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A literally short love story : Short Story in English

2012-02-19T14:08:00.001+05:30

“Baby I am addicted, I am out of control”

Enrique was in his fullest in this song. I love his songs, taking the last sip of the mocktail I blabbered to my friends. All of them were quiet tight and of course they are in a state to accept anything. I smiled to myself. The blue ambience of the sports bar seems to be quiet magnetic.

“Hey it’s time to go. Guys you are forgetting the fact that you guys got a home and you need to reach there”. It was a treat from my friend who completed 5 years in my company. Great, they seems to have realised the fact that they need to travel back home. I got up and walked towards my car.

“Where the hell did I parked it?” The buzzer is not working for quite some time. Finally I got the parking spot. When I was about to step into the car I saw a purse lying down. Is that a plot?? Boy, don’t you dare to look into that. I imagined a group of cameras covering me saying I was made a fool or It might also be a attention diverter. Anyways I took it and I found few cards, a driving license and a PAN card.

Reshma Sharma, luckily her phone number was there in the visiting card. Should I call her? Common you should call her. How long you will stay single after a breakup. But this is tricky; she seems to be working in Hyderabad. But why am I thinking about a relationship with a strange girl. I think all bachelor guys like me who am single would feel the same. They will always visualize any pretty girl to be a girlfriend. Okie what now, are you going to call her. May be she might be around, I took the phone and called the number.

“Reshma Here”

“Hi, I am Jino. I got your purse, it has some cards, your DL and PAN card”

“Thank God, Thanks a lot for calling. I came there for a marriage. I got back into the train. Will it be possible to send it as a courier?

“Ok, I will do that”

While driving back I realised that I was mourning like a huge tragedy happened in my life. This was a good change. Next day I mailed her all the details including the courier docket number. Within seconds I got a chat invite in my Gtalk. I accepted it and next second I got a hello from her. We continued our chatting for days. She was really interesting and my days started running very fast. I was flying in cloud nine. I think I should propose her before I need to see her how she look. The photo in her PAN card was not visible much.

“Hi” I pinged her. “Are you in facebook?”

“Yes, give me your ID”

I replied,” Search Jino Manjil”

“Yes, I see you here and I have added you as my friend”

I logged in to my facebook. She is pretty. Our calls continued till night. We had topics from software to sex. Soon our topics died and we started arguing for every silly reason and one fine day I got a text from her

“I am not interested in this relationship”. I wondered, but I knew it would end like this.

“Can I call you”. I didn’t get any response for her. I pinged her in Gtalk.

It replied “The person you pinged is offline and can't receive messages right now”

Ekanthatha - Malayalam Poem on Loneliness

2012-02-15T20:51:00.001+05:30

Mauna mee veena thanthrikal pole
Innente hrithedam thudippu nirthi
Doore akannu poyi aankili engo
Paavam aval ekeyay kathirunnu

Venalum vannu poyi, varshavum vannu poyi,
Nombarangal mathram poyathilla,
Ithrayum sundharam e prakrithi enkilum,
Sathyamo mithyayo polum thiricharinjeela.

Orthaval thante prana naadhan
adyamay thannoru chumbanam,
Kalla pinnakkum, melle enakkavum,
Orthu chirichaval, vidhumpumpozhum.

Kaalam ere kadannu poyi,
Venalum varshavum vannu poyi,
Deshadana kilikal thirike vannu,
Vannathilla than praneshwaran matram,

Arodum chollanillathe orunal,
Areyum kathu nilkuvan akathe
Than jeevane nalki avanay,
Paavama penkili mrithyuvine varichu.

Dishayariyathe - Malayalam Poem

2012-01-28T18:16:00.001+05:30

Arkko vendi janichor nammal
Arokkeyo aakan kothichor nammal
Vijanam e nagaramake vijanam
Uzhalukayanivide dishayariyathe..

Kandu marannavar, kettu marannavar,
Lakshangal undenkilum
Oru chan vayarinu vendi nyan innum
Uzhalukayanivide dishayariyathe..

Venchamaram veeshan thozhimarilla,

Venkotta kuda choodan arumilla,
Kannane kanuvan chellunna velayil
Ambalathil polum arumilla.

Kaalam maraikkatha ormakalundo,
Kashinu meethe swapnam parakkumo,
Ayiram jeevithangal polinju pokumpozhum,

Ormakalumay nyan veendum nadakkunnu

Oru kari mottinte - Lyrics : song of the week

2012-01-28T17:40:00.003+05:30

ലളിത ഗാനങ്ങള്‍ ഓര്‍ക്കുനുണ്ടോ? ഇല്ലെങ്കില്‍ ഒരു സുന്ദര ഗാനം

oru kari mottinte kadhayanu nee

oru veena poovinte kadhayanu njan
oru karalil swapnathin kuliralakal mathram
oru karalin dughathin irulakal mathram

ariyathe annu njan ninne thiranju
azhalinte thennalaayi arikathananju
azhakinte azhake ninnaathmanu ganamen
akathaarin veerpettu ninnu

oru kari mottinte kadhayanu nee
oru veena poovinte kadhayanu njan

madhuara pratheekshayal malar veedu ketti
madhuvundu veenu mayanguken thozhi
iniyente jeevanil pulakangal illa
iniyente venuvil ganangalilla

oru kari mottinte kadhayanu nee
oru veena poovinte kadhayanu ഞാന്‍

Cry of Shadows - Chapter 9

2012-01-27T18:58:00.001+05:30

The cry of the wolves echoed deep inside the forests of Sahyamudi. Moopan and the tribe bid farewell to Neeli, Chennans daughter. Nariyan visibly seemed upset. He was in love with Neeli, but he never got a chance to tell her. He wished to kill Akaleyan and save Neeli but he was helpless, Akaleyan acquired powers through long years of rituals and sacrifices. Nariyan walked with Neeli, both did not talk to each other. Tears were flowing out of Neeli’s eyes. Her end was determined, decided.

