Blue Ticks

June- After the first rain of the monsoon, as the remnants of a downpour slowly dripped down the leaves onto the ledge, splashed onto the window in a thousand droplets and slid down into an indistinguishable pool, I thought about you. I remembered the rainy days and how unromantic the rain felt when we were just trying to get home as fast as we can and make some hot coffee and warm our hands on the cup. I wanted to ask you if it was raining there as well. I didn’t. You wouldn’t like it.

July- new city, new people. I remembered how I met you for the first time. Have you made new friends? I wanted to ask.

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ഒരു കടം

ഇന്ന് ഞങ്ങള്‍ കൂട്ടുകാരെല്ലാം കൂടെ പുതിയ വീട്ടിലേക്ക്‌ താമസം മാറ്റി. ലോറിയിലേക്ക്‌ കെട്ടും ഭാണ്ഡവും എല്ലാം കയറ്റി കഴിഞ്ഞപ്പോള്‍ പതിവ് പോലെ ഒരു സംശയം – “എന്തെങ്കിലും മറന്നോ?” ഈ സംശയം പാരമ്പര്യമായി അമ്മയുടെ അടുത്ത് നിന്ന് കിട്ടിയതായിരിക്കണം.

എല്ലായിടത്തും ഒന്നു കൂടെ പോയി നോക്കിക്കഴിഞ്ഞപ്പോള്‍ കുറേ ഓര്‍മ്മകള്‍ അല്ലാതെ വേറൊന്നും കിട്ടിയില്ല. അക്കൂട്ടത്തില്‍ ഒരെണ്ണം.

പണ്ടൊരിക്കല്‍ ഒരു വീടുമാറ്റം. വര്‍ഷം ആയിരത്തി തൊള്ളായിരത്തി തൊണ്ണൂറ്റി രണ്ട്. ഞാനന്ന്‍ രണ്ടിലോ മറ്റോ ആണ്. കുഞ്ഞനിയത്തി നേഴ്സറിയിലും. അവള്‍ക്കന്നുകാലത്ത് ഒരു കുഞ്ഞ് മുറം ഉണ്ടായിരുന്നു “അടുക്കള” കളി കളിക്കാന്‍. Continue reading

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star…

Today is a rainy day. Sitting in the veranda watching rain, sipping hot cardamom flavored black coffee reading “To whom it may concern” by Shariq Iqbal with old Malayalam classics in the ears is feeling like Heaven. Kadali Vaazha kayyilirunnu kaakkayinnu virunnu vilichu… Virunnukaara.. virunnukaara… Virunnu kaara vannatte….

Kaanana Chayayilaadu meeykkan njaanum varatteyo nintekoode…Paadilla paadilla namme nammal…paade marannonnum cheythu koodaa..

Kasthoori thailamittu mudi minukki….muthodu muthu vecha vala kilukki… kayyil muthodu muthu vecha vala kilukki… Mandaarakkulanagare kulichorungi… mangalya thattamitta puthukkappennu  maaril manjaadi marukulla midukkippennu…

Aree wah!!

Kuyile thedi Kuyiline theedi.. kuthichu paayum maara…Pattu kupppayakkaara…

I closed the book… Though it has been long due to return it to Vivek, he wouldn’t need it now as the university exams is going on. FYI: The author is his friend.

Just now the song changed to Ellarum chollanu ellarum chollanu… Ellarum chollanu ellarum chollanu kallane nenjilennu… karimkallanee nenjilennu…

This song brought back school memories to me. It reminded me of a person I knew at School. She was in our senior batch. We were not really friends… But I liked her and disliked her at the same time (For that matter her entire class – You know school day class rivalries) I really liked many of them including her. Our school and we all were so proud of them. Some very trivial things seem so stuck in your brain in the place where your basic Maths multiplication tables should have been. This particular song always transports me to that hall in the ground floor of Bharathiya Vidya Bhavan, Wayanad Kendra. I don’t remember what the occasion was, but I remember Anjana Pradeep singing this song. Another song which I remember her singing is the one with the lines “…aasthana gayakanakkum nine njan…” I don’t know which song is that.

