Beijing se II (Few pages from the book Beijing Se!)

I don’t know whether I am a good writer or a bad writer.I have no other choice but write. These pages would take you to Beijing. If not all Beijing, some part of it with absolute realities. You could call it as my life. But I would call it miserable life.In Beijing I had all luxuries in the world but without Mom it was just a hell with all decorations of the mighty heaven. But like every average Indian I too had to burn my ass to make money to live a life. All the characters are fictitious. You may please go through the pages of Beijing Diary.

31^st March 2012 Beijing, China 7.52 am Saturday

Shanghai – Beijing south train had pulled it’s brake exactly at 7.52 am at Beijing south station. The last stop of the train and my first destination to begin a new life was coincidently same. I stepped out of the train along with Philip Sir, Jacky Liu (My boss in China) and Benjamin our sales guy (who is such a nice guy). Trina went home without saying a word to us. But it didn’t bother me at all. I took a deep breath and inhaled whole Beijing inside me. I took another one. Then I realized how much I miss Poonkavu temple, how much I miss India, How Much I miss Kerala, How much I miss Kannur, How much I miss Home, How much I miss my room and bed, how much I miss sweet Malayalam melodies, how much I miss every little things back home, which I never knew existed. I missed every one back home as well. But I missed Mom more than anyone else.

8.00 am

Jacky went back home. I, Philip sir and Benjamin took a taxi and left the station. I couldn’t believe my eyes first, seeing the massive structures, designs and teenage girls wearing miniskirts. Those were too short in deed. I decided not to sleep. I wanted to see all the buildings and wished I could have more eyes. Since I had a sleepless night in the train, my brain switched on the sleep mode inside me.

8.25 am

We have reached near the hotel where Philip sir would stay for 3 days. I met Anderson out there and we greeted each other. We left to the apartment where I would stay in Beijing. Our flat was big enough for 3 families. But I came to know that only Anderson and his family stayed there. Anderson guided me to the room allotted for me. Oh Man I was shocked to see the room. Massive room, Antique bed and a tidy attached bathroom made me happy. I left the entire luggage there (Not in the toilet). In no time we left to office.

8.40 am

As Anderson opened the door of Akay Beijing, aroma of spicy curry powder embraced me. Interior was set in such a way that one would feel like ‘working’. I thought of Cochin office when I saw Akay, Cochin photographs on the wall. More I thought of Cochin unit, more faces flashed through my mind. Jomy Chettan, Rakesh Ettan, Jaison Chettan, Sam sir and the list went on and on.

8.50 am

I was just going through my mails and Jacky came to me and introduced rest of the staff in the office. I met Anny. She could speak English and she greeted me with a smile. I saw a good fellow worker inside Anny. Another girl was also there. I don’t remember her name. The only English word I heard from her for the whole day was ‘Hello’ which she told when I met her early in the morning.

12.30 pm

Lunch was ready. Anny invited me to the dining room. We all sat there and started eating. Wait, I should say we all sat down and they started eating. I was still playing with the chopstick. I wanted to kill that fellow who came with the crazy idea of using Chopstick and eat him with the chopstick. Anny understood the situation and gave me a spoon and a knife. But I told her that I would try with the Chopstick. Sports man in me was ready for a game. Soon I too joined the warriors and started battling. But it was the worst food I had in China since I reached there. I was left with no choice but eat. I felt like throwing it down. Somehow I managed the food and went out. It was really chill out side. Temperature was about 10 degree centigrade. I decided to start a bad habit which I tried and miserably failed in the 10^th standard. Smoking!

Had I not charged my nicotine level in that atmosphere, I would have died there. I lit a cig and inhaled the smoke deep inside. But unlike years ago, I didn’t cough. After a cig, I felt warm inside and decided to quit smoking forever. A smoker’s pledge after all!

