Months have passed since an entry was made here. There were so many things to blog about like our Christmas Celebrations, the QBurst Day celebrations and much more. But then, how could a person as lazy as me update frequently ;)... Anyways, rite now, this is Jo blogging from the Garden City of India, B'lore. To be short and sweet, this is just the alpha of my twp-day trip and there is not much to update for the time being. Just a sec, yes I do have some updates.
I had planned this trip over a whimsical feeling of running away from trivandrum city. Seems like the city is starting to bore, or maybe it's because one of my pillars of support, Sundar, has been away for the past month for training. The dude's got a job as Sorting Assistant in RMS and the best thing is that he's still boozes and smokes, yet he's the class topper. Well leaving that aside, I called Chinju, a.k.a Vishku a.k.a Vivek, a few weeks back when this idea germinated in my mind. He had a weeding, err... wedding last week to attend last week and so the trip had to be postponed for this week. The tickets were booked last monday and here I am, on a Saturday @ Chinju's place. Dude's pretty tired after a session of late night browsing and so is sleeping for the time being. About the journey, it wasn't a drab one but neither that interesting. However the excitement of travelling via bus for such long distance after a gap of around 3 yrs, i think, was enough to keep me in high spirits. We started of from Music College,Thycaud at around 7pm Friday. The fun part is my journey from office to the stop. Anoop Nair, my friend cum driver cum chatbox cum joker cum...., was the one responsible for all the adrenaline shots. He's such a nice driver when it comes to cars but on the bike, he's a speed fiend. But then, comparing to Srijith, he's just a normal biker. Anyways, the dude got me from office to my home in under 30 mins, and then dropped me off at Music College in 15 mins. The escapades while driving are worth a blog entry themselves btu I gonna limit it to just a mention ;). On reaching Thycaud, there was Prabodh from my previous btach Mech. The dude resigned from Accenture and is currently a Customs SI. Just that I was on my to B'lore and he to Chennai with the same aim, meeting friends :D.
After he left, since his bus was 6:30, I called up the Travels and they pointed me to the place where the bus was parked. I got to the place but not before a small wild goose chase around the area. I was just in time, as the driver had brought the bus to the front of the road. While waiting for the bus to start, I called up my friends in B'lore announcing my arrival :). And soon after began the journey.
The seats were good but I was a bit afraid that I would break those levers on which the seats were to be tilted. Thankfully, nothing of that sort happened and after 12 hours of journey, I reach B'lore. Woke up Chinju twice to know how I could reach his place. After I landed, had a cup of tea which, to say the least, was good and then had a 2 min walk to the Hanuman Temple. From there, a small bylane and a left turn was needed to meet up Chinju. Chinju's gone slim, I think, but still he's the same freak who's been with me for the last 16 yrs. Anyways, that ends the current description of my situation till now.
Adios for now,
This is Jo...
Signing off.
2/19/2011
11/06/2010
A late Diwali gift
Hiya peeps,
A chinna break from blogging, thanx to my laziness and tensions around ;)... Anyhow, now that I'm back to business, let me just jot down today's experiences. First of all, a million thanks to Karthik and Anooj for today's gift. We, guys/gals @ QBurst, have started a small social initiative called "It's My Duty". Just a small way to fulfil atleast some of our social responsibilties. Just to quote from the group's motto..
Anyhow, so Anooj and Karthik went back and got those cans yesterday night itself. Well, I come into play only today. We had already planned to come here on Saturday and so early morning, I called up Matt, our own Mathew the Polapist, from my project team. He gave me the directions to the place. We were all supposed to reach there in between 10-10:30, but then how can anyone be on time. So by the time the whole team had assembled, it was past 11:30. In between, we had those cans wiped up and filled it with some sweets. Next in line was giving it to the folks @ Care Home. There are around 100 members there. A few of them were out when we reached. So we gathered up the cans and made our way to the main hall. The place seemed so out of life, all dark and deary. But the location is too good, away from the hustle-bustle of the city with only the occasional airplane landing and taking-off. So they, the people of Care Home, were all gathered and waiting for us. And we were waiting for a few more team members to arrive. After a few minutes, we decided against keeping the old folks from waiting. We all went in and there was a small prayer by one of the inmates. After that, they prayed for us too, thanking us for the initiative. Well frankly speaking, that just made the day for most of us. To receive blessings from elderly persons is one of the greatest gifts. Then we started distributing the cans among them, first among those present in the hall and then to those who couldn't get up and come there. Going through all those rooms was disturbing, to say the least. People with no hope left, bitter from the experience that the world has handed out to them.