Akaleyan saw the light of the fire torch. He saw Neeli walking with Nariyan to his cave.

“Did I ask you to come with her”, he roared at Nariyan.

“It was quiet dark”, Nariyan answered with a trembling voice.

“Don’t you dare to look back, now run”

“Akaleyan, please don’t kill her”. He fell into his feet expecting some mercy from him.

“Thuu” in reply Akaleyan spitted on his face. “Get lost you moron, otherwise I will have to do two sacrifices today”.

Nariyan went back. Akaleyan looked at the girl. She was gorgeous, dark but she reflects the wild beauty of Nature. Her face was round and her eyes resembled those of a Doe.

The interior of the cave was filled with lights and in the ground large pictures (Kalam) were drawn which represent millions of Devas. He believed all his powers were given by these. His major deity was Thrikaleya Bhairavan. Years he had spend in worshipping him and another three more offering on Amavasi day with a virgin woman will help to get rest of his powers.

Akaleyan called Neeli in and asked her to be prepared for the offering. He handed over a red silk cloth and asked her to wear it. He went to the water falls near the cave, he recited the spells aloud. He removed his last attire from the body and took the chill shower all over. The cold water seems to have induced pain in his nerves. He screamed out of pain and still he continued reciting the spells for the black magic He came back into the cave, the tattoos seemed to be reflecting on the lights which were burning.

Neeli wore the silk dress over her body. Akaleyan walked towards her, she was shocked by the appearance of him. Her sound seems to have stuck in the throat She tried screaming, but in vain. Akaleyan came close to her, for the first time she saw a complete man. She felt like she was losing every bit of courage she carried on till now. Akalyan took some water from the pot which was kept near the Homa and poured it on her face. She felt as though a caged bird was flew away from her head. She behaved as a robot who acts on the instructions of Akaleyan. Akaleyan gave her a rope to tie his hands. He took the animal fat along with the spells he poured it into the Homa Kunda.

He untied her silk cloth from her body using his teeth. He bit her hands and dragged her towards the Homa Kunda. His hands were tied, Neeli could have run from that place, but she realized something is stopping her. She was not able to do anything which she wishes.

Akaleyan noticed the curves of Neeli. It was like a river which flows smooth. He admired his choice, he approached her and kissed her deep in her mouth. Both of them crossed their legs and with an overflow of energy he entered into her. They moved in a tone of his spells and finally when they met its end. She crawled out of pain and love and everything was finished.

Akaleyan ordered her to untie his hands and then he dragged Neeli towards Homa Kunda. He took a sharp iron metal which he pierced into her index finger. He then pressed the hand on top of the Homa Kunda and extracted a drop of blood and put it into it. Homa Kunda burned fiercer as if to destroy the whole mankind.

“You can go now” Akaleyan ordered Neeli.

“Where will I go, even if I go my community won’t accept me anymore? I need to stay here with you. I have summoned myself to you”

“No, I am playing with Fire, Leave”

She walked out the cave, she never knew where she is heading to??

Cry of Shadows - Chapter 8

2012-01-27T18:52:00.001+05:30

“Good to see you Jean”, RAW chief was waiting for the trio inside a temporary discussion room created inside the villa.

“We are having a secured Video Conference with your bosses in France”. “This line is completely protected and secured. You three will be taking up this assignment without much of local force support. It is a diplomatic issue, so kindly consider its importance and don’t take anything light. It will cost you”, Chief continued.

They walked into a video conferencing facility. That’s an amazing room, but what surprised him more was it was a complete 3D video conferencing. It is exactly the same way you discuss across the desk and that even without glasses.

“Bonjour Chief”, Jean smiled.

“Don’t feel great Jean, I saw your tweet today. I told you that there should be no location specific tweets. I think it might have made the damage but I warn you. Don’t do that again”

“Sure Chief”

By the time, all of them entered into the room. “Good Morning Gentlemen”

“Good Morning”, they replied.

“I am here to explain one among the most adventurous and secret mission which we do with the support of Indian government”

They were all eagerly waiting for the next statement.

“Recently there had been strange things happening in our countries diplomat community. Many were brutally murdered and French Police don’t even have a clue how this is happening. But later investigations pointed to few common points on each murder. All of them were killed exactly at their birth time. During the investigation we accidently found this strange coincidence, a black magic technique performed in India called “Shadow Killing” were opponents are killed during their birth time. But the strange thing is that the killer needs to be physically present to kill the opponent even through Shadows.

We checked the flight chart to confirm any particular person coming during these days to France. There were quiet a few flights coming from Bangalore, Chennai flying to France and Frankfurt daily and that is nothing less than impossible to catch the killer from this information and we are also not sure if the killer is already inside France.

Though we expected nothing, we posted a special surveillance on the flights coming from India. But to our luck, we found a sharp iron metal carried by the Pilot of Air France from Bangalore and a local guy received it and transferred it to someone in Paris. When we questioned both of them, they knew nothing than a phone call which they received along with some money and this metal. In Paris too, this guy don’t know anything more than a garbage bin where he was asked to keep the parcel. He used to receive the money from the pilot and the pilot is paid in India.

“I have a question, why was Jean asked to come to Kerala. This particular thing could be executed by anyone in India. And you said the pilot got the parcel from Bangalore, the culprit might be in Bangalore or anywhere in India”

“That’s a good question; we traced all the calls received by the pilot. He was tried to contact from several numbers in Kerala.”

“We need to start from Zero. We need to start somewhere. That’s why we send Jean to Kerala. Let’s start from here. In all these discussions one person was left blank on why he was chosen.”

Cry of Shadows - Chapter 7

2012-01-27T18:47:00.002+05:30

Moopan seemed visibly upset. They have never seen him sad before. Even during the brutality forest rangers engulfed them, Moopan stood strong with his people. He arranged separate security for his tribe members. He had an intelligence system of his own. They informed him about the raids for Ghanja plantations, but most of these raids were merely a gimmick for the Media and people in urban area. During these raids his people were tortured ruthlessly as if to identify the source.