Thinking of Anjana reminds me of Keerthana Murali. I remember her with a white dress dancing to some song. I think it was from the movie Devaragam. Every person has some associated memory. Those memories are of very irrelevant occasions. I have no idea why or how do I remember them. I never had the idea that I will remember Arun Baby Chettan as on the day when he came to school with his mustache shaven for the first time. That day he was late for the school assembly. I remember seeing him in the car porch while the assembly was going on. I remember Vivekettan’s 10th birthday and remember that I thought he was too old to be attending schools. A two digit number for age was something that I couldn’t fancy for at least 3 years from then! I also remember him dancing to “Antha Arabi kadaloram” and some folk song dressed like a girl!! I remember Sandeepettan and Sharika chechi who left our school in their 2nd std or so! They were the eldest twins in our School. Recently I found him on Orkut! And he surprised me by remembering everything about me! Then there is Pia Chechi – Pia McLeod. I always thought that they couldn’t board the ship on 14th August 1947 Midnight!! Ha ha ha. And I even remember discussing this with her under the tree while waiting for Abbasettan’s Jeep to come after some exam. And I think she told me about Ouija Board or something of that sort that day. I’ll have to find her in orkut or facebook today. I hope she did not bother to board another ship!

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There were so many others also. Dhyana who drew well. Nitheesh who played Dicroos in the English Drama – The Letter Box. Arun M A chettan who was as nerdy as a nerd can get to (Sorry). Niranjan – The Artist who was in Green House some year. He drew the Pookkalam that year for Onam Celebrations (And probably in other years too). Jayeshettan who once fixed a string “tail” on me once (And I walked with that all day). I remember Meerachechi in her costume of a folk dance with an Olakkuda. I remembered that when I saw her from Ernakulam last month. It was a surprise that we recognized each other on the footpath! Sudhachechi who used to have a BIG circular ear-ring, Susmitha Chechi & Anisha chechi. Jerin who imitated Mohanlal once… Abhijithettans – the tall one and the artist. Jishitha TK who was in the editorial board of our first hand-written school magazine. Reshma Chechi who once did so well in a debate Science –Boon or Bane. Ha ha. Then there is Nithya Chechi – THE Singer, who once bought me a Limca when we were going for some Bhavans Fest or CBSE School Kalotsav in my fifth Std. or so !! That was the first time I drank it!! I remember Deepika Chechi every time I hear “Shalalala”. And I remember her screaming “Curtainideda patti…” with the mic on at the end of “Christmas Carol” Drama. And ofcourse Shamz – I don’t remember what I remember about him most!!

I thought of writing about all of them. Let this confine to my seniors at school now! Will write the rest later!

A little boy I met once

School BoyI really like certain type of English short stories. And only after browsing through the Guttenberg Archive I mentioned in the previous post, that I came to know that more than half of the stories I love are by O.Henry. Thanks to the NCERT syllabus. I still cherish those short stories in the ‘Read for Pleasure’ reader as well as the text book. And that is why I bought “Great Works of O Henry: 157 Stories’ at a Book Fair at Ernakulam yesterday.

Reading a few stories from that book reminded me of a little boy I met once. And I want to tell you about him.

And it is after sitting down to write something here that I realize how poor I am in writing. So many things strike me and I think “Why don’t I write that?!” but then, even before switching the computer on, I give up the idea due to sheer laziness.

It was during the monsoons in 2001 or 2002. I was a school going boy. And near to that junction that always smelled of freshly ground coffee, stand a girl and her two younger brothers waiting to board the school bus, everyday. Even though I will be running to catch my bus, we used to wish each other a good morning. I don’t remember when did it start, but I remember that it had become a routine.

I never realized that this was so much a part of my routine until one day when they were absent – all three of them. As I was nearing the junction I could see that they were not there. I looked at my watch. No I was not early (; nor late.). I felt as if I was unable to do something which I should have done.

But as I was passing the street light under which they used to stand, I heard a “Good Morning”. I turned back. No. they were not there. But I was sure that I heard it. And then from a group of boys which just passed me and going in the opposite direction, a smart one turned back and smiled. I smiled too. He wished me by bowing his head a little and smiled. I wished him too.

It was then that I realized that wishing that girl and her brothers a good morning was something I did daily. And this little boy who was in his fifth standard then noticed it everyday. From that day onwards I think I was eager to meet this little one with so much charisma. He had a radiating personality. Though we never talked anything except a good morning for the next 7-8 months, we had developed a kind of rapport. (At least that is what I think). And then I asked him his name. He told some name I had never heard before (and after). I remember that it sounded something like … or I’m not posting it here. And next year I changed school and had different bus timing. And I never met him again. I asked a student of his age from that school once if he knew this guy. He remembers that there was someone who fits my description who studied there, but he changed school and they have no idea where is he now.

I wish he read this some day and send me a mail telling how to spell his name. I seriously hope to find him some day. To be frank I still miss him when I pass that junction.
Any of you have similar experiences?