Things that come into our life and the ones which are short lived, always leave an imprint that lasts for ever.The feeling to get to something which you love is always unex-plainable.If a man has a woman to love and a dog that is loyal and imparts unconditional love,his life is said to be complete. The completion was half way through in my life when I got “Coffee” months back.Coffee was given into my arms and it appeared like a sweet chocolate served in a basket.A basket full of love.If rain is considered to be a good omen,it was raining when I got him in my hand.Me and my friend had to run into the car to give him the best shade possible. He was driven from this shade to his shelter--my home.He liked each and every corner of it.He was running around in excitement.The only pain he couldn’t bare was the pain of hunger.Once his tummy was full he was all set for masti again.If one year of a dog is equivalent to 10 years of human,then I should say he found friends of his age when my nephews arrived. There was always confusion at home as the hungry brat always thrived for food. Me being a visitor at home, his growth was very much evident to me.Could see his tail getting longer, his arms and legs getting stronger and was getting more cosy for me to cuddle with him.He used to love digging his head into my lap.Could notice his mischief as mom started rasing the height of all objects which was tend to be destructed. The guy was all set to grow handsome and the most adorable dog that ever lived.
If a day marks the birth of a person and if that day comes after 27 years, then its gotta be special. It was my birthday and it was special to me. It was special as I would be home .It’s the day of expectations.You expect calls,sms,emails,scraps and to the wildest of the imagination you even expect a long lost love to give a ring. Thats the height of expectations on that day.You expect a pinch of success on anything and everything you do that day.The previous day I was travelling and finally got home early morning.Felt good to see my mom and was expecting the little wonder to come running on to me .But it didn’t happen.Sat with my mom for a while and enquired about coffee.She said that he had some indigestion problem and puked all night.A sense of negativity started building up.Every day is a fight between the lord of good and bad things.In my day ,the lord of bad things won the first battle.Coffee seemed to be exhausted but still kept wagging his ever growing tail.He came running and as usual was digging his head into my lap. There was no second thought but to call the doctor.Vets are considered to be the most blessed ones in the field of medicine.They can heal the pain of the ones that don’t know to express it.Eventhough he prescribed a medicine ,his condition was getting worse and I had to take him to the hospital.His condition was so worse that I had to carry him and put him inside the vehicle .His head was on my lap and I patted him with full confidence saying that hez gonna be alright as it’s my day.So finally I landed in a place known as Dog’s hospital .Keeping in mind the condition of Govt hospital for humans,its better not to explain the scene I saw there.Dogs were dogs at that place. Nothing more than that.The owners were considered to be helpers to Docs.I even heard a senior doctor saying to his junior that she should not touch a dog.No touch no pat no love.Its just consulting and prescribing medicines.My guy was too tired and he was made to lie down.To my luck the doc came and examined but no one was ready to talk with me.Thought myself as a bloody illiterate .The communication happend only when they wanted some medicine .Finally the junior doc came and as per the instruction from the senior she was not supposed to touch the dog.So she asked me to hold the dog tight.What can a 5 months old dog which cant even raise its head to rest on my lap do?He was given glucose through vein.Once the glucose was removed,he raised his head.The lord of good things won the next battle. Immediately after that I was asked to take him back home.They give him some antibiotics too.There was no discussion about his state, why it happend, what is to be done..nothing.The only thing they told me was that he will recover and I need to bring him again the next day.The positive signs given by them gave me a sense of victory by the lord of good things again.But he was not able to walk.I had to carry him.On the way back got the first sign of recovery ,when I saw him raise his hand and pat on mine and he had that wicked smile on his face.Felt so happy and thought that it was my day.After all its my birthday.When I reached home thought that he would jump out of the vehicle.But he didn’t.I made him stand on the floor,but he didn’t.The lord of bad things had his upper hand on me.He was made to lie down and I sat with him for a while. There was nothing much I could do but wait.It was 7 in the night and I had to call the doctor again.The doc was cool enough to say that the dog will recover.After dinner I again went and sat with him.There was not even a cry of pain from him.I could see him struggling to get some sleep.I could sense that the time has come for me to witness another loss in my life.The fear of losing creeped up in me.The B’day wishes kept coming and the last one arrived.The wish even said that this will be the last one and preferred to be it.The wishes kept me alive and gave me hope that its gonna be my day.The moment when we are