Nariyan reached SahyaMudi late evening. Sun was about to set, he was running all the way from the dense forest of Akaleyan. As soon as he reached he went to Moopan.

“Akaleyan disagreed to our request. He wants the virgin girl to reach his place for Amavasya”

“No….” Moopans voice echoed in the forest. “He will have to pay for his mistakes, but we are helpless. He will destroy our entire community. I wish he accept me, I am happy to be killed for my people”

Moopans voice was quiet broken. No way could he continue his words, tears rolled out of his eyes. People around him felt as if the land beneath their foot is eroded. He was the source of inspiration for all of them. They thought he will bring a ray of hope.

Oldest among the community walked forward. “ I am with you Mooppa”.

“I will send my child to him to save my people. I am sure, one day Akaleyan will lose his powers in front of us, but I am scared how many lives he will take to enjoy the privileges he acquire by doing these actions to the deity”

“No, why you should be the first one, Let our deity decide who need to go to Akaleyan tomorrow” Moopan walked towards a small banyan tree.

There was a small idol which was carved with strange symbols. Rest of the idol was covered with a Red Silk. The smoke from incense stick and lights around made the atmosphere sacred but it was visually scary. He took few banyan leaves and marked something in it with the mixture of soot and oil. He shuffled each banyan leaf and placed in front of the deity. He called a small kid to take a leaf.

He took the leaf and read it out, “Chenna, it’s your daughter’s turn. I am sorry”. Chennan felt as he was hit by a lightning. His daughter already fainted. Few women helped her to be carried out into the house. In the chaos no one noticed those few drops of tears which rolled out of a pair of eyes.

Lyrics Ishq Sufiyana - Song of the Week

2012-01-21T13:38:00.000+05:30

Rab Ki Qawali Hai Ishq Koi
Dil Ki Diwani Hai Ishq Koi
Mehki Si Pyali Hai Ishq Koi
Subha Ki Lali Hai Ishq

Girta Sa Jharna Hai Ishq Koi
Uth Ta Sa Kalma Hai Ishq Koi
Saanson Me Lipa Hai Ishq Koi
Ankho Me Dikhta Hai Ishq

Mere Dil Ko Tu Jaan Se Juda Karde
Yun Bas Tu Mujhko Fanah Karde
Mera Haal Tu Meri Chaal Tu
Bas Karde Ashikana
Tere Waste Mera Ishq Sufiyana, Mera Ishq Sufiyana
(2)

Rab Ki Qawali Hai Ishq Koi
Dil Ki Diwani Hai Ishq Koi
Mehki Si Pyali Hai Ishq Koi
Subha Ki Lali Hai Ishq

Sochu Tujhe Toh Hai Subha...
Sochu Tujhe Toh Shaam Hai.
Hooo... Manzilo Pe Ab To Meri...
Ek Hi Tera Naam Hai.
Teri Aag Me Hi Jalti Koyele Se Hira Banke
Khwabo Se Aage Chalke Hai Tujhe Batana.
Tere Waste Mera Ishq Sufiyana, Mera Ishq Sufiyana, Mera Ishq Sufiyana.
(2)

Sath Sath Chalte Chalte Hath Chhut Jayenge
Aisi Raho Me Milo Naa...
Baate Bate Karte Karte Raat Kat Jayegi
Aisi Raaton Me Milo Naa...

Kya Hum Hai Kya Rab Hai
Jaha Tu Hai Wahi Sab Hai
Tere Labh Mile Mere Labh Khile
Ab Dur Kya Hai Jana...

Tere Waste Mera Ishq Sufiyana, Mera Ishq Sufiyana, Mera Ishq Sufiyana
(2)

Tere Waste Mera Ishq Sufiyana, Mera Ishq Sufiyana, Mera Ishq Sufiyana
(2)

Rab Ki Qawali Hai Ishq Koi
Dil Ki Diwani Hai Ishq Koi
Mehki Si Pyali Hai Ishq Koi
Subha Ki Lali Hai Ishq

Mere Dil Ko Tu Jaan Se Juda Karde
Yun Bas Tu Mujhko Fanah Karde
Mera Haal Tu Meri Chaal Tu
Bas Karde Ashikana
Tere Waste Mera Ishq Sufiyana,mera Ishq Sufiyana, Mera Ishq Sufiyana
(2)

Marikkum smrithikal - Poem on Hope

2011-12-05T21:11:00.001+05:30

Suryane chumbicha ekanthatha
en thozhanay maridumpol
Ormakal ennullil vingalay evideyo
tharattu padidunnu

Paksham karinjora pakshi kanakke
en hrithadam pidachirinnu
Oro ravum pakalum ennullil kevalam
mathrakalayirunnu

Unarum nyan e charathil ninnu
oru phoneix paravaye pole
Ulakathe vellum nyan e tholviyil ninnum
orayiram padangal ulkondu.

Kollemcode

2011-12-04T09:45:00.001+05:30

I have listed all my posts related to my village Kollemcode, Kollemcode Temple in this post.

Kollemcode Devi Manthra
Year end trip to kollemcode
Malayalam poem on my village
Thookam - 2008

Videos:

Cry of Shadows - Chapter 6

2011-11-13T11:26:00.001+05:30

Chapter 6

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Jean opened the box. It was a Blackberry. It had a small note in it.

“Your mail services are configured in this Phone and always use this phone to interact with your colleagues in France. All the messages are encrypted and your number is secured from any kind of anonymous interceptions”- Azad.

That was pretty interesting stuff for the gadget freak. He wanted to try Blackberry OS7, as he had heard about the cool features it supports.

"I need to give some rest to my iPhone". He checked the time, it was half past five. He got himself fresh and walked down to the reception. He took his phone and dialed Maria's number.

"Hello Honey, I am here in India"

She was excited to hear his voice. "How was your trip Jean, How is the hotel, how is the place"

As usual thousand question. She’d never let me answer any of her questions one after the other..