2.00 pm

I was back to work. Hence it was my first day I didn’t have much work to do. Jacky gave me some company’s websites. I just had to go through it carefully and identify the potentialities in them. Many friends came online in g-mail. I sent ‘hi’ to everyone. Few of them replied. Few didn’t. I assumed that they would be busy at work. At least that was what I wanted to believe. I missed all my friends as well. Sharon, Vyjesh ettan, Thayyib, Amir, Jithin and Shallu were the few of them I was missing very much.

5.30 Pm

Jacky dropped us in the hotel where Philip sir checked in in the morning. Philip sir went to change and I and Anderson waited him in the lobby.

5.45 pm

We were off to dinner. Yes, in China people take dinner so early that they could go bed early. No wonder why China is still number one in population. God damn they have all the time in the world for it!

6.00 pm

Anderson took us to a restaurant and ordered some dishes. Philip sir was suggesting him something. I sat down like an idiot and watched them. My knowledge in Chinese dishes was very limited. Noodles and chilly chicken were the only Chinese dishes I knew. In no time waiters started bringing all the dishes. I saw five unknown dishes on the table. Philip sir then told me that this is a custom in China that they would order dishes till there is no place left on the table for another one.

I wondered if the entire populations in China eats like this thrice a day, world would soon become a place there is no food left. We somehow finished it with a bottle of wine which contains 53% Alcohol and left the place. Chinese people don’t dilute the spirit. It was anyway nice to taste the spirit in it’s original form.

7.45 pm

Philip sir bid us goodnight and left to the hotel. I and Anderson bought a packet of oatmeal and a pack of milk and left to the apartment.

8.00 pm

We both reached the apartment. I bid goodnight to Anderson and took a shower. Then I started checking my mails and video chatting with someone who is damn important in my life.

9.30 pm

I don’t know what made me missed my Mom more than ever before and soon I realized it was raining inside me when it was quit chill outside the apartment. Soon the level of water raised and it became a flood inside. Over flowing water rushed through my eyes as if a dam had broken down completely. I cried loud calling out my mom in every nano second which has passed. I didn’t have much balance in my skype to call home and tell them to call me back. I logged in to g-mail. Luckily Jostna, a trustworthy friend of mine was online. I asked her to call my home and tell Mom to call me. She did it in no time and started consoling me as an elder sister. I have many cousin sisters who are elder to me. But none of them had ever showed a hint of caring in my whole life. I thanked Jostna once again and logged out from g-mail.

10.10 pm

Mom called. I didn’t tell her that I miss her so much. I thought why making important ones in your life so sad when you are thousands of miles away from them. I buried all the sorrows inside me. For the first time in my life I felt so content after burying them inside!

11.00 pm

I was lying on the bed and thinking about everyone back home. One picture stood there unmoved before my eyes. It was the picture of Poonkavu Temple. Soon the walls of my dreams started displaying each one of the Gods and Goddesses who have been protecting me from the evil forces. (Being an evil I seriously wonder why, still God is caring me like anything).

 1^st April, 2012 Sunday

6.00 am

It was Anderson’s call which rattled my sleep. Bugger wanted me to accompany him for a morning walk. But I was very sleepy. Because the biological clock inside me was not yet set with the Chinese Standard Time. But I stood up and got ready for the fucking walk. On the way Anderson asked me in his broken English, “Jango, you Indians never do exercise no? “. I just wrote it correctly for your understanding my dear Diary. He asked something else. I wanted to tell him that, we play shuttle badminton every morning for 2 hours. But thought of explaining him what I said made me stop and I gave him a wry smile. It will take hours to make Anderson understood what I wanted to tell. Why take unnecessary risks early in the morning, I thought.

6.10 am

Both of us reached that park where Anderson stated some stretching, which even nursery kids would do without much difficulty. When I started stretching my own way, curious Anderson also started to copy my work. As long as it didn’t matter, I kept quit. After 30 minutes we decided to go back home.

6.45 am

After reaching home, I rushed to the toilet to finish all the basic routine one would do in the morning. When the warm water embraced my body, sleep went away somewhere.

