manjaly-halwa

My mother will never come back...

2010-12-02T12:13:00.001+05:30

I never new the taste of death...

Till it knocked at my door

Till my mother was called by the Sender himself...

He chose such a far off place to snatch my m..o..t..h..e..r

We can never hold those hands...

we can never provoke her...

we can never tease her...

Leaving us alone ...

she left us, as she wished without any suffering...

no bedridden life, no carelessness, No neglect by near and dear..

Without giving a chance to her Dear ones

to see her last moments and her self

she left just like that...

In her sound sleep..

With out any pain..

Every body tells she is lucky..

May be she is...

I am a simple man, am not able to think that spiritually..

Because SHE is my M..O..T..H..E...R...

Time may heal my wound in the depth of my heart..

Oh God , She is in your hands...

Nothing more to pen...

Life Saver?

2009-10-02T20:54:00.009+05:30

A boat "jalakanya" over turned and 41 tourists lost their lives at Thekkady lake of kerala. As usual the news analyses enquiry all started to end before the next tragedy knocks at our door.In this context kindly see the photo taken by me during a pleasure trip with my family. Now please tell me what will be his/her condition in an emergency if somebody uses this "life saver", whether he/she will go down or up for ever?

Please tell her, how to select the best?

2009-03-24T17:40:00.037+05:30

This is the season of selection/election at least in this republic of India. If you succeeded in selection so is in life. This time I am here to tell you a different story and the heroine is no one but my wife. Naturally you will see a villain in me, won't you? But as the story progresses you will meet the real villain/villains of the story and will drop a few drops of tears for me!

If to be precise I have to tell you that all these happened in 1997. I was traveling to Bangalore by train with my bitter half. Some where near Palghat a vendor appeared from no where with a bundle of cashew nut packets. He was magnanimous enough to offer the packet at a sea -level-rate of Rupees sixty per Kg. Temptation made my wife pinching my thighs..

"Let us get four-five packets and distribute among our neighbors, there it is very costly"

'It costs two hundred rupees in our village it self .Then how can they sell it for sixty Rupees?"

I instantly agreed to disagree with her opinion. Her silence was louder and I can translate it for your benefit."I G..O..TT a husband who cannot spend at least three hundred bucks for his only wife...

Few months later she got a chance- if not golden but aluminium- to travel by train , same route but this time fortunately she was alone a free bird ..again history or herstory repeated a vendor appeared but this time some deal struck between the heroine and that vendor .All the way to Bangalore she was thinking of the ways and means to disburse and utilise the cashew nuts but secretly..To whom its to be given and not to whom..which dish can be prepared? On reaching Bangalore she successfully hid the packets and followed my foot steps from Railway station to our residence. That was a Sunday I was very much available there and so my wife failed to take out the hidden agenda and could not test her culinary skills!

The next day, that is Monday ,I left for my work place , early in the morning. As my wife was away for a week time I thought of sharing that wonderful evening with her and i got the permission from my master to leave earlier. I reached home like a bullet train and rang the bell . Un usually there was no reply for a while and repeated ringing made the door opened but in a very slow motion only.

I was shocked and surprised to see my opposition leader's face. Then a pungent smell emanating from my house made my nose widened. I could smell Detol, floor cleaner lotion and I failed to identify the pungent smell. I looked at her eyes like a question mark . Suddenly the rock like lady started weeping uncontrollably wetting my (not-so) wide chest!

Here unfolds the entire story... My wife (a teacher by profession) rushed back home after classes. While crossing the main gate of our residential complex our neighbour Neha's sound fell from the sky.
' Some thing happened in your flat"

She rushed to our main door the moment she opened the main door a pungent smell pierced her long nose. She entered in with timid steps only to see the tipsy turvy world from the drawing room it self . Every thing was scattered fallen ...rice,wheat,sugar,spices,vegetables,fruits,all utensils,containers...the floor was wet and slippery with semi solid grease like thing and water...

Now the story in sequence. While going to school she forgot to remember to close the window of the balcony. Monkeys entered through it like a procession. The first attack was on fruits and vegetables. Then they pulled happily all containers and utensils, spice containers were opened they tasted the thunder and enjoyed Holy festival with spices!