"Till now things are pretty good. I will keep you updated, but now I need to keep the phone"

"Hey, Jean Wait let.."

Jean did not allow her to conclude her conversation. He took his blackberry and called Azad. “Azad it’s time for us to meet.”

“Sure Jean, We will come there and we need to go to RAW regional office in Kerala”. The Research and Analysis Wing (R&AW or RAW) is India's external intelligence agency.

Azad and Dhanu reached the hotel. As soon as they entered, both of them saw Jean dressed up and waiting in the reception. They again got back to the vehicle and drove to RAW. Jean took his Tab and tweeted

“In Gods own country..”

Little later the vehicle stopped in front of a plush duplex villa. Azad and Dhanu got down from the car, but Jean still feel surprised. They said they were going to RAW’s office and here in this villa? Azad answered the question as if he read his mind.

“Jean, I told you there won’t be any formalities or routine stuff happening in your investigation. Everything is revamped for your safety and security. We will meet the RAW chief right here. You are welcome to stay here if you feel that the stay at the hotel is boring.”

“Coffee?” Dhanu came with a coffee mug in his hand. They both joined him for the coffee. After 15 minutes Azad got a call

“Hello Azad, RAW chief will be joining you shortly”

Cry of Shadows - Novel : Chapter 5

2011-11-07T19:03:00.005+05:30

Chapter 5

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Idukki is the second largest District of Kerala(the largest being Palakkad). Rugged mountains and forests cover about 97 percent of the total area of the District.

Deep inside the forest, a long dark man was running with a piece of dried leaf in his hand. He reached near a cave and stopped. He was struggling to catch up the breath. He carefully moved inside the cave and walked down the narrow path. On the side of the path there was a shallow stream flowing. He continued running through the path and reached near a pond full of blue lotus. He shouted

“Akaleya”

The sound echoed in the forest “Akaleya.. Akaleya”

After a minute of silence, a thunderous sound of a human being evolved out from the cave near the pond.

“Who is there?”

“This is Nariyan, the Moopan¹ send me to give this ola² to you”

Akaleyan came out of the cave. His body was tattooed with a Snake and a strange animal. He had a strange tattoo on his face tool, a fire spitting dragon. His eyes were painted black and were appearing red as blood, he had a well-built physique. He was six feet three inches tall and had broad shoulders.

“Ok. Give that to me”, He ordered Nariyan. “But you are repeating the same mistake again and again; in this forest you have only one king, it’s me “Akaleyan”. Don’t repeat calling Ananthan as the chief”. He laughed loud; even with low light his long teeth’s were visible as if it is sharpened using a diamond saw.

Nariyan was visibly scared in front of him. He realized his heart seems beating normal than usual. He was waiting for Akaleyan’s response.

“What? How dare he is to disobey my orders?” Akaleyan screamed.

“I won’t kill you but tomorrow Amavasi³ cannot be completed without one among you. I warn you to be here else your kids will meet their ends. I repeat I warn you”, His eyes protruded and became more red and he was shivering with anger.

“Nariyan, tell your chief. His days are counted. He will sacrifice all your lives. Tell him to obey my orders else meet the mighty soon, The Death. Go….!!!”

Nariyan took a huge rock and hit akaleyan on his face. His nose was broken and he started bleeding profusely.

“Ahhhh…”. Akaleyan cried. “You…!”

Nariyan banged the stone on his head again and again till he was sure that it crushed his skull. Tears rolled out of his cheek.

“What are you dreaming? I told you to run”. Nariyan was shocked and returned to senses. He saw Akaleyan fuming in front of him.

“Huh it was a dream”, Nariyan turned back ran towards the entrance of the cave. The whole community was waiting for him to return with good news. But they didn’t know that one among them would meet a worst fate of their life time.

Moopan: The tribal head in Kerala is called Moopan

Ola: Thaliyola is a dried leaf in which people write before the invention of paper being used widely.

Amavasi: New moon day

Top five Hindi songs of October

2011-11-05T17:55:00.001+05:30

This is my personal choice of 5 songs i liked:

1) Chamak Challo - Ra-One
2) Criminal            - Ra-One
3) Ooh La La Tu Hai Meri - Dirty Picture
4) Tum ho Pass Mere         - Rock Star
5) Mere Ishq Sufiyana       - Dirty Picture

Cry of Shadows - Chapter 4

2011-11-01T20:18:00.002+05:30

Chapter 4

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Azad was walking restlessly in front hotel Taj. He saw a silver Pajero entering the gate of Taj.

"Yes, Jean has reached. I hope Mathew is with him", he thought.

Jean got out of the car along with a lean dark man with a broad smile.

"Bonjour Jean"

"That’s Amazing Azad, you learned a word in French to greet me"

"Haha, hope Mathew didn’t trouble you. Was he in the right place when you went searching for him?"

"Yes, indeed. Mathew was there and that’s how I could reach safely.

Dhanu came walking towards them.

Azad, "Meet Dhanu, Dhanu this is Jean"

"Hello Jean, hope you had a nice flight. I’ve heard your voice several times. Rather I thought to have a video chat with you, but then there are security issues. But I like this surprise"

"Hello Dhanu, Nice to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about your software related work, especially your work on deciphering animal conversation is well known to the technical publications of France as well"

"I am honoured, Jean. Hope to meet you soon for further discussion on this issue"

Mathew was standing in a corner watching the three gentlemen talk. Probably he is the fourth man who knows about the visit of Jean outside the Ministry. Mathew is known for his quick wits and also his carelessness. After Jean walked to his suite, Azad, Dhanu and Mathew got into the Scorpio and they left the premises of Taj.

Jean walked into the restroom of his suite and washed his face. He heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Luggage Sir"

"Hold on, I am coming". Jean opened the door and got his luggage. He paid some tips to the person who was carrying the luggage.

"Sir Please call 9 for reception and 1055 for room service. Have a pleasant stay sir", Hotel assistant was courteous in his facial expression.

