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Due to my drinking habits and my screwed up linguistic ability I haven’t made a lot of friends in Kerala and therefore my social circle is restricted to handful of people from work, young people who are photographers, musicians or cinema lovers and some foreigners who don’t judge me for my drinking habits.

I was recently on a look out for a new house as the Mrs was planning to move in with me and therefore I was regularly on calls with a lot of real estate agents from and around Kochi. Around this time I was introduced to this 18 something young photographer from the city. Young, vibrant and very good at capturing moments on his camera, this guy often used to chat up with me and we used to discuss lot of things.

About a week ago, I was with this real estate agent who was taking me around the city to check suitable places for myself. Sitting in a rikshaw, having travelled half of the city and totally pissed for not being able to find a good house and that is when this 18 something friend of mine popped up on the chat. He asked me about my whereabouts and  I informed him that I was a bit busy. He asked me if everything was fine. And then this was our conversation.

Me “Da ninaku Ernakulathu  nalla parijayam ondo?” (Do you have a lot of contacts in Ernakulam?)

He “Avishatil erre onda, JK para JK’kyu enda vendiyada”  (Enough and more. Let me know what you want)

Me “Eda Nalla Weedu noki erangiyada, onnum kittanu illa” (I am out searching for some house,couldn’t find any)

He “Machchan, tension adikyenda, njan opichu taraam”  (Buddy, you need not be worried. I will arrange it for you)

Me “Thanks da. Will catch up with you later


I went ahead with the house hunting only to be disappointed and come back home. It must have been around 9 in the night, I was indulged in a book, and that is when I heard my phone calling out for my attention. I lazily walked across and answered ‘my photographer’ friend’s call.

He: “Hello Machcha. You home?”

Me: “Yeah. why?”

He:  “Open the door; I have got something for you. Good news only. Open, no”

I smiled thinking about the ‘No’ as he used it and opened the door. He was standing there smiling wide and his hands extended.

I was wondering what it would be. A lot of thoughts ran through my house hunting occupied head. A key to some beautiful house, somebody’s number who has a house or might be some simple gift were some of my guesses.

I reached out and he slowly placed what was in his hand into mine. I couldn’t recognize what it was until I smelled it. Strongly smelling like weed, tightly packed in a plastic, light and very much confusing.  This was confusing because he knew that I was neither into drugs nor into alcohol and giving this to me definitely didn’t make any sense. The confusion on my face was evident and his smile faded away.

He asked me with a frown on his face “Machchan alle paranje, nalla Weed’u venam enu” (Buddy you told me that you wanted some good weed)

And I could not stop laughing


So one of my house mates, the beautiful (now a celebrity after her debut as an actress in the Malayalam cinema) Dominica Mencel has planned to go back to her country, well she is Polish. Oh yes I live with two white chicks and a brown man (I am darker shade of grey so have to respect the superior race or some shit like that). We have a beautiful house, thanks to our beautiful landlady Parvathy Janardhanan.

So to the story, Dominica informed me that she is leaving Kochi this weekend and so she wished to cook dinner for us, also wishing to spend the evening with us. We were game, even after having known her for a long time, because we still have that rush of excitement every time we talk to these white chicks. (Blame the Porn effect or Pron as Varun-the brown guy often pronounces). I was unnaturally sad and soon realized that I would miss some of her funny questions in her beautiful accent. When I say funny questions, I really mean funny. To cite an example “What are you doing with your coconuts?” in a heavy Polish accent that emphasized so much on the nuts. The only thing you can do is to stare at her in disbelief.

So this sadness had to be overcome and so I decided to give her a surprise or more like buy some cake for ourselves to eat after the delicious dinner she had promised.

So, while at work, I call up one of these Bakers and ask them to prepare a cake and make sure that the cake is completely white. The conversation

Me “Please make sure that the cake is completely white”

He “This will be the best cake saar”

Me “Thank you and also, I want  ~Good Bye Hot Chick~ Written on it”

He “Just a minute, let me write it down”

Me “Sure, it is ~Good Bye Hot Chick~ and put that in red”

He “Got it, just come and collect it by 10:00 PM”

Me “Yes, I will but do you want me to send you ~ Good Bye Hot Chick~ in an SMS”

He “Whaaat sir? You will get the best cake tonight”

Well that was an assurance and sounded very promising.

So she cooked the food and all of us were sitting together about to have dinner, suddenly the Promising Baker calls me up and tells me that the Best Cake is ready.

