A random day in a random year. My wall has been littered with advertisements, campaigns, rants, pictures and all kinds of relevant and irrelevant information. Oh sorry, forgot to mention, Facebook 'wall'. I scrolled up and down aimlessly on my computer screen. For most of the Malayalees, elections are high on priority. Pictures of streaked… Continue reading A random post
"Really? You write in Malayalam? But why? How?" Many a times I have been asked this question and sadly, I still fail to give a concrete answer. The truth is, at times, I'm drawn into this inexplicable urge of writing in Malayalam. The obscure pleasure I get when I breath life into words and those words… Continue reading The estranged daughter
I get drunk on the showers, And sway in the cold breeze, But know that, its your presence That I wait for everyday Oh do not be sulky I stay tightly curled Weary of strange hands, And walled by callous thorns, For its on your care, that I unfurl And your love that I spread… Continue reading Confessions of a red rose
Just as everything else in this world is made in pairs, the Lord created woman from a man's rib to be his companion. Ouch, It would have been hurtful to lose a rib. Millions of years have gone by, is the pain of losing a rib still buried deep down a man's heart? I wonder.. Men… Continue reading A rib from another rib
Sixty eight years ago, Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru, the first Prime Minister of independent India, made one of the most inspiring speeches ever by a head of government to his countrymen. The PM urged young India to start spreading her wings out into the vast expanses of freedom. He spoke about the ‘triumphs’ and ‘achievements’ that… Continue reading Revisiting the ‘Tryst with Destiny’
The unmistakable 'imama'(turban) with a mix of subdued brown grey and beige and the long flowing dish-dasha were part of the fabric in my memory. Then came the mellow drift of Arabic 'As-salamu-alaykum'(Peace be upon you) followed by the pleasantry, 'Kaif Al hal' (How is it going). A native Omani has his own dialectical intonation… Continue reading Muscat, One last time
I woke up abruptly, as if someone had shaken me up from deep slumber. Totally disoriented and confused. I usually do get up at midnight. But I today I felt disturbed. Did I have a dream? I dont remember. In the dim green back-light of my watch I searched for my glasses, ahh.. its 3!!… Continue reading May peace be with them. .