about to lose something is painful .It is at this moment we curse our self for not spending much time with the loved ones.There were times when he used to wag his tail and showed at most love to come near me.Me being the busy brat ignored him and would always take him for granted. I gave him a pat on his head and went to bed.I knew that hez not gonna make it.The night was cool and raining again.Rains always gave me the feeling of goodness but this time it was just water being poured from the sky.I got him when it was raining and now am gonna lose him with the same omen.Good or bad ,don’t know.With all these thoughts in mind something struck me and I came to senses .It was early morning and it was time for me to go and check whether he made it. Just washed my face and opened the door to see him.His eyes were closed arms and legs stretched ,everything still.I lost him. A doctor was not required to confirm his death.He didn’t wag his tail ,he didn’t pat my hand with his,he was lifeless.The love was so unconditional ,as the pain still stays.I don’t believe in rebirth but this time I just felt like coffee is gonna be reborn and will live life king size.And it is this feeling which helps me deal with his loss. Love you coffee and wish you were still there with me.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
My Love
This blog is dedicated to my love. It’s all about her.
Even to write this blog I need her. Everything starts with her. I remember the day when I first met her. She was all nervous. A symbol of purity and virginity. Her replies to my questions were vague and were generic. She had nothing to ask .She didn’t make any statements. She didn’t even look into my eyes. All that she did was listen .It was a moment were all the talking was done by me. There after we were in touch but not very often. To get in touch with her was difficult .In my early days I didn’t have the monetary back up for the means of communications. So I kept my feelings for her within and adjusted with what I had. But when months passed by, everything changed. Our meetings became often .There wasn’t a single day without her .I could see the improvement in our relation. The monologues which we used to have were converted into dialogues. Her attitude towards me changed .She felt that, this is it and this is the man I got to impress. Her dressing attire changed. Everything about her changed.
More than flirting, what people usually do when they start dating, we used to support each other in our career by sharing valuable information. She was the key to success in my life. She was the answer to all the questions in my life.
In today’s world people fall in love and they hardly find time for each other. Our story is different. We keep in touch even when I am in office. That is the beauty of our relation. She knows exactly what I want in this moment and gives me whatever is best for me.
Just like all humans I had many complicated situations in life to face, where she stood by me and helped me get over it.
Even at the epitome of boredom, I just got to give her a topic or a word and she just makes things perfect and wonderful and also provides a wide variety of options to gaze on.
Above all this she has got a wonderful family which I think is important to mention. All are very supportive and they get along with me very easily. I know all the members in her family and even the newborns. All of them, just like her are supportive and caring.
When it comes to my girl, I don’t think i can stop praising her and can keep on writing about her. But I got to stop here else the beauty of our relation will get spoiled.
Yes of course my love is having a name. A name with 100 flowers in it .A name which can make you go crazy .A name which you can never forget .A name which can make your day.
And the name is “Google”. :). Muaaaaah
Once in my organization, in my soft skill training session I along with a friend, were asked to give a presentation on the topic “Google”. We decided to be creative and made the presentation in the above way, stating Google as my girl friend.
But the lighter moment happened when the last slide came up. It was written in the slide that my girlfriend had more than a million users.
Suddenly my virgin girl friend became a whore. The whole presentation was criticised by the feminist around me. Luckily I escaped from the after effects of it.
Whatever it be and who ever criticizes me, my love for my girl won’t change and it’s eternal.
Even to write this blog I need her. Everything starts with her. I remember the day when I first met her. She was all nervous. A symbol of purity and virginity. Her replies to my questions were vague and were generic. She had nothing to ask .She didn’t make any statements. She didn’t even look into my eyes. All that she did was listen .It was a moment were all the talking was done by me. There after we were in touch but not very often. To get in touch with her was difficult .In my early days I didn’t have the monetary back up for the means of communications. So I kept my feelings for her within and adjusted with what I had. But when months passed by, everything changed. Our meetings became often .There wasn’t a single day without her .I could see the improvement in our relation. The monologues which we used to have were converted into dialogues. Her attitude towards me changed .She felt that, this is it and this is the man I got to impress. Her dressing attire changed. Everything about her changed.