"Thank you", Jean locked the door when he left.

He checked the suite, it was quite spacious and comfortable. He had a view of sea and rocky hills. He wanted to know about the place where he was staying. He called the reception,

"Hello, I am calling from Suite 107"

"Yes Sir"

"What is the place called? I know it is in the capital of Kerala but do you have a specific name for this place”.

"Yes Sir, this place is called Kovalam"

"Kovalam?"

"Yes Sir, Kovalam. You will see lot of tourists from your country visiting this place during this season."

"Ah, that’s nice to know"

"Do let us know if you would like to go out in our cab" The receptionist seemed to be engaged in selling her hotel products to Jean.

"No, Thankyou. But I would really inform you in advance if I need one"

"Have a good evening Sir"

"You too, bye", Jean hanged the phone.

He lay down on the bed. He was quiet tired and soon he slipped into deep sleep. Jean woke up hearing the knock. He opened the door.

"Yes"

"Sorry to disturb you Sir. Officer Azad asked me to handover this packet to you".

"Oh, thank you."

What's there in it? Jean was surprised and was quiet eager to check it out.

Cry of Shadows - Chapter 3

2011-10-28T17:37:00.003+05:30

Chapter 3

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Kerala, Gods own country, the First state to achieve a hundred percent literacy in India. Blessed land with natures gifts like backwaters, rivers and sea. God carved the land with the best tools and it plays a very important role in Indian history and the world.

Kerala is the first ever state in the world to have an elected communist government and many her kids are all over the world spreading her name and fame and writing it with golden letters in the history of human kind.

Housekeeping staff of Hotel Taj, Trivandrum (State capital of Kerala) is busy preparing a suite for a guest coming from France. It’s not a new thing for them. Kerala is a favorite tourist destination of people from all over the world. It’s Ayurveda, Yoga, Kalari, Kathakali has crossed its borders of the state and reached nook and corner of the world.

A Mahindra Scorpio SUV stopped in front of the hotel and two people got down from the car. The person who was driving the vehicle gave the key for valet parking and walked towards the hotel. In front of the vehicle it was written as Police, Kerala state. The gentle man who was driving the vehicle was in police uniform and walked towards the hotel. Other person wearing a spec was in his tshirt and jeans accompanied him.

"Is the suite ready" The officer asked in the reception.

"Yes sir"

"No one should be allowed to meet him with out my permission even if it is the head of the state, Hope that’s clear for you"

"Yes Sir, we do remember your instructions"

"Good"

"Dhanu, are we ready?" He asked the man besides him

"Yes, Bro"

"Good, he might have alighted in Bangalore by now and will reach Trivandrum airport by 7.30. Air France is supposed to reach Bangalore by 12.30 or 1.00 pm tonight"

"Oh, it should be hectic… He will definitely feel tired"

"Yes, he will be. But we don’t have time to waste. We need to do the ground work by then"

"Sure brother, by the way who is there to pick Jean"

"Ah, I forgot to tell you… Our Mathew had gone to the airport"

"Are your sure, Brother? I sincerely doubt if you have selected the right guy. Hope Jean will pick Mathew and reach here", Dhanu smiled at the officer.

"Haha… I know"

He went outside. Dhanu kept watching the officer whose name is Azad. What a human being, he thought. He is never tired, he has never heard Azad saying no, when it comes to work.

"You are a work – 'alcoholic' brother" Dhanu use to make fun of him.

He remembered the last meeting during which he explained about some critical operation. But he could never imagine a pure software guy could support him officially in an operation which involves several aspects which he never believed to exist.

How can a software person help a French Investigation officer, that question reverberated in Dhanu’s mind

Cry of Shadows - Chapter 2

2011-10-15T21:48:00.001+05:30

Chapter 2

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“Bonjour, Ladies and Gentlemen welcome onboard. Please turn off your Phones and any other electronic devices… ” .

Jean leaned back in his seat showing the discomfort in his face. He hates traveling in AirFrance, of course the flight attendants were quiet old. He prefers traveling via Frankfurt and his preferred choice of flight is Lufthansa. He scrolled down the movie list in the flight, the list were pretty more the same. “Good I got several movies in my Xoom”, he thought.

A flight steward came towards him, "What would you like to have sir"?

It’s normally the best thing to be in a plane if he goes by business class. But this time to India the travel needs to maintain its anonymity and the bosses didn’t want him to get any extra attention. They knew how important it was to make this mission successful. So as expected in an economic class, the treatment is not so wonderful.

"Can I have some champagne Please"

"Sure sir"

"Can you please choose your menu as well Sir"

Going to India, let me be a veggie. I always heard about India but never got a chance to go over there. How does she look like? In the history I always heard about a rich wonderful country, but later I heard only the story of snakes, rituals and blind belief.

He changed his Xoom mode to Flight Mode, started with his favorite bond movies. Jean is a hard core fan of bond movies since child hood. Being a cop Jean always dreamed to have all accessories James posses in his movies. He always sounds childish when he speaks to his colleagues. When the world is so advanced and with new tech coming in he still believes in Magic and super natural powers

But this time, it is his interest that made DCRI chiefs to choose him to go to Kerala. He never understood why they wanted him to go to Kerala, but he knew it was some thing very important. He leaned back in his seat and started playing the movie. In a few minutes a flight attendant came towards him and whispered in his ears.

He got up from his seat and followed her, she gave a sat phone to him.

"Bonjour Jean"

"Bonjour Boss"

"One more minister is missing, it is becoming crucial and all your discussions and meetings should be done with a state of national emergency"

"Did you check the video grabs, boss"

"Yes, we did"

"We have all the videos till he started from his office and his security staff was following him till he reached his home"

"So he seems to be missing from there"

"Yes, his wife told us that she saw him walking outside when he got a call and he never returned after"

"Ok… But what do I have to do in Kerala for this ?"

It is quiet natural for him to think so. It is really not logical to relate a man missing case and trip to India. But this is not the first case of man missing and murder. Few top honchos of French politics and government are either killed or kidnapped by now. But why am I being sent to Kerala???