In the words of Anoop Nair, "Ivarde makkale onnu kittiyirengil"...
So after spending roughly an hour with them, we all left for our respective homes. And here lies the synopsis of today ;)
An update to the post:
Here's the link for the snaps that we took on that day ;)
http://picasaweb.google.com/gullukhanasgar/Itsmyduty6112010
This is Jo signing off,
Adios for now
A chinna break from blogging, thanx to my laziness and tensions around ;)... Anyhow, now that I'm back to business, let me just jot down today's experiences. First of all, a million thanks to Karthik and Anooj for today's gift. We, guys/gals @ QBurst, have started a small social initiative called "It's My Duty". Just a small way to fulfil atleast some of our social responsibilties. Just to quote from the group's motto..
'Itsmyduty' is an initiative which is being launched by QBurst employees. The aim of 'ItsmyDuty' is to extend some help to the under-privileged people around us. This is not an NGO or any charitable trust. This is a group of young professionals, who wish to give something back to the society in the most simple and possible way.Today was it's first Day of Action. Literally, that would be false as we have been going over this again and again for the last few weeks. Leaving that aside, the plan for today was to help out the folks @ Care Home(http://bit.ly/amM2Pv). Yesterday, a few of us went over there for the initial preparation of how we would be helping out. Reaching there, we came to know that most of the inmates get clothes and medicines on regular basis from social groups. They did tell us that some Infy people used to provide medicines and food on a regular basis. So for the time being, only thing that would have helped was a thook-paathram, a small can with cover. These people used to take plastic mugs to get tea. Imagine, you or me drinking tea from a plastic mug ? That's what those people live through at times.
Anyhow, so Anooj and Karthik went back and got those cans yesterday night itself. Well, I come into play only today. We had already planned to come here on Saturday and so early morning, I called up Matt, our own Mathew the Polapist, from my project team. He gave me the directions to the place. We were all supposed to reach there in between 10-10:30, but then how can anyone be on time. So by the time the whole team had assembled, it was past 11:30. In between, we had those cans wiped up and filled it with some sweets. Next in line was giving it to the folks @ Care Home. There are around 100 members there. A few of them were out when we reached. So we gathered up the cans and made our way to the main hall. The place seemed so out of life, all dark and deary. But the location is too good, away from the hustle-bustle of the city with only the occasional airplane landing and taking-off. So they, the people of Care Home, were all gathered and waiting for us. And we were waiting for a few more team members to arrive. After a few minutes, we decided against keeping the old folks from waiting. We all went in and there was a small prayer by one of the inmates. After that, they prayed for us too, thanking us for the initiative. Well frankly speaking, that just made the day for most of us. To receive blessings from elderly persons is one of the greatest gifts. Then we started distributing the cans among them, first among those present in the hall and then to those who couldn't get up and come there. Going through all those rooms was disturbing, to say the least. People with no hope left, bitter from the experience that the world has handed out to them.
In the words of Anoop Nair, "Ivarde makkale onnu kittiyirengil"...
So after spending roughly an hour with them, we all left for our respective homes. And here lies the synopsis of today ;)
An update to the post:
Here's the link for the snaps that we took on that day ;)
http://picasaweb.google.com/gullukhanasgar/Itsmyduty6112010
This is Jo signing off,
Adios for now
10/21/2010
Token of a tear-drop
Something that came out yesterday without any particular rhyme or reason:
A thousand words flow thru my mind now,
Some of them good, other worser than anything.
All these pent up feelings will have to come out,
Praying that it doesn't blow at the wrong time.
I haven't heard my thoughts clearly for long,
My desires, buried behind a cloak of sociality,
Never thought a wound of heart would hurt so much,
Far easier to bear those on the skin.
My sight turns to her without rhyme,
Like a sunflower that follows the sun.
Distances would deepen the chasm between,
How foolish of me to think so.
Love pains the heart,
But the thoughts of her make them bearable.
Thinking of this as infatuation,
Is like equating a torrent to a drizzle.
The bounds that hold me are weaking,
Yet I fear the faltering.
Feeding my ego as a safeguard,
Yet the sight of her bring it down to her knees.
This pain inside me is maddening,
The misery so sickening,
The mere sight of her gives me weak knees,
I want to forget, i want to smile.
Not the hollow smile that I have these days,
But a heart-felt laugh at my self.
Words show me the way out,
The heart does not want to hear.
Stuck in this prison of self-captivity,
I can't let go of her thoughts.