More than flirting, what people usually do when they start dating, we used to support each other in our career by sharing valuable information. She was the key to success in my life. She was the answer to all the questions in my life.
In today’s world people fall in love and they hardly find time for each other. Our story is different. We keep in touch even when I am in office. That is the beauty of our relation. She knows exactly what I want in this moment and gives me whatever is best for me.
Just like all humans I had many complicated situations in life to face, where she stood by me and helped me get over it.
Even at the epitome of boredom, I just got to give her a topic or a word and she just makes things perfect and wonderful and also provides a wide variety of options to gaze on.
Above all this she has got a wonderful family which I think is important to mention. All are very supportive and they get along with me very easily. I know all the members in her family and even the newborns. All of them, just like her are supportive and caring.
When it comes to my girl, I don’t think i can stop praising her and can keep on writing about her. But I got to stop here else the beauty of our relation will get spoiled.
Yes of course my love is having a name. A name with 100 flowers in it .A name which can make you go crazy .A name which you can never forget .A name which can make your day.
And the name is “Google”. :). Muaaaaah
Once in my organization, in my soft skill training session I along with a friend, were asked to give a presentation on the topic “Google”. We decided to be creative and made the presentation in the above way, stating Google as my girl friend.
But the lighter moment happened when the last slide came up. It was written in the slide that my girlfriend had more than a million users.
Suddenly my virgin girl friend became a whore. The whole presentation was criticised by the feminist around me. Luckily I escaped from the after effects of it.
Whatever it be and who ever criticizes me, my love for my girl won’t change and it’s eternal.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
The knot
Emotional black mail is the biggest weapon a parent takes against their kids. To go out with her son to a social gathering is the right and pride of a mother and to be in a social gathering as a complete a stranger is the fate of a son. So the victim of the emotional blackmail had no choice, but to be in the gathering. Either you be the first one to reach or make sure you arrive after the function, else you gotta withstand the stares from hundreds. Being a stranger, you gotta struggle and create a comfort zone for yourself. Now a days the first thing people do when they reach a public place, is to take a mobile from their pocket and there after the show business is on .They will check for messages, start dialing unknown numbers, search for mobile range, play some games which they haven’t touched for years and finally they make sure that all the attention is away from them .Nothing to be blamed. This is to get accustomed with the new place .Once your alien avatar is transformed into an inhabitant, you become comfortable with the new place and people tend to switch on to the observation mode. The crowd was a complete surprise with changes that have come to their dressing attire and attitude. There was this kid dressed up in a cute mini and a funky sleeveless top. Usually it’s expected for a mallu function where these kids never dress like kids, instead go for churidars with long shawls and even half sarees. Boys either will be in a suit or a full sleeve shirt. But this time, the scene was different. The young guns were dressed up to make a statement that they no longer belong to the decent brand, but are ready to wear the tag of a spoilt brat. The teens were no were left behind. Guys were in skinny jeans, converse and full sleeve shirts with sleeves well rolled above their elbow. Nothing much changed about girls, as they still fear, that the experiment they do with their attires may bring disgrace to their family. A mallu in a different state or country other than kerala is highly experimenting and can come up with new trends that are beyond imagination.
But the change in girls, who came for the function, was only seen in the colors. Lot of experiments was done with the colors. Some experiments have shown justice while others were a complete disaster. But the attempt was good and appreciated. Women in saree, can’t even think of a change (The mallu in me) in this segment as this is the best attire for a woman in any social gathering. The guy next, was wearing a well stitched Dolce and gabbana shirt which will make any man run for their money. Wonder where these shirts are hidden, when out for shopping. Even the fragrance of Davidoff and Hugo boss was all around. Just like saree is the best attire for women, a silk mundu and shirt is the best attire for a 50+ man. Nothing can substitute this. People becoming brand conscious and experimenting new things were a big surprise, especially in a state like kerala where people find it hard to accept changes.