7.15 am

I cooked milk and later applied it in oatmeal and had it. Anderson went a step ahead and added an egg in his bowl of oatmeal. After finishing it he told me that it was such a stupid thing adding egg in the oatmeal. I wanted to tell him that; there are only few things that he would do without stupidity. But I didn’t tell him and finished my oatmeal.

7.50 am

Jacky had asked us to go for an exhibition somewhere in Beijing city. Hence I and Anderson started our journey to the exhibition center in a bus. Unlike in India there is no conductor in buses in China. We had to swipe a card and they would take the money required.

8.20 am

We got down near a subway station. In subway station also the procedure was the same. The same card would help you to get in the train. We got in the train and it left the station exactly after 2 minutes. Chinese subway is just like Indian metro railway service. The train reached our destination in 5 minutes and we bored another train from that station. Anderson asked me to get down when we reached a massive station. It was really big. When we stepped outside I could see the big buildings, attractive designs and Porsche cars running all along the road.

9.00 am

We finally reached the location where agricultural exhibition was underway. We met Benjamin there and he told us that, the exhibition was not meant for us and we didn’t have ticket to check in. I was utterly disappointed hearing that. But I didn’t want to waste my time crying over there. As always I preferred to cry in the night. I asked Anderson to take few photographs. Anderson took a few lying over the floor as if a professional photographer. I thanked him and we three started our way back to office.

9.15 am

We decided to go back office by bus since bus journey would be appropriate for site seeing. When we were waiting for the bus, I came to know that in Beijing there is electric bus also. It is just similar to our electric train in India. Inside the bus I was so happy sitting by the window and seeing the mighty buildings around. I could not believe my eyes when I saw the Beijing Olympic Stadium in distance. One more building caught my attention. It was nothing but IBM’s office. It was designed in such a way that every single passenger would look at it and let out a WOW!

10.00 am

We reached office and settle with work. Wait, we reached office and they have become busy at work. I was just about to settle and Jacky called me. He wanted me to go through some more company websites to understand the potentialities in them. I came back to my cubicle and switched on my laptop. Soon I found myself engaged with checking my mails not the company websites that Jacky insisted. Sometimes I wonder why people insist something to others. Why can’t they leave people alone in their world and work according to their wish. Why people even restrict freedom. But soon I found myself checking those websites.

10.30 am

Philip Sir and Jacky went out to check few plants in Beijing. As they went out, I threw my hands up in the air and let a sigh. I didn’t know whether it was a sigh of relief or just another sigh!

But the worker in me was not ready to be lazy. I pushed hours checking some websites. Few of them were really interesting and some were quite boring. After finishing the so called ‘Website scanning’, I logged in yahoo messenger and g-mail to check whether some friends were online. Nobody was there with a green light on.

Sometimes if you want friends online, none of them would be there. Sometimes if you want none of them online and just want to be alone, all of them would be online and throwing Hi’s at you.

12.30 pm

When Trina called me for lunch, I pretended as if I didn’t hear her and started going through the websites as if I was searching for something important. Poor girl had to come to me and invite me at last. I shut down the system and went to have lunch. Before entering the dining room I prayed to God for not bringing the same food we had last day before my eyes. Luckily it was something else that I found on the table. We had food peacefully. I played around with chopsticks once again and created a mess all over the table. But nothing wrong in it, I thought. When you were kid you eat like that only. More food would be going out of your mouth initially. Then slowly you find the direction with your spoon or plain hand. I let a sigh and hoped one fine day I would also eat like these Chinese people with the stick.

2.00 pm

I went back to my cubicle and found some friends online. Luckily they were free and we started chatting. It went on and on. I had to stop it to start working on the websites. Some very interesting websites even displayed how to make some dishes. I watched them keenly with a thought of experimenting after reaching home. The thought of home once again shred few tears. I let them go.

