Cris’s World

Has been a happening day. I have been part of a team to interview Madhupal (the same person who took Thalappavu). I had already managed to form quite an impression in the calls I made to fix the interview. After he confirmed his availability, I typed to my teammates a grand SMS about the success and brilliantly send it to Madhupal. Another time I had to make a call to him to let him know that there was going to be no payment. This is how the conversation went.

(I shall be hence known as BM – read Brilliant Me)

I am not a sports lover. I am not much of a cricket follower. A match on TV on a rare day is all I have to my credit of cricket know-how. So when I read Kumble was retiring, I thought “Guess its about time. Poor Nish wont be taking it good”. Poor Nish is my bro and he has a history of sitting sad over retirements, of people he says are absolutely talented. He did in 1994 when Paaji left the ground. Now is Kumble’s turn.

I have found a brand new urge to spread the spirit of keeping our city clean. Enthusiasm comes from watching auto rickshaw drivers take a left and then a right – I don’t mean the road turns, I am talking about their habitual ugh spitting. I have tried a few times to tell them “Chetta (Brother) we shouldn’t do it, we should keep our city clean”, but thought better of it, reminding self of certain barking traits they have shown incredible talent of. Besides its not just the auto rickshaw drivers that are to be blamed. I have seen people who study with me or work with me, do the same. I thought it’d be right to start with them first. Their excuse mostly is: so what do I do when I suddenly need to spit?

I actually went for an orkut community meet today. Why the actually-part needs stress is because like one of the people there pointed out, I usually have a face covered pic in my profile – so going public was not really my thing.
Anyway, this entry is to do an official report of the meeting. So here goes.

I landed late with my friend, who had to be tucked into the community a few minutes prior to the meeting. Five of them were there already. A couple of them I already knew and seeing them after years of scrapping was a huge joy - Sreejith and Vids. Three others were Sajith, Vivek and Sambath. And then there was my friend, Drisya.

I am not a religious person. So whatever I am about to say, is absolutely unbiased. I had a conversation with a friend some time back. He started talking about Orissa. Naturally, from his concerned tone, I was expecting him to talk about the mishaps and the killings there. But what seemed to have bothered him was the “unjust way they chose to convert people to Christianity”. Like I say I am not religious so I have nothing for or against that area. But I definitely was concerned about human lives. And so when human life was at stake, I cannot understand how anyone could be concerned about religious problems.

Egad third in the wedding series, I realize - this being first and this, second. So proceeding with the typical beginning - I have been to a wedding the other day. Being a hartal[strike], I walked. Oh I had company. In the form of an 80 year old. My Grandma. Now that I remember, she was walking too as a matter of fact. And since the two of us were headed for the same destination, you know the wedding place, we decided to walk together. And thus started our 3-hour long vacation trip.

Long nourished dream came true today. I saw K J Yesudas in person. It was a function to pay homage to the late singer Shantha P Nair. Yesudas had given a neat little speech and after few other speeches there was this wonderful documentary about the great lady. Really enjoyed listening to her speak about the old times and some of those old songs which I have heard my Mom sing often. Though it was an era totally faded in memories of the older generation, I found myself missing those times. It is a strange feeling that you get, like when you watch really old movies and imagine yourself in those times (I like to imagine myself in a theatre in those times watching that movie and the people and the world around me, rather than being inside the movie). Hard to put in words, cause it is not just nostalgia, its losing something you never knew the taste of, and something that brings with it the smell and the air of yester years. Maybe it is at times like this that you might want to imagine about multiple births and having spent one all that time ago.