Petrol story

ഇന്നലെ പെട്രോൾ അടിക്കാൻ കയറിയപ്പോലിറ്ററിന് 88 രൂപ. ഇന്ത്യ- വിൻഡീസ് പരമ്പരയിൽ സെഞ്ചുറി തികയ്ക്കാൻ സാധ്യത ഉണ്ട്
സാങ്കല്പിക കഥാപാത്രങ്ങളുടെ അഭിമാനം കാക്കാൻ നിരത്തിലിറങ്ങുന്ന ലക്ഷങ്ങൾ സ്വന്തം അഭിമാനം/ വരുമാനം/ സ്വാതന്ത്ര്യം സംരക്ഷിക്കാൻ നിരത്തിലിറങ്ങിയിരുന്നെങ്കിൽ നാട് നന്നായേനെ

Happy Friendship Day

Roughly 14 years ago I was in college, trying to gain some acceptance into any one of the groups around. It wasn't an easy thing for an average guy with not enough pedigree or pocket money.

Then out of nowhere senior students barged into our class and beat up a batchmate (that asshole is an IAS officer today). I volunteered to be a witness at the police station. It was the first time I was seeing the insides of a police station.
Looking back it was a turning point for me. New friends, politics, ideology. Things did a 270 degree turn after a couple of years but the memory still remains.
Needless to say after graduation all the rival gangs compromised the case on realization that survival matters more than the politics.

A few days ago I visited a local pub alone. My regular drinking buddy was touring Europe with his wife and I was missing my vodka. The stench of the place is unbearable but you get adjusted in minutes.
After the drinks I was riding my scooter home when I saw police on the curve I was stopped and asked to breathe out and was caught.

I sat morosely at the station as the in-charge asked me to call up a friend as I realized to my horror that I had none.

Guys as a word of advise take pains to cultivate friends. We easily tend to recline into a self-coccoon. But over the years we will not realize all the good times you would have missed .

കൊലക്കയർ

ഇന്ന് ജ്യൂസ് കടയിൽ പത്രം വായിച്ചിരന്നപ്പോ സുഹൃത്തായ പോലീസ് വന്നു
എന്താ വായിക്കുന്നേ?
കൊലക്കയർ.
പാവം ഞങ്ങടെ പയ്യന്മാരാ. പെട്ടു പോയി. സാരമില്ല. ഊരും

ഞാൻ ഈ പാവങ്ങളുടെ ഫോട്ടോ നോക്കി. ശരിയാ കണ്ടാ പറയില്ല

Greener Grass

The early morning, phone rang up with a notification. Probably it's from someone in a different time zone. I hoped it would be a cute chic. But the 'true-caller' claimed it is a old friend from my previous company.

He came from a rural rustic backdrop of Bihar. Someone i have never seen growing up.
He ate most cost effective food, wore the most cost effective dress and travelled the cost effective way in the hope of saving enough.

As luck would have it, he got into a niche technology, worked hard studying it and moved on. I joined what is called the largest bank and took a different turn altogether.

As I was saying his mellow heart cried when he thought others were earning better.
So he pinged me after years and wanted a treat from me.

I asked him where is he at this odd hour

'USA'

'Thank God, i can't give you a treat'

As I listened to his reasons on why I was considered to be luckier i was picturising all the 'right' turns i missed

Irreverent

വർഷങ്ങൾക്കു മുമ്പ്, പെണ്ണുകണ്ട്, നാട് നിരങ്ങി, ചായ കുടിച്ച് നടക്കുന്ന കാലം.
കാണാൻ കൊള്ളാകുന്ന ഒരു പെണ്ണും matrimonial site വരില്ല. അവർ മാർക്കറ്റിൽ വരുന്ന മുമ്പേ already booked ആകും.
പത്തനംതിട്ട അച്ചായത്തിയെ കണ്ടതോർക്കുന്നു. അവളെ കിട്ടാൻ തള്ളിയ തള്ള്.

ഞാൻ പറഞ്ഞു വന്ന വിഷയം അതല്ല. അന്നൊക്കെ അച്ചന്മാരുടെ ഭാര്യമാരെ ശ്രദ്ധിക്കും. എന്നാ glamour. പോരാത്തേനു നല്ല വിവരം. ഞാൻ അലോചിക്കും :ഇവരിതു എങ്ങനെ ഒപ്പിക്കുന്നു.

ഒന്നാലിചച്ചാ stable job, സമൂഹത്തിൽ നല്ല പേര്, കുട്ടികൾക്ക് പഠിക്കാൻ സൗകര്യം, ഇടക്ക് അമേരിക്ക ഗൾഫ് ടൂർ. പിന്നെന്തു വേണം

Stories from the cockpit

Have you heard of girls speaking disgustedly about guys who do public exhibitionism. Ah well I am one who doesn't do it in public but have done a few in private.

I  derive considerable pleasure talking sex or remotely sexual topic online. Thanks to the deluge of social media, I have never been starved off the pleasure.

Many of my office colleagues and friends have been subject to my weird engagement. I have lost count, but quite a handful have seen my little guy in different stages of erection. Some have outright blocked me, some have threatened and some just curious.

I am writing this because I haven't posted anything stupid in a while. A few weeks ago I found this wonderful person in Twitter. I tried many things to heckle her off and sometime ago (although unintended) she had to see my little guy.

The poor thing might not have seen anything uglier in life and I thought she might have said fuck off. But no being the wonderful person she's, she still speaks to me.

All I want to say is , it's quite lucky to land up with a great friend

Rich Catch

The last day the dinner table at our humble home was set on fire when Mom let out the juicy gossip of the day. The middle-class-average profiled- Christian- guy is marrying the daughter of  a filthy rich Hindu abkari contractor.

The filthy rich businessman belongs to a famously notorious family. He donned the garb of anti-corruption crusader and then married his other daughter to the son of most corrupt minister in the state. Now you may have got some idea of who is who in the story?

I wondered who might the lucky guy be, who hit the jackpot as Dad went bonkers about the Christians youths drifting away from the religion doing inter caste marriages. Apparently long long long ago Israelites were entrapped by their neighbourhood enemies by seducing them into sexual orgy with women of other faith. I spent good part  of my childhood wondering about men who sacrificed their women for the orgies and Israeli women who sat at home and baked breads as their husbands came back home tired after hard day of orgy.

Let us move away from the orgy and come to the point. Dad went on and on about the lost souls. And I told him the dumb guy would make a fat donation and buy back his soul. What is it that money can’t do?

 

LOVE IS BLIND, BUT MAKE SURE THE FATHER IN LAW HAS A FAT WALLET AND NO ONE TO SHARE IT WITH