5.30 pm

Jacky dropped us near to the hotel where Philip sir stayed. Philip sir went inside to check some mails and I and Anderson waited him in the lobby. It took around 20 minutes for Mr. P to come to the lobby and we strolled towards a restaurant. Anderson guided us through a beautiful park. Ancient Chinese houses, massive buildings, a beautiful lake, lake view hotel and many more things feasted my eyes. Soon we reached near a town and found few restaurants. Anderson selected one restaurant and told us that they serve good food. Then three went to a super market. Mr. P bought a Chinese wine and I told him I would have beer this time, not the wine. He bought me 2 bottles of beer. Then we searched for cornflakes and Philip sir bought me one oatmeal variety, which I could use for making Breakfast or dinner.

6.50 pm

We settled down in a restaurant and as always Anderson and Philip sir ordered something and poor me who didn’t even know the name of a single dish waited for them to arrive. In no time waiters started bringing the food on the table and soon the table became full. The good looking dishes tasted horrible and not so good looking tasted yummy. I enjoyed both. Diary you know how much I love food irrespective of the places and varieties. After finishing my 2 bottles beer and food I felt full. But Anderson bought me another bottle of beer, this time a bigger one and gave it to me. I had to drink it.

7.50 pm

We left the hotel and started walking back. Philip sir bid us bye when we reached near his hotel and I and Anderson walked alone to our apartment. We bought milk from the Wu-mart and left to home.

8.20 pm

I was tired when we entered inside the apartment. I took a shower came in front of the system to have a chat with someone important it went on till 10.30.

10.45 pm

Since we have 3 holidays at a stretch, I decided to watch a movie online. I watched CID.MOOSA, a Dileep movie which I had seen more than 5 times. But I thought of watching it again. It is nowhere written that watching a movie more than 5 times is a crime!

1.30pm

I decided to sleep.

Yawns and more yawns

Thanks For your time

Sharath Muthirakkal

Few pages from the book 'BEIJING SE'!

2^nd April 6, 2012 Monday

11.00 am

I woke up. Rushed to toilet and finished everything in a flash. I and Anderson had to go to the hotel where Philip sir is staying. We have to go for shopping. I made a mental note that, I would not spend money for the things I don’t really require. Soon I walked to the kitchen and prepared oatmeal and started having it in the dining room. Anderson told that he had it a while ago. Soon we left the flat locking it behind. We reached the hotel on time and met Philip sir.

11.15 am

We had to catch a bus to the shopping center which is located in the heart of the city. We got into bus in no time and I started watching the beautiful buildings once again.

11.30 am

Anderson told us that the bus had reached our destination and we got down. Philip sir asked us what we would have for lunch. On the way to that busy mall, we had to go pass an over bridge. Finally I found something in China which is similar to India. On the bridge there were small-small vendors who dealt in bangles, fruits, dolls, leather wallets etc. We reached near the mall and found KFC. Philip sir ordered spicy chicken. In China KFC serve spicy chicken which is not that crispy common KFC chicken. I too ordered the same. Anderson bought some rice, curry and pork cutlet. Yes in China KFC supply domestic food. I wondered when they will start supplying ‘Pazham pori’ in their outlets in Kerala. They would definitely stuff chicken inside, I thought.

12.10 pm

We came out after having lunch. My tummy was not full. It was not even half, let alone full. When we came out only, I started looking at the people moving around. Men dressed perfectly. But it seemed majority of the women out there were in different mood. For a moment I thought it was a beach where you find women wearing bikinis. But there is no sea near by Beijing, I recalled the map. Soon my eyes started looking at the half naked breasts of the women who moved around.  I never wanted to look at them. But you cannot walk closing your eyes. Yes believe me, everywhere the situation was the same. Majority of them were married. One is not supposed to look at married women’s breasts, but then they should have kept them at home!

At least they should have covered them.

12.20 pm

We reached inside that mega market. One could buy anything he wants from there, provided he has money. Philip sir wanted to buy some beer glasses, which he told us that would be given as gifts. I took a pack of cornflakes. Mr. P had bought some other glasses too. I found many small glasses you would see in Bar. But I didn’t have a Bar back home to buy a few of them!