One mummy monkey pulled the lid of a container only to change the course of history! The moment she pulled the lid a huge sound emerged from her mouth...she cried out of joy. All other monkeys rushed to her to see what made her so excited? Those were the packets of cashew nuts bought and brought by none other than our heroine! the mother monkey started distributing the nuts (a per ca pita share of 100 gms of nut each) to her children, brothers, sisters,husbands...all started munching the nuts competing each other.
But with in few minutes every body heard the first gun shot from some body's stomach . Gas and ashes started to push out of their mouth and a***s, leakage from top and bottom. They started slipping over their own vomit and dungs! some how they managed to escape through the window through which they had passed in happily with pride and prestige barely half an hour back!

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The heroine cleaned the floors with all lotions and potions available in this world even then she miserably failed to hide the great smell ! That was the terrible out come of the food poisoning fathered by the cashew nut purchased from the train by none other than the......Our neighbour Mrs Hyder Ali reported to your Bangalore correspondent that" ' they heard the heart melting cry of the monkeys and thought the monkeys got electric shock' For my wife all these description of my neighbours was just like a rain of stone on a Bald's head! I consoled her and as a consolation prize I too washed the floors the "nth time , and we lived happily ever after!. The story not ends here because I got a request to all of you that " You please do not tell this story to Varun"s mom. Cashew nut vendors have been selling nuts in trains all over Kerala and let them continue the service please!"

Tell me, How can I do it ?

2009-02-11T17:37:00.013+05:30

Those were the days, you look any where only to see the incandescent lamp of 40 watts, 60 watts ,100 Watts. Then came the lovely fluorescent lamps(40 watts) with milky light. People turned to 36 watts lamp(slim tube) to save 4 watts per fitting but at the cost of light out put. By ninety's CFLs came to our houses to make us surprised to see the "light" electricity bills....Now they tell us about LED fitting. Though LED fittings consume a very little energy the price factor burn our fingers.

Many CFLs which we had been using since nineties lived their life and we have been replacing the compacty. we just throw these dead lamps just like that . Then what happen to these dead ones? No body knows! We care Lesly throw these lamps only to pollute the earth and sources of water by the Mercury emerge from these lamps! Quantity of mercury emerge out of one single lamp is not that big. But its polluting capacity is high. Then you think of hundreds of thousands of CFLs which we give up and dump in dust bins.

Then what can we , the ordinary people, do? A lot, actually a lot . Just avoid throwing the CFLs care lessly and do not let the lamps to break. Keep the dead lamps in a box so as to avoid physical and chemical pollution. But the government has to take the initiative . Just like the case of dead batteries , arrangement has to be made to collect the fused lamps by the manufacturer s so as to re cycle/ re-process the CFLs. An incentive is to be given to the customers in the form of discounts, while purchasing new CFLs, for the dead CFLs returned by the customer. Who will draw the attention of the government to this problem? We, who else?

(Photo coutsey : green home.huddler.com)

Wish you a Christmas, but a merry one!

2008-12-21T13:54:00.010+05:30

Christmas gives everybody sweet memories and experiences. But I do have sweet, bitter, switter, sore...

During my college days we visited Chennai. We were staying some where near Egmore station . We had our dinner from Hotel Vasantha Bhavan(if my memory SMB). Payasam started oozing out through nose. So a walk was inevitable to bring the situation under control . We walked hardly two three minutes only to be stopped by sweet Christmas songs in a hall. There was a gathering njaying the music. Some of the gentle men standing at the gate welcomed us "please come saaRR". We surrendered before their love and affection . The vasantha bhavan dinner already eaten us then who can refuse a timely Christmas-song on a christmas eve . The hall was decorated with multi coloured bulbs. Smart people make smart move. Well decorated ladies have taken strategic position to attract the entire crowd. Six-seven members of our gang started enjaying the music . During a break Shibu asked us "who is she?"