Cry of Shadows - Chapter 1

2011-10-11T20:09:00.002+05:30

Chapter 1

Jean woke up by the loud alarm from his cell phone.

Ah it is really annoying to hear that sound after a tiring day. He woke up and took his vibrating iphone. That’s terrific, “how the hell did she find this number”?

He thought looking at the beautiful face in the phone indicating the caller.

“Bonjour Maria”

“Jean, that’s not fare at all, I had to call up Grace to trace your new number”

“Look honey, I know it’s strange but then I am going for a long trip to India. It’s very important to know about the customs and traditions over there, because this time it is going to be a another huge adventure for me”

“Okay, but why do you want to be isolated from now on..ah?”

“I want to be prepared well in advance; moreover you never let me concentrate in my work” Jean Smiled. “Okie Honey..Bye for now, best way to know about me is to follow my tweets”.

“Great, this is exactly what I should be hearing, to know abt mymy boyfriend from twitter, you have gone crazy Jean..Anyways good luck”

Jean came out of his apartment; Grenoble still is sleepy and filled with snow. He always thought Grenoble is the most wonderful place in the world and had always felt being too close to the mountains of Grenoble.

Jean Paul Miller is an officer of Direction centrale du renseignement intérieur (DCRI)- Central Directorate of Interior Intelligence. He met Maria while he was doing his masters in Stendhas university of Grenoble. Since then both Grenoble and Maria are close to his heart.

Jean prepared his coffee and took his laptop and leaned in the sofa. He checked on his ticket confirmation and hotel reservation.

“Yes, everything is done”, He thought.

A while later, his iphone started to vibrate,” Bonjour Boss”

“ve”

“Merci”.

Jean’s boss, was calling to check if he was prepared for the travel. Jean’s Boss was very particular about the secret nature of the travel. Very few people in the embassy and some top members of DRCI and the government know about his visit.

He took all the printouts and was ready for the journey. He double checked his passport, visa, hotel reservation and everything seemed perfect.

“Bonjour, Sir your taxi to the railway station”. It was the call from the cab driver. He took the luggage, checked the apartment again and moved towards the lift.

While getting into the cab he felt sad to leave Grenoble for a few days, but then I’ll be back soon. “Need to call Maria”

He pushed at his speed dial “Hello Maria… I am leaving “

“Take care Jean, please give me a call.. I know you are worried about your job than me. But please think of me as well”

“I will dear, prendre soin”. He boarded the bullet train to Paris Airport.

Once he reached Paris, he called a few people and informed his boss that he’ll be boarding the Flight soon.

“Jean, make sure that you use the secure vpn for any kind of communication and your messages should be encrypted” his Boss warned.

“Boss, you know my interest in twitter”

“ I know, you are allowed to tweet, but make sure that you don’t reveal the location and no location specific tweets are allowed, you are free to tweet on your so called “favorite hobbies” as usual”

“Merci, revoir”- Jean kept the phone. He saw his flight ready; cargoes were getting moved while he waited for the passenger boarding announcement.

He took his “Xoom”, a new gadget he added to his list. He was pretty impressed with its performance. His Android, honeycomb loaded accessory was a birthday gift from Maria. She knew about his craziness on Gadgets. He selected the Maps and pinched to zoom inside it to India and then to….”Kerala”...Gods own country”

Another attribute getting added

2011-09-22T10:22:00.000+05:30

Till now people know me as a funny, short tempered person. They gave me honours of being outspoken and egoist. But there are few more attributes getting added. They found out that I am not caring, I dont love people and self centric. They also found that I am a machine who works on my parents instructions. Days back it was brother, then my parents and now me.

I have no regrets that they found the biggest secret ever. I was lost for couple of days but later I realised, why should I cry for person who dont worth.it. At least people near and dear to me knows me...As lyrics says " I want it that way", I will remain the same and I want things in my way.

Oru Tharattu Pattu: Malayalam Lullaby

2011-09-09T00:00:00.003+05:30

My friend who inspired me to write blogs is blessed with a baby girl. Its her request prompted me to try such an attempt. And ofcourse this is dedicated to the cute little baby and the happy couple. I pray to give her all health and well being and bring a lot of smiling moments to her proud parents.

I feel the poem came out well in wording and ofcourse sound... Listen to it at your own risk.

Kanne kannin maniye,
Muthe muthazhake,
Minna minni kurunne,
Nee kannum pootti urangu.

Kunji pattukal padam nyan,
Kunji kathakal paranju tharam,
Ambili mamane konduru ravil nyan,
Akashamake chutti kattam
Kanne kannin maniye,
Nee Kannum pootti urangu.

Inku tharam amma kunju vayil,
Melle kavilathoru umma tharam,
Tharattu padi nyan thottilattam,
Thamara poometha thunni tharam,
Kanne kannin maniye,
Nee Kannum pootti urangu.

Kavathi kakkathan kallatharam,
Pinne neela kurukkante kaushalavum,
Cholli tharam ente omanayakku,
Innu nee melle urangu urangu
Kanne kannin maniye,
Nee Kannum pootti urangu.

Kanne kannin maniye,
Muthe muthazhake,
Minna minni kurunne,
Nee kannum pootti urangu.

With my bad throat I have made an attempt again, I know its pathetic but with out the tune the poem wont be nice enough to read. Kindly keep yourself cool till you complete hearing it: Click to Listen

Onashamsakal - Onam Wishes

2011-09-05T11:29:00.002+05:30

Onam Message from dhaneshnair.com :

ചിങ്ങം വന്നു, ഇനി ഓണം വരും,

എല്ലാരും ഒന്നുകൂടാന്‍ വരും,

നീയും പറന്നു പോ പൈങ്കിളിയെ,

നിന്റെ കൂടണയു, ഓണം ഉണ്ണാന്‍

Wishing all malayalees a Happy Onam - Dhanesh Nair

Story of a Dosa - Kids Short Story in Englsih

2011-09-03T08:41:00.000+05:30

Long long ago there lived a grandmother. She gets rice, black gram, soak it in water and grind it using a huge manual grinder and make my dough. But this story is about me in 2011 and by the way, the way I think and this crazy writer thinks is entirely different. So read it with all your patience.