Even the custom of engagement has been changed .Lot of add ons have come to make it more eventful and interactive. If a religion can relax on these customs its better it is given to an Event Management Company to make things organized. All the custom followed in any religion is customizable. Rich people go for more rituals, where as the poor of the same religion and caste will restrain it to minimal. If birth, way of living, marriage and death preached in different religious book can be customized and brought into a single prototype, this prototype will help us stay united and anyone can marry the one he or she loves. Very simple to say, but the fact is that, this new prototype will become a new religion and the person who preached it will become a religious leader. This can lead to a further discrimination in the society.
The software giants think in the same way. They try to make generic products with a vision that these products can be reused. But the fact is that, when this product reaches the customer and when he starts using it, he modifies it to suffice his needs. Finally a new product is born with new functionalities and the look and feel no longer the same. In this way the generic products are there in different versions with different customers with the core, unchanged.
Same thing happens with a religion. There existed a common religion, which man customized and made it into the way he wanted and consequently resulted in a new religion with a fresh outlook. The people who made these changes became the leaders of the new religion. Apart from the conflicts we had, based on these religions, the good thing about it is that, we were able to experiment and see many beautiful and innovative rituals. This wouldn’t have happen if we had followed the same religion.
So instead of going into a new prototype its better we enjoy and respect the rituals of the existing religions and never ever take it as a tool to discriminate.
Even if the thought process to bring a new prototype is on,lets all free our mind to accept this new one and be ready to witness the new way of living.
Coming back to the engagement the only person in Levis jeans (buy one get one free pantaloon), a srilankan tshirt and a local made chappal was none other than, MR Lakshman Ganapathy. Wonder when this guy is gonna change. Bloody hypocrite!
But the change in girls, who came for the function, was only seen in the colors. Lot of experiments was done with the colors. Some experiments have shown justice while others were a complete disaster. But the attempt was good and appreciated. Women in saree, can’t even think of a change (The mallu in me) in this segment as this is the best attire for a woman in any social gathering. The guy next, was wearing a well stitched Dolce and gabbana shirt which will make any man run for their money. Wonder where these shirts are hidden, when out for shopping. Even the fragrance of Davidoff and Hugo boss was all around. Just like saree is the best attire for women, a silk mundu and shirt is the best attire for a 50+ man. Nothing can substitute this. People becoming brand conscious and experimenting new things were a big surprise, especially in a state like kerala where people find it hard to accept changes.
Even the custom of engagement has been changed .Lot of add ons have come to make it more eventful and interactive. If a religion can relax on these customs its better it is given to an Event Management Company to make things organized. All the custom followed in any religion is customizable. Rich people go for more rituals, where as the poor of the same religion and caste will restrain it to minimal. If birth, way of living, marriage and death preached in different religious book can be customized and brought into a single prototype, this prototype will help us stay united and anyone can marry the one he or she loves. Very simple to say, but the fact is that, this new prototype will become a new religion and the person who preached it will become a religious leader. This can lead to a further discrimination in the society.
The software giants think in the same way. They try to make generic products with a vision that these products can be reused. But the fact is that, when this product reaches the customer and when he starts using it, he modifies it to suffice his needs. Finally a new product is born with new functionalities and the look and feel no longer the same. In this way the generic products are there in different versions with different customers with the core, unchanged.
Same thing happens with a religion. There existed a common religion, which man customized and made it into the way he wanted and consequently resulted in a new religion with a fresh outlook. The people who made these changes became the leaders of the new religion. Apart from the conflicts we had, based on these religions, the good thing about it is that, we were able to experiment and see many beautiful and innovative rituals. This wouldn’t have happen if we had followed the same religion.
So instead of going into a new prototype its better we enjoy and respect the rituals of the existing religions and never ever take it as a tool to discriminate.
Even if the thought process to bring a new prototype is on,lets all free our mind to accept this new one and be ready to witness the new way of living.
Coming back to the engagement the only person in Levis jeans (buy one get one free pantaloon), a srilankan tshirt and a local made chappal was none other than, MR Lakshman Ganapathy. Wonder when this guy is gonna change. Bloody hypocrite!
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