It hurts, it falls,
My eyes well up, yet tears are not seen.
9/14/2010
Travails in KelaLand
Hiya guys,
Over the last few months, it's been kinda hectic in one sense and yet bland to some extent. So there wasn't much to blog about. But then, no use keeping a blog if there aren't any posts :).. This post is actually a short story, maybe a wee- bit long, that I made up yesterday.
Welcome to KelaLand, the land of bananas and monkeys. This is one of the most happening cities in the jungle of Keberia. Even though KelaLand has gone thru quite some turmoil, it still is a peaceful place where monkeys eat their bananas without fear. However over the years, a few greedy monkeys became dominant and they established a so-called "democratic" style of government. But at present, there are so many factions in the government that the monkeys have started to play "Group-Group".So there are quite a few groups like Achutma group, with a banana peeler as their symbol, and the Chandima group with their long fingered bony hand symbol. Presently, Achutma group is in control due their superiority in howling and Chandima group's incompetence.
This is the present situation of KelaLand's governance. But this story isn't about them, it's about a fiasco that has left the inhabitants of KelaLand standing with "tails in their hands". This is happened a few months ago and they are still waiting for the report. KelaLand, as some of you may know, is currently in state of rapid development and growth. So the Achutma group were trying their level best to showcase that. Incidentally, one of the group leader monkey went on to say that they would provide a "high-class" roadway to the common monkey for travel purpose. The monkey, I think he was mentally imbalanced due to a recent fall, made promises that the road would be done within a week. The common monkeys were overjoyed at the thought of enjoying a good travel. Soon the week passed and there was no sign of the so-called "high-class" pathway of commerce. There was however, some signs of progress such as cleaning the sides of the pathway and eviction of monkeys who used to stay on those trees. The week after, however the pathway was filled with branches and travel became impossible. In short, the current state of the "high-class" roadway is deplorable. So the common monkeys went to a PI(Private Investigator) to find out the reasons.
The PI was a cunning fellow who with his "detective"giri found out the reasons in a jiffy. These reasons, however are still classified and top-secret to the common monkeys. This is how the report goes,
This document is still in the hands of the P.I. who's waiting for either groups to come and strike a deal with him.
PS : This is a fictional recreation with no resemblance to the MC Road fiasco near the Nalanchira stretch. All characters are figments of the author's imagination and bear no resemblance to any living and/or dead monkey politicians of Kerala
Over the last few months, it's been kinda hectic in one sense and yet bland to some extent. So there wasn't much to blog about. But then, no use keeping a blog if there aren't any posts :).. This post is actually a short story, maybe a wee- bit long, that I made up yesterday.
Welcome to KelaLand, the land of bananas and monkeys. This is one of the most happening cities in the jungle of Keberia. Even though KelaLand has gone thru quite some turmoil, it still is a peaceful place where monkeys eat their bananas without fear. However over the years, a few greedy monkeys became dominant and they established a so-called "democratic" style of government. But at present, there are so many factions in the government that the monkeys have started to play "Group-Group".So there are quite a few groups like Achutma group, with a banana peeler as their symbol, and the Chandima group with their long fingered bony hand symbol. Presently, Achutma group is in control due their superiority in howling and Chandima group's incompetence.
This is the present situation of KelaLand's governance. But this story isn't about them, it's about a fiasco that has left the inhabitants of KelaLand standing with "tails in their hands". This is happened a few months ago and they are still waiting for the report. KelaLand, as some of you may know, is currently in state of rapid development and growth. So the Achutma group were trying their level best to showcase that. Incidentally, one of the group leader monkey went on to say that they would provide a "high-class" roadway to the common monkey for travel purpose. The monkey, I think he was mentally imbalanced due to a recent fall, made promises that the road would be done within a week. The common monkeys were overjoyed at the thought of enjoying a good travel. Soon the week passed and there was no sign of the so-called "high-class" pathway of commerce. There was however, some signs of progress such as cleaning the sides of the pathway and eviction of monkeys who used to stay on those trees. The week after, however the pathway was filled with branches and travel became impossible. In short, the current state of the "high-class" roadway is deplorable. So the common monkeys went to a PI(Private Investigator) to find out the reasons.