I was lying down in a freezer of the medium large supply chain market. I was left idle and lonely. All my friends were taken away by other people. Several hands came towards us, black,white, brown, pale… I was expecting someone to pick me up. Sad no one took me. Finally one young lady with a long dress ( I heard them calling it as churdhar) picked me up. I was feeling little warm since she picked me out of freezer.

Sad, What is she doing? She dropped few bread packets, some green color packets and a chocolate packet. Chocolate packet made my mouth wet, but I was the first one to be put inside the trolley, else I would have tried my luck with the chocolate. She pushed me to a guy who was standing near a tv like machine. He pulled me out and passed me through a red ray of light which gave out a horrible beep and they shoved me into a nasty plastic bag. I saw this writer there for the first time, he was staring at this beautiful woman who took me while giving her his card. The guy swiped the card on to another small machine and gave him back a paper. He wrote something on it and gave it back.

Then they took me into a house and put me into a huge box which made me again cool. Next day morning the same woman took me out. She cut one end of my cloth and poured me into a small vessel. She added some water to me and some salt. She switched on a something which made itself to burn. I could see flames coming out of it. She put another vessel on top of it and applied some liquid on it. It seems like an oil and later she took me with the vessel, mixed me well and poured a little of me inside the another vessel which she kept on top of the flame.

I was scared, it was very hot. The oil on top of it was boiling, I was not able to bear the heat. I cried, I cried with a maximum voice “shhh shhh shhh”. But no use, I realised that a part of me was changing to solid, I was transforming. She made me into a round shape and seconds later I became a solid round figure. She took a utensil and inserted it beneath me and without disturbing me much she took me out. I think she was afraid that I may get broken. She was caring enough to do it. I felt happy, but not a second later she put me again to the flame upside down. This time I didn’t had enough energy to weep. I again produced little noise, but it was not coming out. My weep went with the noise of the fan above me which was also giving her some light. She put me into a vessel which kept me hot. She made many other brothers of me and put them with me. She called someone, “Dosa is ready, it is kept in the caserol”

Someone opened the lid and I saw the same person who was with that woman. He took me out put me into a plate. He added some slight red color liquid into me. My eyes burned but I couldn’t make any noise. He tore me mercilessly and broke me into pieces he mixed me with that liquid and some powder and took me into his hand. I tried my best escape, but in vain he lifted his hand, I knew it was my end. I tried crying but I lost all my energy, I was broken. He took me near his mouth and put me inside it and grinded me a swallowed me. I went into a dark passage grinded and crushed..deep deep into it.

This my story, if you like this please send an SMS to DOSA to 58888. This will help me to go to second phase of growth egg dosa. With your support I can be coconut dosa, onion dosa, uthappa, ghee dosa and finally family paper ghee roast. I am expecting your support, please take your mobile phone and send the sms now.

Route Map to Concorde Manhattans

2011-06-30T17:25:00.002+05:30

Location Map

From Schneider GTCI to Concorde :

Schneider Electric Global Technology Center 88, 6th Rd, EPIP Zone Bangalore, Karnataka, India

1. Head toward 2B Rd south on 6th Rd 130 m
2. Turn left at 2B Rd 550 m
3. Turn right toward Varthur Rd 2.4 km
4. Turn right at S.V Exide Shoppe onto Varthur Rd Pass by Indian Oil Petrol Pump (on the left in 4.3 km) 5.6 km
5. At HAL Junction, continue onto Old Airport Rd Pass by HP Petrol Pump (on the left in 3.0 km) 4.2 km
6. Turn left toward Inner Ring Rd 260 m
7. Continue straight onto Inner Ring Rd Pass by AyurVAID Hospitals (on the left in 300 m) 5.2 km
8. Turn left at BOB Tech Solutions onto Hosur Rd Pass by The Bose Store (on the left) 130 m
9. Sharp left to stay on Hosur Rd Pass by Hanuman Temple (on the right) 190 m
10. Take the 3rd left onto Hosur Rd/National Highway 7 Continue to follow National Highway 7 Pass by Petrol Pump Madiwala (on the left) 1.5 km
11. Slight right onto Bangalore Elevated Tollway Limited 9.1 km
12. Continue onto 1st Main Rd Pass by State Bank of India (on the left) 650 m
13. Turn left onto Wipro Avenue Pass by Axis Bank ATM (on the left) 750 m
14. Slight right at Wipro Junction onto Neeladri Road Pass by Laddoos (on the right) 700 m
15. At Gate 16, continue onto Neeladri Rd 170 m

Concorde Manhattans Electronics City Bengaluru, Karnataka, India

Google Map location and Path

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From MountCarmel to Concorde Manhattans:

