Looking forward...

Wedding: 9th November, 2011.
Muhurtham: between 9.30 a.m. and 11 a.m.
Venue: Marattil Kottaram Bhagavathy Kshethram, Maradu, Kochi, India.

The bitter truth..

All I wish is to live as long as my kids grow up - enough to start hating me for being their father.

On being practical...

If one doesn't get emotionally weak, a lot could be gained financially.

Oct 2

Somewhere sometime back a great man was born.
Somewhere nearby a little while ago someone close just died on me.

Some more pearls

If writing is like shagging, copy writing is like whoring.

Increase in the cost of living is directly proportional to the increase in the advertising revenue collected by the publications.

Till your time hasn't come, keep your senses responding. Stay prepared. Keep at it. When your time comes, take it.

Pearls of wisdom.

Losers look at life like they didn’t lose it at all. Instead, indulge in some ego masturbation and term the time wasted as experience.

Great xxx is like an exciting roller-coaster ride. You start like you just slipped and you need an extra breath to stay balanced. Then you have no idea where it’s going. Soon it feels like you badly want to stop it and don’t know how. Then it stops. And you want more.

Food is good. And tastes like heaven. Especially when you are hungry and your eye balls tend to roll out of their sockets.

And finally, it’s not that I don’t like to drink and drive. I just hate the police that stop me to check the toothpaste I use.

We.

We are because of the choices we make.

Importance. Of being myself.

I am the child. And the man.
I am the wise. And the fool.
I am the mature. And the immature.
I am the known. And the unknown.
In my efforts to love others around me, I forgot to love myself!!!

Kerala. Damp. Humid. And unreceptive.

Back home in Kerala. Did they miss me in the last three years? Off course, they did. Why? No one has a clue.

Everyone is still the same as I left them three years ago. Stubborn. Unmoving. And harsh. What are the expectations? Again, no clue.

What have I gained over the years? When I haven't been able to convince my own loved ones, what's the use of having the world at my feet? No clue.

Life's is burning out. A stand hasn't been taken as yet. Bloody hell. But what's the worth of the empire that's been built on the dead bodies of your own blood? Any clue?

Emotions. Plain & simple.

3.30 pm, 29th April, 2011, Dubai, UAE

On 29th March, exactly one month before the immensely discussed Royal Wedding, I was actually walking down the road that led to Westminster Abbey from Buckingham Palace with my friends Vicky and Roshan. Then, even for once, it didn't seem so important to me to be there to witness the mega-event just a month later, and in some strange way, be part of history.

In fact, at that point of time, I was somewhat irritated at all the hoopla that was made of it. All I could think of was to get out of that place at the earliest possible instance. Literally.

But today, as I sat watching the whole ceremony on live TV, I did feel a little sad. May be not for not being there to be watching what almost looked like a beautiful climax to a romantic comedy.

Leaving London for good, shouldn’t be bad after all.

May be it had more to do with the fact that it’s been four years since I met her. And three years into the relationship. And still, she’s there and I am here.

And I miss her. Damn.

Wait for me...

"Doorathu nee undankil penne... Ne oruthikku vendi njan thirichu varum..."
(something very beautiful I've heard in so many days)

On identity...

We are what we are because of what we do.

Strange are the ways of nature

As I move on in life, I am getting more and more accepted by strangers, who become friends, and friends who become family, who finally become soulmates. But then why is this gap between my blood and me widening constantly? This is more than what I have bargained for...

Adios London.

Done with London, finally. And now, moving on.

I hope, wish and pray - all is well. For me and for you and for the entire human race. And as for now, Dubai, here I come.

Chances are...

Someday, somewhere, in the near future, something really big might happen. I am not sure what it is, but it is surely happening. And I am sure of that.

I?

A normal human being. Living to give love. Take love. Make love.

On Tea vs Coffee...

I don't know what's so much special about a proper 'glass' (available at most of the wayside tea stall just anywhere in Kerala - not 'cup', it kills the joy of having tea) of STRONG tea. Strained (well, it could be the most dangerous part - to ask the chap who makes it for you to give it back strained - But I HATE the layer of butter that forms on the top and the white ones that get in along with the milk and swim around all over the glass - they look like dirty white torn linen flowing in muddy water - so straining is a must!) and spotless. With lots of sugar. With may be a packet of biscuits to go with it. To dip in it and let it melt in your mouth. I love it. Mmmmhh...

But then, the tea I make, PATHETIC...! I am just so hopeless at making tea.

So I always take the safest option out. Sippng hot 'cup' of sweet black coffee. Safe. Ya, as in SAFE! But if you add milk to it, well, I'd rather have plain hot water instead.

On hard times...

When things start going wrong for you. They all do together. One after another. With no particular order. And not necessarily they need to be connected with each other. There should be some science behind it. Only I am not too sure what it is.