Here goes !!!!!!

‘Hey, Spectre’s getting released this week, how about it?’ The only time when my darling hubby enthusiastically asks for a movie date is when Bond comes visiting once in a couple of years, the last one being Skyfall J And so I never say no!!!!!!  ‘So when do we go?’ and I said ‘Oh anytime this weekend should do?’ This conversation happened on a Wednesday and I was looking forward to my weekend ‘Bond’ing experience. The next day when I reached home from office he grinned at me and said, ‘It’s done, I have booked for Sat morning 9.30 a.m show’. The timing made me raise my eyebrows, but I was still ok, after sending both kids out to school and college, we could get to the theatre, finish the movie and come back by the time they get back……. So dawns Saturday morning…..And after the morning rush of sending one kid out (the other decided to stay back home), we were at the theatre by 9 a.m. There were just a few people around no theatre staff to be seen. The kiosk which issues tick

Getting back home tired and spent one of these evenings, I had a special gift waiting for me sent by a friend. I quickly changed over and picked up the think book, not knowing what to expect and thought that I probably might lose interest in my tired state. Much to my dismay, right from the introduction to the last page, I just kept going, amazed at the subtle use of words, the deep sense of understanding of life and its ways, the so very narrative way in which the author described her whole family. I could actually visualize her family members……….. Here is a sample….. High are everybody’s dreams High are everybody’s rights High are everybody’s thoughts But low are everybody’s minds Yeah that is just a sample….What an amazingly simple analysis of the life and humans that is seen around you. Here is another pearl from the collection…..... Unlucky is I am Under the eyes of others But my Amma says I am the luckiest to be born to them ……………. Another snippet …………

It was not to be, but still it happened. When a planned trip got cancelled, I was not really hopeful of making it to Calicut, let alone having a MCC get together. However once again proving, that if there is a will, there is a way, it took place. After the cancellation, when we made a sudden decision to drive down to Calicut for two days, I was afraid to inform people lest something came up again. And so, it was after crossing the border that I messaged Freddie. Interestingly, the first message that I got when I got the phone network back in Wayanad was a candy crush request!!!!!! Oh lord, will these ever end??? After umpteen breaks, we landed safely in Calicut and then I sent out an SOS in the group. ‘I am here’. Pat comes the reply from none other Sameer, ‘I am here too’ and so the wheels were set in motion and our dear old Freddie voluntarily took up the job of calling people up to see how many we can gather at such short notice. Abha had confirmed she would come down from Kal

When old friends meet, time flies like it does nowhere else…………….Once again I experienced it yesterday in Bangalore, when a few of us from the batch of PDC 89, Malabar Christian College (MCC) met for a lunch. The lunch itself was the outcome of a whatsapp group we have got going. Though a few of us have been in touch throughout, for a few it was the first meeting after more than a quarter of a century !!!!!! Whew, any wonder then we got going as soon as we saw each other……….all at once, not a moment of silence, totally oblivious of where we were, and how we sounded. It was as if the years just fell away and we were once in the realms of the MCC…….Each trying to catch up with the rest of the crowd, the chatter of 25 years in one go J It really sounded like someone had thrown  a stone at a crow’s nest (Kaakakootil Kallenrinzha pole)………… And then the surprise came in the form of a cake ordered all the way from Calicut by our dear friend Freddie through one of his cous

‘Don’t you think these papers have piled up too much? Please do something about it……….’ That was the desperate plea of a lady who wanted to try and get the clutter away and out of the house …….. but the response as it has been for the past three months was same…..steadfast…….’Let’s wait a while longer, he will come…….’. I shook my head and wondered for the umpteenth when if ever he was going to come…… Who is this ‘He’?  He happens to be our regular paperwalla who has been taking our old newspapers, books, cardboard boxes and the likes ……….. An old person who comes on his battered cycle (come to think of it, both look the same - old, battered…..)  with a ‘Papaaaaaaaaar’ cry in a peculiar way (no two cries are similar and each of these paperwalas have their signature call ….) to alert you that he is passing by. I cannot recollect the years that he has been coming to our house…….from the time that my elder daughter was two or three perhaps……now she is eighteen. A long time indeed. He us