The PI was a cunning fellow who with his "detective"giri found out the reasons in a jiffy. These reasons, however are still classified and top-secret to the common monkeys. This is how the report goes,
On the day of announcement by the ROAD (Road Operations And Development) monkey, he had a fight with his wife. The wife had yelled so much at him that his ear-drums were knocked out. On top of that was the nagging about him being a "good-for-nothing" bugger. There were even taunts of asking him to go drown himself in a pail of water. Seething with anger, the ROAD monkey went over to the nearest bar and had a few "extra-large" pegs of Vodka. On way back to his office after this boozing binge, he slipped and banged his head on a coconut tree. All the coconuts fell one after the other on his already reeling head. A few stars and a small blackout, our poor monkey was up again. But his way of walking wasn't ready yet and so like a whirlwind, our poor monkey went round and round in spirals. In the course of this dramatic journey, he came across "many" bumps over which he stumbled and fumbled onto his office. The "many" bumps in reality was just 2-3 bumps which, due the circular motion of our monkey's movement, was encountered again and again. He got a light-bulb as how to impress his wife. So in his state of delirium, he made the announcement that road would be made "high-class".
The next day, the poor ROAD monkey came to his senses and noticed the "many" bumps that he saw yesterday. But due to pride and honor, he wanted to do a grand job. So he ordered his staff to start expanding the roadway too. They dutifully carried out his orders until one fine day, the wife, with regret over her outburst, patched up with the ROAD monkey. Happy at having regained his wife's love, he ordered all work to stop.
The branches mystery is as follows:
The Chandima group had seen how the ROAD monkey was trying to make a "high-class" roadway but they couldn't just let that happen. So they conspired with Hyenas to create obstructions to the development. All the trees that had been cleared as a part of the road widening exercise were dragged back onto the roadway. The Chandima group had not been aware that the work had stopped for almost a week. So what happened was that, the "high-class" roadway became a "low-class" roadway which is unusable at present.
This document is still in the hands of the P.I. who's waiting for either groups to come and strike a deal with him.
PS : This is a fictional recreation with no resemblance to the MC Road fiasco near the Nalanchira stretch. All characters are figments of the author's imagination and bear no resemblance to any living and/or dead monkey politicians of Kerala
7/10/2010
Rantings of the devil's mind
Na jaane is dil mein kya armaan hai, jo chainse mujhe sone na de. Aapki ki yaad hai ya meri nighahoon ki talaash hai, jo mere dil ko itni bebas kar gayi. Agar aap yeh sun paaye to zaraa gaur karna in lafzon par. Yaar hamne kai banaye, dildaar par ek bhi nahi. Kuch lamhe aapke paas baithe rehe, par itne kam teh woh ki hum aaj bhi taraste rahe. Shayad hamne ishq na kiya aapse, par kwahish yahi thi ki aap ko koi dard na de. Iss kadr aapko sambhalna chaha ki palko mein aasu na aaye. Hame wafa jataana nahi aata kyun yeh hamaari fitrat nahi ki har doosre par isse qurbaan kar chale. Tamanaa thi ki aapko yeh jahaan dikhaye, kuch hamaari nazronse aur kuch aapke lafzonse. Is dil ki kashish kyun aapko bataye, phir dard kahin aape na chaye. Hamne lakh ki koshish is baat ko yehin dafan karne ki, par kambhakt yeh dil maanta hi nahi. To likh pade yeh farmaan aapke naam ki, yeh soch kar ki shayad dard kuch kam ho.
Have I ever been in love ? Why do I need to ask this F*#%@!# question, i don't know. Maybe I have never fallen in love in the first place. Never felt the pain of waiting for her, never felt the excitement while talking to her, never felt the rush of blood when near her, never felt those weak knees when she was looking, never felt the ecstasy of smelling her perfume in a crowd, never felt the soft feeling of caring for her, never felt the anxiety of worrying for her, never felt the wild sweep of blood when she was hurt, never felt the tenderly care when she needed me most, never felt so foolish when i stumbled near her, never felt the pride when she was there by my side, never felt the pain when she left me standing there all alone.
What a F^$@$%$%^, lame post on love !!
Have I ever been in love ? Why do I need to ask this F*#%@!# question, i don't know. Maybe I have never fallen in love in the first place. Never felt the pain of waiting for her, never felt the excitement while talking to her, never felt the rush of blood when near her, never felt those weak knees when she was looking, never felt the ecstasy of smelling her perfume in a crowd, never felt the soft feeling of caring for her, never felt the anxiety of worrying for her, never felt the wild sweep of blood when she was hurt, never felt the tenderly care when she needed me most, never felt so foolish when i stumbled near her, never felt the pride when she was there by my side, never felt the pain when she left me standing there all alone.
What a F^$@$%$%^, lame post on love !!
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