I jump off the bean bag and rush to get the cake. Tell them that I have to meet a friend; the usual Tanya (the other white chick) comments come pouring down on me for being rude and asocial. I ignore her ramblings because she happens to be one of the closest people I am with and I know she can be ignored if and when needed.

I drive to the baker’s and see this guy standing there, he didn’t seem very promising. I tell him that I am the guy who has come for the ‘Hot Chick’ cake.

The cake is packed in a box and with a plastic knife stuck on it. I am impressed but out of excitement and curiosity I ask him, if I can see the cake before I take it home. The guy nods and cut through the thin tape and opens up the ‘Best Cake’ to me, I am not so sure if words can describe the disbelief

This is what it opened to

I am not sure what I was supposed to do; I took the cake and left because they were waiting for me. I wasn’t sure about the reception I would get back at home. I knocked the door and Dominica was happy to see me bring a cake. Tanya was surprised and Varun appreciated the gesture. I asked them to open the box. The only thing I remember is Tanya and Dominica bursting out into a nonstop laughter. It turned out to be the Best Cake Dominica had ever had in India and Tanya has got something to pull my leg for. As for Varun and me, we will go back home today and finish the White Cake sorry the Best Cake.

Mein hoon Manmohan and I am your fake Prime MInister.
I lead some scamming ministers, iraadey unkey sinister.
Sanaatta hain mere bheetar, aur muchi hulchul charo aur.
Someday I will talk, I do hope, but then I am puppet and tied to the rope.
Coz I am a nadaan gudiya aur nachchaaye mujhe ye firangi bhudiyaa.

Scam Scandals aur Anna ne macha rakha hain mere naak mein dum,
I am suffering all this for that Rahul, who is nothing but a scum.
Been called a lame duck, man of few words and even a puppet at work.
Though they aren’t just accusations but I take them with a smirk.
Coz I am a nadaan gudiya aur nachchaaye mujhko ye  firangi bhudiyaa.

Economics happened, so did wife and three kids. Also Sonia.
I thought my career was fine and someday India would shine.
But then Raja and co. gave me some scandals for opposition to whine.
Just like Anna even I have a clean Past but that loser can very well sit and fast.
All this and more.. just because .. well just because
I am a nadaan gudiya aur nachchaaye mujhko ye  firangi bhudiyaa.

And the Journey…

Posted: September 20, 2011 in The Thoughts
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Parvathi, as she introduced herself to me, must have been in her early 70’s. Her wrinkles defining her age more than her voice or spirit, she was cheerful and too relaxed for her age. I was wondering and waiting for a hot woman to occupy the vacant seat next to mine and that is when she walked in. The sorrow of having to spend the next 4 hours with a woman who has been on this earth, too many in numbers,  thrice your age in years must have been evident on my face coz she asked me “Are you expecting someone else, my child?”. I was ashamed and smiled with a nodding head in negative and uncertainty across my face. I pulled myself up from my relaxed posture and helped her with her seat and when I was done with her bags; she put her hands on my head and like most of the Indian grandmothers wished for my wellbeing. I smiled and more because I enjoy every bit of affection I get from strangers, typical of being me.

She pulled out ginger candy and offered some to me, I wasn’t sure but I took couple of them from her small, unsteady and wrinkled palm. She informed me that they were home made and appreciated her daughter in law for being kind to her, I smiled again.

She “So you don’t listen to music like most youngsters these days”

Me “Yes, at times. Not when I am travelling” I lied.

She “I don’t enjoy music these days, honestly I never did” and she gave me the most beautiful childlike smile a 70 year old woman can. I smiled and looked out of the window with the smile still across my lips. I wasn’t sure if it was her smile or the realization that, in a 70 year old woman, I found someone who doesn’t enjoy music just like me.

She enquired about what I do and where I am travelling to; my answers were short and were followed by her own detailed description about her journey along with the purpose. I was listening to her and in between would look at her earlobes and the diamond stuck in the earrings. The wrinkles on her face couldn’t be ignored and to me, it seemed as if, one line leads to the other and then the other. I was listening to her story of growing up, her childhood and how days were different then, her college, her love for the English language, days in England, marrying an air force guy, divorce, teaching at a famous college in Chennai and now living with her elder son in Kerala; every word of what she spoke was interesting and a  life lived.

She “So, aren’t you bored yet?”

Me “You are doing good to keep me entertained and I have a beautiful woman for company with a beautiful story. I am entertained Amma.” I smiled.

She “You know how to speak to a woman, don’t you?” and she patted me on my shoulder.