1.30 pm

Philip sir paid the bill (including the cornflakes I bought) and we stepped out from the shopping center. I was happy to get inside the bus. All I wanted was that to reach home quickly to watch some movies, online. But as always God has different plans. We had to wait for the bus for 20 minutes and by the time when I and Anderson reached home, it was around 2.30pm

2.45 pm

I quickly opened the laptop and started watching the movie ‘Lion’ another Dileep movie. I am not a Dileep fan but one Dileep fan had once recommended me the same movie. It was Shamil who told me that the movie is a good one. Let me tell you one thing, I enjoyed the film very much.

7.00 pm

By seven I got ready to go out. Philip sir would be leaving tomorrow, early in the morning to India. So it would be the last dinner with him in Beijing for the time being. I Anderson started strolling to pick Philip sir from his hotel. It was freaking cold. Temperature was 4 degree centigrade. For an Indian who was coming from 35-40 degree centigrade it was unbearable. I suggested Anderson to shift the usual way to another one, where buildings are more. My plan was simple. I just wanted to escape from the cold wind. But Anderson was not ready to hear me and told that we would walk through the usual way. For the first time, I hated Anderson. After some time, he told me that ‘Jango, we should have gone through the way which you have suggested’. I gave him a look and understood that, inside his skull there is a truckload of shit instead of brains!

As Dileep did in Spanish Masala (A Malayalam movie), I also smiled at him and abused him in Malayalam. Anderson returned me a smile and thanked me!

7.15 pm

We met Philip sir in the lobby and stepped out of the hotel to have dinner. I and Philip sir suggested Anderson to find a nearest restaurant due to the heavy wind and freaking cold. Anderson said he knew a nearest restaurant and we followed him. Fucker made us walk for 20 minutes and we finally reached Anderson’s nearest restaurant’. Poor Philip sir and equally poor me had sighed and went inside.

7.40 pm

Anderson told us that it was the best restaurant and we would like all the dishes out there. When the waitress arrived with the menu card, with curiosity I too looked at it. Anderson ordered something and gave me the menu card. I had point out some dishes. Anderson told me that those were donkey dishes. I had shown him some other dishes but those were still donkey dishes. Then Anderson revealed that secret before us that, the restaurant is specialized in donkey meat. I wanted to kill the donkey which wore a trouser and shirt and sat near us and eat it. But I simply smiled at him. No Malayalam abuses that time. Philip sir was there no? I had ordered some items which were not donkey. We finished dinner around 8.50 and lef the place.

9.20 pm

We reached near Philip sir’s hotel. He would be leaving to India in the morning flight. I wished him a safe journey and he wished me a nice stay in Beijing till 21^st of April. I wondered how nice it would be with a donkey like Anderson. We bid goodnight and I and Anderson left to home. On the way back Anderson was telling me something. I was least interested in him and agreed to him irrespective of the matters discussed.

9.35 pm

After reaching the apartment I changed in to the night dress and jumped on the bed and started thinking. I thought about the mighty artist, The God. If he is not an artist how would he create a character like Anderson and a donkey? Different species yet same intelligence!

Yawns.. Goodnight diary

Yours truly

Jango

Thanks for your time

Sharath Muthirakkal

French couple would even steal your sleeps...Stay drunk (A night withbeer bottles)

         When you read the title you may think that, I had spent a night without sleeping but drinking beer. But the truth is that, I was not able to sleep and I had to drink. It was not my choice. In fact it was the only choice. We were heading to Beijing from Shanghai in a luxury train. To me it looked like an aero plane. Its interior was designed in such a way that one would enjoy the journey. We board the train from Shanghai railway station. Well that Railway station itself looked bigger than Cochin International Airport. Well I am not insulting the airport; I am just stating a fact. As I said inside train in a single room only 4 people would occupy. 2 upper births and 2 lower. And the bed looked exactly the same you would find in a five star Hotel. Softest pillows made the perfect finishing to the design as well. Each passenger could watch video of their choice from the television fixed against the wall. I wonder what else you need to have a nice journey. I thought of comparing Indian Railway with the Shanghai Railway. With all respect I have for Indian Railway, I buried that thought in the very next moment.