Our eyes followed his index finger. Yes one well made up woman was sitting on one side of the stage and the orchestra was at the opposite side . We were fully immersed in the music and the-lady-of-the corner not attracted us. She was not a w-o-m-a-n but was a budding one ... Then who is she? why-is-she-there?
Then some people were coming to her side , chit chatting and waving good bye..
In news casters language Wh-t-s h-a-pp-e-n-i- n-g t-h-r-e-? we felt some uneasiness as if some body had pressed an ejector button. We all got up instantly . I asked one Mr somebody"whats going on here? I repeated the same question to many people gathered there. Some people were smiling at me and I was clue less. Then I turned to a Mr smile only to repeat the question. When I heard the reply I felt that not the earth but entire universe it self revolves around me. ...Some body pulled the mosaic floor beneath my feet....the heavy vasantha bhavan dinner just evaporated in thin air ...
Then t-h-a-t w-a-s haaappppening there ...we ran back to our respective hotel rooms with out looking each other. That was actually the mother of all humiliations.
Years passed again a new Christmas is there before us. I was thinking of that Christmas eve @ Chennai. The Christmas songs are still there in my ears . Then what about the girl....where will be she now? what will be she now? That night the gathering was celebrating her new maturity status ...she just attained woman hood - and her family was enjoying it. Such a custom or system was not there in our area.

Points for my bail application...
1)The christian devotional songs on that x-mas eve made us believing that it was a Christmas programme....
2) The reception committee welcomed us unconditionally with a Thousand Watts smile "please come SAAARRRR".
Any way this incident made all of us "matured". Before taking any step we think several times (ultimately only to commit the most blunder!). That Christmas gave us this peculiar lesson! I do convey that message to you through this blog.
Merry Christmas and happy new year to all of you !

Mummy, start immedietely !

2008-11-20T10:53:00.003+05:30

Yes, the good news emerged in the month of September, a consequence of sixth pay commission! We had danced with excitement then rained the leave application forms on boss's' tables . [The head clerks' usual question (Have you obtained prior approval ? etc!) Otherwise, Who will remember a head clerk in those moments? Do you?]. That was an exodus from office leaving behind the shocked bosses jealous male colleagues dusty files and red tapes....

Whats wrong in caring the child 's father during the leave period ? whats wrong in going to native place and helping husband's business at least by handling the cash box !Whats wrong in helping own sister to run her beauty parlour during the leave period? There are no clauses ,forbidding one from loving one's dear and near ones in service rule, Are there? The jealous ones ,the ever critics the bosses and asses tell that this leave would crumble the functioning of offices , especially in the CAPITAL.

The fight began in Delhi When different people of same section started leaving the Office ...The problem was there where more Eves were working.. that too in shifts...The modern Sakuny maamas started working their devil's work shop round the clock!

Alas! It has proved again that the November is the cruelest month... to be more specific Eighteenth of November , the order has been issued on the very day ...The news spread like wild fire. We started receiving telegrams-mummy start immediately. Male colleagues with burning hearts hearts started distributing sweets....

Nineteenth of November ..So many Cars screeched to a halt at the porticoes of central Government offices ...So many of us draped in house coats and Nighties rushed to their respective section to join duty. Some people got spoons and forks when they searched their pockets of house coats for joining report...Their boss stared at them like a question mark.

All good things never last long!
Again back to the world of files dusts red tapes..un interrupted chaai..naastha..toilet...lunch..toilet...chai...snack tea...quarrel...gossip...
Poor..babies may be crying there alone ..He is so small ,only in +2 , to manage him self.
Poor baby's father too!
All good things never last long!

THEIR BOMB OURS TOO!

2008-11-15T16:38:00.005+05:30

If press report can be believed there are two types of Bombs in India,namely Their Bombs and our Bombs. The action of bombs depends on who-you-are! If You are in the same phase with the planter of the bombs bomb will not hurt you but will simply tickle you and if you are "they" for the planters of bomb ....Gone. You will be blown off to pieces. So while waiting for trains/buses or roaming at a market place keep away from their bombs. The big B (the Assam variety) or small B (Malegaon variety)
May God save all of us from all sort of their bombs and our bombs