When the blue birds met


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It came as surprise when Jyothi informed us that she was in town and wanted to meet us. It took me a couple of years down the memory lane when we all met for the first time. We tweeps (what we call ourselves, the Twitter users) met at the popular Oberon Mall in Kochi. It was uber cool. For the first time we met some of the people with whom we shared thoughts, joked with and had fun online. It also happens to be one of the major tweetups (our meetings) I ever happened to be a part of. I was so excited that I couldn’t wait for the sun to rise the next day.

We decided to meet at the Central Square Mall in Kochi. Around noon I reached there, soon to be joined by Jyothi. Mukesh surprised us. Later Jayan Chettan and Remia Chechi joined us.

Momentarily the pack became active, discussing from RaGa to the potholes on roads and were lost in the conversation. Time flies. We were interrupted by the familiar rumblings from the stomach.  The aroma of good food augmented the need. The food court at the Mall isn’t bad. There are enough cuisines to confuse you like a kid in a candy store. We all tried different ones. They say if you want to know a person better, eat with him. Well, seems true. Lunch went on for another hour. I must mention this, the food was yummy. (Try puttu and kozhi curry from The Fort, you will understand)

 Unfortunately Jayettan had to leave early. We were back on to our discussion on everything-under-sun. I sat there observing others, wondering how people who have never spent time together outside the cyber-space could be so close. It felt like we knew each other for a long time. I have heard that friends don’t have to be physically together all the time. They are always connected and when they meet, it seems like they met only a day before

Having lost the track of time, we sat there upto 4.30 PM. Though unwillingly, we decided to bid adieu. End to a very fun-filled day.

It might seem quite strange to some why one should be so fervent about a bunch of strangers. They will understand this unique bond only if they are Twitterarti. This connection is made over the time, sharing the daily endeavors on Twitter. Tweeps are the first to know whether we got fired by the boss or are stuck traffic or won a lottery. At times their consolations in 140 characters are the best. Moreover it is a habit that in need to ask on the Twitter timeline than to post in Facebook. It is certain that is help is guaranteed in former than the latter were everyone is actually known.

I don’t know if the words could describe this bond. We are family. That I know.

Another day gets bookmarked among the pages of memories.



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Long time fellas!! How are you all ? This time I come with something not written by me. For someone I love and respect. 



There comes a point in life when you don’t know which road to take, which path to tread. This truth is faced by most of you. You whine, you cry, blame, and even curse your destiny for having designed your fate this way. You have no clue about how and why things are happening as such. Continue reading

The Charm beyond smile


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“Death is only the beginning “

I read this somewhere and did not understand its meaning until now. Death is the beginning of an unknown journey and so is the beginning of the intense grief and sorrow for the loved ones. I recently lost my sister, friend, teacher and mentor, my dear Vinita Chechi. I still don’t understand why I’m writing this. May be it is my desperate mind trying to redeem the debt of not being with her on her deathbed. Continue reading

An evening with a Tramp


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It is half past six in the evening. People are flowing to the Devi Temple to attend evening prayers, Deepaaradhana.  On the stairs of temple was a man wrapped in rags-turned-blanket desperately trying to get the attention of devotees. A withered trembling hand is difficult to notice in the flickery lamp lights. Besides the crowd are in a hustle. Continue reading

Should we call ourselves civilized?


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It is a habit for most of us to start our day reading the newspaper over a cup of tea. Nowadays, when we open the newspaper we get to read such kind of headlines that we would shudder to read further. I had to stop reading them in the morning to stay focused throughout the day. Such kind of atrocities! I wonder whether these people could any way be called human.  I am of the opinion that they should give special pages for murders, rapes and whatever ruthlessness humanly possible. “Are we still human?” Continue reading

വെറുതെ ഒരു ചോദ്യം




എപ്പോഴെങ്കിലും  ചിന്തിച്ചിട്ടുണ്ടോ നാമാരാണെന്ന്‍ ? പേര്, മേല്‍വിലാസം അല്ലെങ്കില്‍ തൊഴില്‍, ഇതിനപ്പുറം നാമാരാണെന്ന്‍.  ? ഇല്ലെങ്കില്‍ സ്വയംചോദിച്ചു നോക്കു. ഉത്തരം കിട്ടുന്നുണ്ടോ ? Continue reading

തടവറയില്‍ നിന്നും


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ബന്ധങ്ങളുടെ തടവറയില്‍ നിന്നും രക്ഷപെടാന്‍ കഴിഞ്ഞിരുന്നുവെങ്കില്‍

സ്നേഹത്തിന്റെ ലഹരി സിരകളില്‍ ഭ്രാന്തായി മാറിയില്ലയിരുന്നുവെങ്കില്‍

കാലത്തിന്റെ കുത്തൊഴുക്കില്‍ ജിവിതം ഒലിച്ചുപോകതിരുന്നെങ്കില്‍

വികാരങ്ങള്‍ വിവേകത്തെ മറക്കാതിരുന്നെങ്കില്‍

പ്രിയേ നിന്നെ ഞാന്‍ നഷ്ടപെട്ടുതിയില്ലായിരുന്നെങ്കില്‍

സൂര്യനുമപ്പുറം നാം ചേക്കേറിയേനെ

ഞാന്‍ ഓ.കെ. ആണ്



ആരെങ്ങിലും ഒന്നിനും കൊള്ളാത്തവന്‍ (ഓ.കെ.) എന്നുള്ള പേര് കേട്ടിട്ടുണ്ടോ ? ഇല്ലേല്‍, അറിയുക എന്നെ വിശേഷിപ്പിക്കാനാണ് ഈ വാക്ക് മലയാളത്തില് ഉണ്ടാക്കിയത്‌. …. .  ഞാന്‍ എങ്ങനെ ഒന്നിനും കൊള്ളാത്തവന്‍ ആയി എന്നാവും, പറയാം…. Continue reading


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