U are in show time

When it comes to hypocrisy and moral supremacy , no one can beat a Mallu.

We have this penchancy for the fake American Malayalam accent where you roll your tongue and make all words ineligible. Somehow Malayalee developed a fetishism for it and worked hard for this phony accent.

There was this long running Reality show anchor. A very successful program. Although not so very good looking, she had this cool attitude and a very fake nasal accent which hit the Malayalee at his G spot. The program was a superhit and the anchor was made inevitable part of it... Ranjini Haridas.

Recently I watched a YouTube video labelled Ranjini the arrogant. It was a show in another channel were she graciously volunteered to sit on the dais for a character assasination.. And so called laymen vociferously fighting for and against her. And she was dressed in boots and skin tight jeans egging them on...about her outspokeness , drinking , sex..

All the private channels have done one good thing for the public. A push and shove race where the average man can be the superstar provided he has a verbal diahorrea

Good mornings 10082012

Opening the newspaper is a horror these days. The glum mood is spreading through out the globe.

1. The so called missionary Yohanan collaborates with government to a massive land grabbing
2. A jawan suicides unable to stand the torture of his officers. Imagine Indian army is most disciplined and resilient. The barracks rises in rebellion.
3. A married lady and her mother conspires to kill the father as he opposed her extra marital affair.
4. The elected representatives and ministers come out openly in support of illegal estates and resorts.
5. The home minister of worlds largest democracy is clueless about his job

In me

Yesterday a friend asks me , Why you getting to be talking less these days!
I am discovering there's a inner self hidden from all, which might not be very pleasant. I'm discovering its no use fighting it. Rather I will have to come in to terms with it.

Good mornings 01082012

I was up in the ungodly hour to catch my Monday morning train. I rolled out the car to find it punctured. I ran to the street to catch the taxi and the laptop bag broke and fell off my shoulder. I waited endlessly for the taxi and that guy charges heavy money...because its ungodly hour.

I learn in the evening that laptop crashed. I had only put a new battery recently. The portable drive had crashed a few weeks ago . The next day I discover a wrongful financial transaction I authorized and which can't be reversed.

Today morning what can possibly go wrong .

But things aren't that good all over India too ..be it the Olympics or the electricity or the inflation

Let's face it with a smile and call it resilience

GOOD MORNINGS

Good mornings 27072012

I read about the 'black salute' in Mexican Olympics. The bravery shown by the two American athletes and an Australian , the subsequent excommunication of all the three was inspirational.

I wonder if our Indian athletes know at all about significance of London Olympics and the connection with Bhopal massacre. Will we see an Indian black salute this time ?

Good morning 26072012

This is one such morning, where you wake up to find some inherent sadness. There's some void and I'm not finding that person to complete the void.

Last days I've been finding how brittle the thing called friendship is. I'm finding pointlessness in all unreal relationships.

Last days I've been also craving for food. Food has become that's so unfulfilling

Hey Sam!!!

That was a time , when the popular question among the kids was ' Who's your best friend?'

Oh God and I used to sweat on all these questions on best friend, favorite color, favorite food...

So as not to be left out , I looked around. Best friend is defined as one with whom you can share all your secrets and who's going to be there in times of need.

I looked around. There was this guy with a very very wide grin. He spoke very little. I decided this was the guy with whom I will share all my secrets. So I kept on talking and he kept on listening. And he was such a handsome guy.

Later he took me to his home. He had a father who ran some business in Gulf. But he seemed to be here more than there.  Although he didn't tell me much, I could make out the strains of a dysfunctional family. His dad was pretty much strict man who tried to pester him to greatness (more like mine ). His two sisters were at peek of marriageable age.

By the way, his name was Sam. Internet rage had only started hitting my place. The broadband wave hadn't hit yet. There were internet 'cafes' doing brisk business. I thought creating an email account was as difficult as creating a real post office address. I asked Sam for his help. He led me to the most popular cafe and within minutes I had a hotmail account. And later on with a lot of shyness I asked him to show me how to browse porn. I had read in the magazines that internet porn had become a rage. He taught me the basic steps. Desibaba was the most popular site back then. I went on to become a die hard desibaba fan.

Years rolled on, I totally lost touch with Sam. A few days back, thanks to Facebook, I met him again virtually. He gave me the good news that he's getting married to a girl from a different caste, language.  I wonder how his dad gave the green signal in the first place.

I was stunned. How much life has changed from all those horny teen days. Internet cafes which were reaping huge profits back then died a slow death. Every home went on to have their broadband. Then PC started dying out to sleeker laptops. Right now I'm blogging in from a handheld phone while in a train.

No one uses letters any longer except for the document ridden government offices. I moved on from one email account to another. I can no longer remember my hotmail account. Years ago I fell in love with gmail and am continuing the affair.

You do well Sam. Have a great sexy married life, like all the porn movies we saw