would be proud of.


Having moved into a new building, I am surrounded by colours. If there was something called interior designing then the person who designed this must have always bunked that class and went for a movie. How can people have such worse tastes? Now look at my cubicle – one wall is purple, the second is black and the third one is chrome yellow and to top it all the wall is yellow colour. Yuck !! If I was in a better mood then maybe I would have liked this colour but today is not that day … today is one more day of disappointments. One more day which proves why I don’t like this state or its people very much. “Interestingly, a significantly large proportion of Indians in NASA are people from this state” .. a board in infopark boasts, doing what ? I ask – do they do what vadivel does in dubai. Guess so. That’s my personal opinion a highly prejudiced opinion in that. A state which celebrates the return of its rakshash king every year. Boasts of its great special meal. I am trying to book a ticket online. The internet connection is really slow, as always here. My dial up connection is faster than this. Common sense prevailed in choosing where to put the plugpoints and they have placed it on top unlike the previous place where the plugs were under the table and everytime one had to bend down, go beneath the table and plug the charger in. And the toilets are comparable to those in cinema theatres, the mirror is placed is such an awkward place it is convenient place for gay men to enjoy the view. Atleast I have got back my song collections to listen to. Let me listen to kaise hai ye ruth from dil chahta hai …

It does not matter what dil chahtha hai but what matters is only what purse ke andhar kya hai … and the pantry is one kilometer away. The stairs is closed and only one lift works .. what do they expect us to do ? if there was a sudden fire accident here in this place, I would all of us have to run to the stairs at the back of the building to run away. Till then probably agni god would be munching on his sandwich.
Talking of my (our future here in this wonderful place) .. we have a bright future awaiting us… as bright as the wall in front of me

Here it goes

India is such a vast country with numerous cultures and their own respective festivals which they celebrate in their own grand way. May because of my inherent prejudice or some facts which I came to know over the past one year made me – a silent person who couldn’t hurt a fly ( tongue in cheek) to become into this – one who puts out his opinions… after reading this there will be some people who disagree and some who agree. For those who agree ( I already know their names as they will be only a handful ) I invite them to join the bashing.. for those who do not agree I would invite them to join the bashing too, as it would provide another view point which we are ready to oppose.

This is regarding an article I read in paper today. If it wasn’t for this article this blog would have never come, so I take this opportunity to thank whoever wrote that article. I have been looking for such a topic for months. Once in a year people eat what we eat throughout the year. For them it is a festival and the meal is a special meal. The article says that in no other culture or festival is such an elaborate meal prepared! My heart goes out to these poor souls. Little did they realize that right across their state boundaries people have these as their lunch everyday of the year. I guess they are really so much good mannered that they don’t even see what the person next to them is eating. It is really sad that even in this modern age where information spreads like fire, there are such ignorant people… :( ohh how sssaaadd ..
…. the author sheds some tears here after witnessing how naïve people are … . :( …. ……………..

let us all maintain a one minute silence to pay homage to these poor souls …..
Oh god, the kind hearted you are , oh benevolent one, inki raksha kar …

“ham bhagvan se prarthana karthe hain”
Om nama shivaya …
Hare Krishna hare Krishna Krishna Krishna hare hare
Hare rama hare rama, rama rama hare hare
Swamiyee saranam aiyappa
Sotram sotram aandavare …
Allah … mein dua kartha huun


now that the bullshit is over lets get down to business … the courage these people have to put up such articles.. to quote one “it is supposed to the most elaborate and grand meal prepared by any civilization or culture in the world.” The article was put up by a person who has been living in chennai for the past ten years. One could only imagine how naïve he was. I am going to visit all the holy places in India starting from rameshwaram, haridwar, kasi etc. We should ramp up these people. What would you suggest? I am looking at starting a channel especially for such unfortunate people, the channel would show what people in India have for their lunch. Ignorance must be abolished. “kaala akshar bhains baraabar” is a famous saying in hindi. I don’t know if the situation matches to the saying but that is the only saying I could remember. Let us celebrate this grand occasion.

Vande maataram.