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It took one eventful year and Preeti Shenoy's new post to push me back into scribbling. I say scribbling purposely. Sabbaticals that last an year doesn't really qualify as writing. Anyhow, her post Tea for Two.. is doing its job well as a creative prompt, I must say. There you go Preeti, Voila!So, Preeti is publishing her third book - Tea for Two and a piece of cake - which promises to be just

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Not in recent times have I seen such a touching and realistic portrayal of life in Malayalam movies. It has been at least a couple of years since Renjith's Kerala Café - the concoction of 10 different short movies by different directors - was released. I regret not seeing it before. An excellent brew of emotions, the twists reminding me of O'Henry classics, brilliant performances by some of the

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That strange feeling of familiarity, that veiled recognition of what I am going to say, the reactions, the sequence. Premonition reversed? You could say that. It does not let you predict future. At least for me, the feeling is an afterthought; "I've been through this before." A fleeting remark; An obscure passage; A passing scene; At the most unexpected of times, in situations with the most

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The days after my siblings’ annual exams were over. My Sis has completed her 7th and Bro, his 4th standard."Hello...”"Heylo Jiyachuchy!!! Occasion, occasion!!"[Well the etymology of this particular word, termed by my little sis, still looks very strange to me. Nevertheless, Occasion essentially means vacation, the summer hols.]"So happy now, eh? How was the exam? Which one was it??""Malayalam.

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"How dare he call one of us a slumdog??""Oh! But the story....where is it from???""Who cares, the matter is not his to judge!""Why but it swept the Oscars and Globes!""Bah! those are just capital plays!!""You mean to say the film is to blame?""Hmm...Ofcourse yes! It throws all the bad cues.""But many of our people were at the world's stage!""Thats because they went and honoured that stage!""Isn't

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Interesting name, isn't it? Well my first experience watching a play was so overwhelming that it is impossible for me not to write about it and so! Here I am, going to end my sabbatical.. ;)My friend was so smitten by Evam's 'Five point someone' that every now and then we would 'plan' a great evening watching a play... And like all other great 'plans' of ours, it remained a 'plan'. Well, I

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CASE ONEThe other day, I saw a huge ad in front of a Mobile office (Lets call it Aircel)STD at 75 paisa for first 400 minutes... National SMS free!I hold a Vodafone connection.STD and SMS at 1 rupee.I read. I sigh. And I walk on.CASE TWOMy friend tells me about this new offer which he can get me through his company connection... It will give me a 40% reduction in the bill. And free SMS!I turn

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Turning backOn that distant roadAll those timesFetched far in timeWould I regret?Or would I smile?When time has flownAnd my life is through....The fork I’ll see,The way I chose;The lost wayOr gone astray?Would I be glad?Or would I cry?I chose it right;Or "Wish I had...”Wishes and dreamsPressing around...But fulfill or give;Mine or for mine;Would I ever know?Or is it right here?When would I know?

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Yesterday was my first anniversary of being a working professional. 1 year as a software engineer.If you ask me whether I've evolved as a better person or not since I shed my student garb, I don't know what to say. Not much, but this single year alone has taught me how bittersweet life can be all at once, more than the preceding 21 years put together.Work has not changed me as a person but this

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My siblings and I had this common penchant for swallowing stuff when we were kids. By stuff I do not mean anything remotely edible. Rather coins, glues, stones and beads. And edible stuffs? We prefer to stuff them through other orifices. e.g.:- nostrils.Let’s go back in time, rewind nearly two decades.One fine morning Mom gives s me a plateful of mixture and a boxful of toys. Toys include an

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This is dedicated to five people.Five people who have made my college days unforgettable.The Gang of Girls. :)"Hi I am Merin Susan George from TocH Public School...!" The thickly accented girl immediately struck me as arrogant. A typical Jaada, I decided. But time proved me gravely wrong. One of the most innocent people I have ever known, she is now one of the closest people to me."Hey I am

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Disclaimer : This post does not discuss mystifying philosophical queries or controversial radical beliefs.Then what is this about? Nor do I have any idea because some people call the 'ism's I am referring to, superstitions and many others, beliefs.Many of the Malayalis must have seen the movie 'Sadanandante samayam’. This is one flick which could be an answer for "Which of the following films

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The most awaited day during school days was our 'Annual day'.Speakers sat in a queue on the dais longer than the front row audience...We had to wait for hours through the endless speeches, felicitations and reports to get our much-awaited prizes...And, if participating, we had to sit with 3 inch thick makeup on, for 4 to 5 hours at a stretch!Still... Annual days are the most memorable foldouts

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Do you remember the day you were born...? Seeing the first rays of the sun...? Uttering your first cry?I bet you dont..But you will definitely be sure that there were expert obstetricians and nurses to monitor your entry into this beautiful world...Your father must have waited restlessly to receive you into his arms.And finally beside your mother, beside her caresses, you must have fallen into a

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For every soul so sweetly lovedComes a moment that deeply hurts..Hurt, we do, but never realiseFathoms deep goes the trickling blood.The rose knows not how it hurtsOf its bloom, yes, its proud..Dont I make them happy she thinksBut alas the pricks she knows them not..Is there a way to undo the wrongs?Ask for mercy, forgive and forget..But nails on a wall still leaves the lesionsPardon one may but

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Flashback:Date : 22nd of April 2008Characters : 4 wayfarers( Class 3 pupils - 2 (male)Class 7pupil - 1 (female)Working professional - 1 (female)) :DDestination : Tripunithura Hill palaceForeigners say that if you ever travel in India it must be in an auto rickshaw, the three wheeled bug-like marvel of Indian automotive technology. ;)So in this marvel we began our excursion. But soon enough I

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Through the blanket of warm air,I hear a rumbling noiseI do hear it all the timeDay and night, over and over.It must be my thoughts, my secret chimera;It doesn’t matter, it'll pass, it shall.What do they say of the law that teaches,You can stretch on till that breaking point?What-ever it is, true it is.For after that point everything breaks.The rumbling was true not some reverie,I did know, but

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20th of April 2008. Sunday.My siblings were furious when the trip to Bangalore was postponed.That’s when I decided to stay with them and take them out somewhere.But where??? Options were plenty....VeegalandSubhash ParkShoppingHill palace...Cochin is supposed to be the most famous tourist spot in Kerala after all!My sis was coughing hard. Bro was still weak from his viral fever.So Mom immediately

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The way seems blurred,But everyone says, 'Aint i there'.The world seems cruel,But all at once people care more.Love redefined,Care hidden no more..Hidden intentions,Words sugarcoated.Dreams are shattered,And ways parted.Fear creeps in,But smile you must.A gust of wind sweeps away the leaves..And a moment's twist, the sweet memories.But something tells me, worry no more.This is not the end, you

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