Mount Carmel College Palace Road, Vasanth Nagar Bengaluru, Karnataka, India

1.	Head toward Palace Rd east on 8th Main Rd	11 m
2.	Take the 1st right onto Palace Rd Pass by Consulate General of France (on the left)	750 m
3.	Turn left at High Grounds Police Station onto Chowdaiah Rd/Sankey's Rd	110 m
4.	Turn right onto Millers Rd Pass by Karnataka State Consumer Disputes Redressal Commission (on the right)	180 m
5.	Slight right onto Raj Bhavan Rd Pass by High point Bldg (on the right)	54 m
6.	Slight left onto Palace Rd Pass by Masjid (on the left)	800 m
7.	Take the 2nd left	350 m
8.	At the roundabout, take the 3rd exit onto Nrupathunga Rd Pass by Indian Oil (on the right in 450 m)	900 m
9.	Slight left to stay on Nrupathunga Rd	61 m
10.	At the roundabout, take the 2nd exit onto Kasturba Rd Pass by Hindustan Petrolium (on the right)	400 m
11.	Turn left onto Kalinga Rao Rd Pass by MS Ramaiah College Of Education (on the right)	400 m
12.	Turn right at Food Corporation Of India onto Lalbagh Rd Pass by Show Room (on the right)	1.1 km
13.	Turn left at Aditya Technologies onto Marigowda Rd Go through 1 roundabout Pass by Petrol Pump (on the left in 450 m)	4.3 km
14.	At Madivala Checkpost Signal, continue onto Hosur Rd Pass by St. John's Medical College (on the left in 650 m)	1.1 km
15.	Sharp left to stay on Hosur Rd Pass by Hanuman Temple (on the right)	190 m
16.	Take the 3rd left onto Hosur Rd/National Highway 7 Continue to follow National Highway 7 Pass by Petrol Pump Madiwala (on the left)	1.5 km
17.	Slight right onto Bangalore Elevated Tollway Limited	9.1 km
18.	Continue onto 1st Main Rd Pass by State Bank of India (on the left)	650 m
19.	Turn left onto Wipro Avenue Pass by Axis Bank ATM (on the left)	750 m
20.	Slight right at Wipro Junction onto Neeladri Road Pass by Laddoos (on the right)	700 m
21.	At Gate 16, continue onto Neeladri Rd	170 m

Concorde Manhattans Electronics City Bengaluru, Karnataka, India

Homeless to Homed

2011-06-30T12:06:00.001+05:30

I was born in a kerala styled house called "Tharavaadu". It was huge, with many rooms inside, but too small ones. The house was clay roof tiled which kept me warm during winter season and cool during summer. With little more space around, it allowed me and friends to play thief and police, grocery shop, a farmer and what not. During heavy rainfall coconut use to fall in the room which generate cracks and I remember water dripping in through the walls and the platform below the roof called "Thattu" (Woodwork done to store things and increase the visual appearance of the rooms so that the roof won't be seen directly). Due to some reason we were forced to sell it off and moved to a new place. Since then I was never been permanently in my own house.

It took two years for us to finalize and complete the new house and ofcourse concrete one, but by then I joined my engineering where I stayed with my friends in a rented house. By 2004, I completed my engineering moved to Pune where I stayed as a guest in a cousin's house and then moved to rented apartments till I came to Bangalore.

After coming to Bangalore, I was staying with my grandmother in a rented apartment till 2009 (Almost since I got married) and moved to another, as a tenant after marriage. Though two more houses added which I can claim mine by now, I continued as a tenant and I hope things are changing.

If things go well with us, we are moving to our new apartment in Electronics City. Our neighbors are Siemens, Wipro and Infosys and the apartment is from the renowned builder "Concorde Group – 1000 crore conglomerate". Concorde Manhattans is their prestigious project with 926 apartments with all modern amenities attached below.

I don’t know what life have left for me, but this is the plan ten days down the line and I hope to have a fresh start leaving all miseries in the way and there by turning from a homeless to homed.

Story of a “Muri” Beedi

2011-06-16T22:36:00.002+05:30

Long before Westerners introduced Cigars or cigarette in India, rather southern Asia a small piece of tobacco roll ruled here called Beedi. If you still can’t relate, I need to remind you the song “Beedi jalaile” in which many of our heart throb (definitely not mine... and by the way this comment is not because that I am scared of my wife) was dancing in the movie Omkara. Yes, Now you should have got our hero who will be described whole of this episode.

Okie..But what’s this “Muri”. All my Malayalee readers would have understood that but for others I am taking you to the most of the prestigious and non-prestigious boy’s hostel, room stays. Before that why did I choose to narrate this story to you? I was in hotel Zuri for a meeting last week. I love food of Zuri, a lot of varieties. Eating a lot of chicken, I was almost about to quit eating chicken. Many of you know my obsession towards chicken and may be to maintain the food chain God didn’t like me to take that decision because he might have thought what he will do with these excess produced chicken if I stop eating those. But the issue is not about chicken, it is about after lunch a small chit chat with my colleagues which opened up Yaadein of hostel memories. I know this time it is not my yaadein it’s my colleague “Sadak ettan’s” yaadein. He didn’t know that I am using his name and fame to promote my blog.

Sadakettan (Ettan – brother, I think he may be a year or little more elder than me but I like calling him ettan) is one of the star performer of my company. I always see him thinking deep about the design and code. But while talking in common man’s terminology (in short when he comes out of software world) he is as funny and jovial as any one I have seen.

Back to our discussion, since it is after lunch we saw our regular smokers running out to take a puff and we saw the enthusiasm in them to keep them awake in the post lunch session. While joking on them Sadakettan told us his hostel incident which is true for many of us who stayed in hostel or rooms.
In the beginning of the month all of his friends use to get money from their parents for that month’s expense. Those who are smokers start with high end cigarette. They often stock packets for coming weeks to go promising that they won’t exceed that month quota. But as usual they will be over by almost First week of that month. Second week they lower their standard and share their brotherhood by sharing a same cigarette and even broken cigarette. Lord kubera might not have blessed all who can afford one more week of cigarette journey. Those who still can afford will have atleast ten to fifteen friends around them, a bike and they live in their world. But even common man need to live, there comes the saviour, king of poor.. Beedi. I don’t know the cost but I know for around 2-3 Rs people get a packet of 10.

Among all these friends there are few still considering themselves not that cheap. Even if you are penniless you cannot go behind beedi’s . Instead third week of the month they start searching for burnt cigarette pieces and they will manage it for another week. I heard there are extreme cases that they even search in Bus stop shelters for broken pieces who are chain smokers by nature and don’t have money. Whether it is true or false is not my issue, but what is common is all of them will come to the same platform of “Muri” or broken or burnt beedi’s almost at the end of fourth week.

I remember one of my college senior saying taking the last puff of his muri Beedi, “its easy for the parents to set rule and restrict money.. They don’t have to bother how we live here…”