                  When we bored the train, in our room nobody was there. I and Emmanuel sir settled the heavy luggage under our seat. We were told by the attenders who looked more beautiful than the airhosts that the other two passengers would get in when the train reaches the next stop. I thought 2 Chinese people would check in. Soon I started reading a book and Emmanuel Sir went to have a stroll inside the train. Believe me; you can walk till the end of the train through compartments. When Emmanuel sir returned, I started moving inside the train. I was strolling through the compartments and stopped in one of them. I didn’t want to stop. But my mind sent the red signal to the legs to pause and watch. It was a restaurant inside the train. I had a cold coffee and moved on. After reaching near the loco pilot I started walking back to my compartment. In 15 minutes I reached back and knocked at the door. I was surprised see a lady opening the door. Then I came to understand that our fellow passengers have bored the train when it stopped in the last station. But I never knew it stopped somewhere. They were 2 French people. Looked like students. We exchanged pleasantries and I came to understand that they were Lucy and David.

                     Soon I returned to my book, so did Emmanuel Sir. He was reading another book of course. When it was 10.30pm Emmanuel sir wanted to sleep. So did the French guys who were settled on the above birth. Though there were two births, they found it easy to settle on a single bed. Since it was not my business; I decided to switch off the lights. When I was about to switch off, Lucy got down from David’s bed and went up to her bed which was just opposite to David’s. Initially my Indian mind thought they were couples. But Then I understood they were friends. But My Indian mind was right. Little did I know that they would steal away my sleep! Little did I know that they would make love in train with all the sounds which would come out in the love making! I stretched on my bed and closed my eyes. I was about to fall in sleep. Then I was pulled back. It was loud moaning of somebody startled my sleep. When I opened my eyes in the dim light, slowly I could see David in Lucy’s bed. I wondered how two of them could adjust on it. But when love. Wait should I call it love or sex?

                 I will go with the latter. When sex is on nothing matter but sex. I have read somewhere that narrow spaces increases the seduction.  I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. Slowly they started whispering something in French. Their whispers pierced my ears and I could not sleep. First time in my whole life I hated the language French. First time in my whole life I hated whispers. I stoop up. When they saw me standing up they started behaving as if nothing was happening. Lucy even snored. Had she acted in French films, she would have won Oscar. I opened the door and started walking in the train again. I sadly realized how much I miss my sleep. I walked and walked along. When I reached the restaurant, I saw beer bottles decorated inside the fridge as if inviting me for a drink. I bought one bottle and settle on a couch. I felt relaxed sipping it and watching the trees and buildings falling behind me outside the window. I didn’t even realize when the bottle became empty. So I went again and bought 3 more bottles. When I settled myself on that couch, I realized how much I am missing everyone in India, everything in India. Indian Railway may not be as good as Shanghai railway. But as I took the last sip from the third bottle I came to know how much I missed the general compartments of Indian railway. When I was done with the third bottle I decided not to drink anymore and started walking back to my compartment. Then only I tried to think what would be happening inside the room. If their lovemaking didn’t finish, I would be witnessing a porn stunt LIVE! In fact FRENCH PORN in CHINESE TRAIN. I thought how funny the title ‘FRENCH PORN IN THE CHINESE TRAIN’ would look like in a porn site.

                    Then I decided to have another bottle and went back to the restaurant. Lady who was there in the Restaurant might have thought I could be one of the few insane who would spend 5456 Rupees for the train ticket, Just to drink beer inside the train. When I finished the fourth bottle it was around 5 in the morning. I decided to go back to the room and also decided to see any show which would be running inside. But when I opened the door, I was surprised to see David and Lucy sleeping in their respective places. Lucy was snoring. This time it was original and equally horrible. I took my book and went back to the same restaurant and started reading with another bottle of bear. As the pages were leaving behind the liquid in the bottle also started dipping down. And it was over in few minutes. Few pages were left in the book to finish it off. But the fuel was over and I bought another bottle. As I took the last sip from it, I had closed the book too.