Blushed like every time and a smile that just confirmed my shyness. She drank some water and offered me some, for which I pulled out the bottled lemon drink. She smiled and asked me to pull out a small pillow from her luggage, which I did. She rested the pillow between her back and seat, also asked me to pull back her seat, which I did. She closed her eyes but kept talking, she told me about her recent fight with the back ache, how she was preparing herself and her family for her death and most importantly completing her book of poems she started as a teenager.

I am not sure when her words faded away taking her into a beautiful silence of the slumber, I watched out of the window as moments of thoughtfulness in my head made way for some poignant eagerness  to reach home.  Am not sure if I will ever meet this old woman again, I am not even sure if I want to, but the thoughts of those four hours will be etched in my memory for some unknown reason.


Random Thoughts

Posted: August 18, 2011 in The Thoughts
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Death would have been easier for the man I am

If death would have come with so much passion that I feel for her

Ask me for the reason I would look upon her

Ask me for the pain I wouldn’t know the reason

Not for the love I feel but the pain in that

Love seems lost or may be in love it seems

Drops of dream and all falling on to my closed eyes

All the more I am lost and all the more I am in love

She spoke of what I knew I would feel and she

She spoke of us and said its never, wish it was true for it seems forever

She saw my pain before I shared

As she asked me to keep away from her

Though I feel pain there as much I am in

Wild are the ways we think for the past we lived

Wild it would seem for the present we have

Love is what we do yet undefined for the world

Love all the more for it seems endless in all

Know her of her thoughts, her dreams and her love alike.

Know so much of pain in knowing that she is possessed.

Know as much pain, for I belong to her.

I stand crowded by relations lost in her thoughts,

Lost, I see her from a strange distance that’s strangely close.

Lost might be she but I know I walk along

Neither words of wisdom nor the curse of betrayal

Not even the pain of losing would hold us back

For I know its passion in all

Know not where it headed but know it isn’t right

Know it couldn’t have been better for the joy it gives

She asked, I spoke but in between thoughts lost

She knew, I mystified yet we knew the answers all the same

Times we spoke of love yet scared to define for we know

The pain there after would be the end of us

Or as she said I would be the end of her

Or she the end of me…..


P.S: Ignore the errors. Too Random. From Old Files

She was awake but her eyes still closed, she knew that he would be around. It was a routine, waking up to his head against her hand. It has been a journey living with him amongst other things, a journey that started off 7 years ago. “Kaveri, consider this to be a part of your life. Be strong and you can fight it ….out of you” the counselor told her as she sat there thoughtless and caring less about the new life she just started. She knew it was her, and nobody else, who has to live through whatever she been through and further. She wanted to move out of those wooden doors or at least spend sometime alone within any set of walls. She stood up and as she walked out of the door, she turned around and asked the counselor “Do you think having a pet be a good idea at this point in time?” The counselor unsure of what she meant smiled and nodded his head.

Driving through Delhi wasn’t something that was new to her; after 3 years of being married to the city but that day, it seemed different, felt different. A week ago she had survived what she dreaded the most. Cancer was something she was always scared of, the routine check up, the discovery and life changed forever. She called up D, as she called her husband, and asked if she should buy a pet. A man who adored her and stood by her through every bit of the joy and sorrow she been through, she knew he would ask her to go ahead. He asked her if he should come along but she wanted to be alone for sometime, free from any sort of attention. She parked her car and walked into this pet shop, she wasn’t sure if she would even buy one.

She stood there watching the birds beating their wings around the cage and trying to fly out of nothing, she saw her pain in that struggle. She had fought harder and still had to fight against this nothingness or a struggle against a certain end. Her eyes brimming with tears; it was more for her than the birds or was it for her and them. She decided against buying a pet. As she was walking out of the shop, she saw this teenager bringing in a pup, held against his chest. He smiled at her as she passed him, a smile as if he knew why she was there. She couldn’t walk further and turned around to see why the boy was there. He was there to sell this little thing and she instantly wanted it.

As she was driving back home, she kept looking back to see if the pup was on the seat. Lying against her hand bag and his eyes fixed on her; he seemed like a pair of socks on the back of the seat. There was something about him, a sense of understanding between them. It seemed as if he knew her pain and she knew of his thoughts, all a part of her imagery but to this day there is this understanding, a sense of belonging.

These memories and the years that went by, the tears flowing down her closed eyes and she felt his head against her hand. Another day with this beautiful being, another day it was… as always.

This is a part of my stupid imagination. Inspiration drawn from the tweets of @ikaveri.

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