Thursday, July 17, 2014

Melancholy in Bang-a-lore

I response to a friend's query about me:



I’m just fine
I’m just fine
I’m here still in ‘lore’ with a ‘bang’

I’ve been here
For too long
Now I need to kick me out

When? I donno
To where? I donno
I just know that I am glum

I’m still here
I’m still here
Walking, talking but lost feeling

Time stands still
Thoughts too still
Filled to the brim with blue at heart

But glum am I?
Donno too
Ran out of tears to cry my soul

Some climb high
Some reach stars
I’m jus’ so doomed in apathy

But…

I’m alive
I’m alive
Count on me to share your sobs

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

In a few seconds



They say when one dies, the person could see the moments of their life as if in a filmstrip; in a few seconds, their entire life being unrolled.

I experienced that. But the reverse. Not the past events, the future events.

Events which would happen in the future neatly unfurled inside my mind while I sat with my closed eyes, in front of the labour room. Inside the labour room was my wife delivering our second child. I could see a little girl in some school uniform, playing splashing water around, hanging out with friends, getting a deserving job, getting married, occasionally visiting us.. and that’s when the nurse came out holding a new born baby and called out my wife’s name. We rushed to the nurse who said it was a girl child! How did I know.  Ofcourse there are only two possibilities, but still how in the last minute (or is it the first few minutes) I could dream so vividly about the life of my (yet unborn) daughter. The journey from the dark chamber of womb to bright spacious world was so momentous to me and to my daughter and ofcourse for my wife.

Welcome to the world, little one.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Now and Then


Sonny : Did you play snooker in computer when you were small?
Me: No, I didnt have a computer when I was small
Sonny: Did you have a TV?
Me: No (recollecting that we bought a TV when I was 8 years old)
Sonny: Did you have something to eat?
Me : ROFL

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

AAP cake



Me to my 5 year old: What do you think of the Aam Aadmi Party?

5 year old: Hmm.. Good, but will the party have a cake?

Me : !!

Friday, January 3, 2014

New found, good old C Radhakrishnan

Just completed reading C Radhakrishnan's "Karal Pilarum Kalam". It is a sequel to "Munpe Parakkunna Pakshikal". Meanwhile I also completed reading Jumpa Lahiri's "The Lowland". Infact "The Lowland" was a sandwich read between the two novels by C Radhakrishnan. I couldn't help comparing these two writers. What a difference. One an internationally celebrated author, the other much lesser known.

I would like to use the following metaphor to compare these two authors : C Radhakrishnan is a tree. A tree with strong roots and great spread of growth. But the radius of growth is limited. Jumpa Lahiri is like balloon - attractive, highflying, but lacks real substance. Lowland is a compelling novel, but naively crafted. There are unwanted instances of sexual gratifications in the novel. But largely its a blown up, pathless effort. It sure had the potential to be made into a novel, had some serious editing been done. I regret that I bought this book.Long listed for Man Booker Prize - yeah right!  Man Booker prize, for me has lost all its value the day when "The White Tiger" was awarded.

C Radhakrishnan's above two novels are much beyond the reaches of Man Booker prize. I can sense that the author has thought about the novel in English, but effortlessly scripted in Malayalam. For the same reason this could have been easily translated in English and could haven given all Jumpa Lahiris and Aravind Adigas a run for their money. There are graphic instances in his novels, which but the author communicates with ease and finesse that the reader will never once feel disgusting. The suspense and the thrill of progressive description is laudable. As a chronic late reader that I am, it took me about two decades to read C Radhakrishnan. But no regrets, as some one says - a book finds the reader, when the reader is ready for the book. So, the greatest discovery during 2013 for me was C Radhakrishnan.


Friday, December 20, 2013

Helmet, forever

Is there an expiry date for a helmet? Unless it is broken?

My helmet is about 12 years old and still running. It has helped me during couple of incidents - minor though. There are few bruises on it, which I can live with. But otherwise as long as it fits my head, and serves the purpose, is there an expiry date for these stuffs? Or is it a life time product?

Just wondering if I am legally bound to update my helmet.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Stupid decisions. Really?

We take decisions on a daily basis. Small or big. Decisions have short term effects as well as long term implications. My professor used to explain there are three types of decisions - right decision, wrong decision and stupid decision. But often we wonder why did we decide so, or if only we decided differently the implications would have been better (or worse). It is not uncommon for a person to repent on his decisions.

Biologically, the electrical impulses which sometimes manipulate the brain are caused by over secretion of certain hormones. This explains the mob psychology and most unplanned criminal activity. Otherwise poor decisions are taken due to lack of sufficient information or under the pressure of time.

I think decisions are spatiotemporally influenced. No decisions are wrong at that particular space and time. Provided enough information is available, all decisions taken are right decisions. Later when the space and time differs these decisions appear stupid. Wise people accept that as a  stupid decisions and move on; but psychologically blind / myopic fellows (say, fanatics) just follow them.

So next time when you make fun of stupid decisions made by others (or by you) remember, those were right decisions, when those decisions were taken. Grow up, accommodate and do what is best for you in the present.