               When the train stopped at Beijing south station Lucy and David thanked us for a wonderful journey. You guys fucked my sleep and thanking for a wonderful journey? That is what I wanted to said. But I wished them the same instead. We got down from the train and I yawned and let a deep sigh.

Thanks for your time

Sharath Muthirakkal

A day with Thayyib is always a day with Thayyib...

                   Thayyib has asked me to wake him up early in the morning so that we could go college on time. I had to get my caution deposit back and he had to get his mark lists. As planned I rang him early in the morning. At first he didn’t pick up the call. After an hour or so he picked the call. We had to get our mark lists and all attested. I asked him to come home, so that my Mom, who is a Gazated officer, would sign our certificates and required documents. There is no point telling mom to wait after 9.15, as she is strict with her office timings. But Thayyib promised me that he would reach home in 30 minutes after a shower. Hence I asked Mom to wait for some time and she agreed to it. 30 minutes passed away in 30 seconds and Mom asked me to call Thayyib to ask him where he reached and I called him. Thayyib said “Sharath I am just starting dude”. I asked Mom to start for the office and told Thayyib to come home. And I briefed him the route.

                  I was listening to music and in 25 minutes I got a call from Thayyib asking me the route. I have clarified him with the routes and was getting ready. Yet again my cell rang with Thayyib’s name and his photo flashing all over it. I picked up and again made it clear to him. In 3 seconds Thayyib was home and we took all the needed certificates and headed to college in no time. We parked our bike there near the parking place and slowly started strolling towards the college. I felt a breeze brushing my face as if it is a January morning. May be when you are done with your course, any desert in the month of March would bring some cold breeze for you, just to brush those memories which are not buried in the graveyard of time. Falgunan sir’s Honda city was there.  Chintech didn’t change at all, we thought. You know I hate Honda City Car. In fact all Honda City cars in the world. The reason is very simple, Falgunan Sir owns one. It took us some time to fill all the forms and procedures. When Thayyib is done with filling a form, he had send to a room, person sitting in that particular room would ask him to get signature of another person who is sitting in the 3d floor. Poor Thayyib would run all the way to the third floor just to see that, the person he wanted to meet has come down to the ground floor. After running almost 5 kilometers inside the campus, up and down, we were quite happy with the fact that everything has been done.

                            On the way to Kannur University we got our copies attested at Mom’s office. On the way we stopped for having juice. I had tender coconut juice and Thayyib was happy with watermelon juice and a lime juice. Thayyyib was on again and we roared ‘ Kannur University.. we are coming’ as if we were going to bomb the University. On the way Thayyib started cracking some poor jokes and he alone had to laugh at it. Then he started teasing me by saying, “You won’t laugh at our jokes no? You will only laugh at your Amir’s jokes no?”.  When Thayyib bring some drama in, especially to tease someone, he would half raise his right hand and shake his head left and right. That action was widely discussed in the OR classes when we were in second semester. We reached University by 12 noon and started filling the forms which has to be accompanied by a bank chellan. When we were done, the black hands of the clock were about to show 1 ‘O’ clock. But we managed to reach at the door before 1. Surprisingly we were stopped by the security and asked us to come at 2. We were stunned and murmured something which we only could hear. Then we waited to see what is happening with other students. That security started telling all the students who were about to check in, “Only after 2 ‘O’ clock as if an alarm has fixed inside him. We wondered, he would say ‘After 2 ‘O’ clock’ in his soundest sleep as well. Imagine his wife calling him for sex, and then also he would say ‘After 2 ‘O’ clock’. Would be really funny no??

                         We left for lunch and Thayyib treated me with Chicken biriyani and later on Chikku shake. After 2 ‘O’ clock we reached the university and finished our work in 10 minutes. We left the premises as fast as we could and we were on the way to Kannur.  As we reached Alavil, Thayyib asked me from where we would have juice?

                       From Calicut juice centre, I said. Thayyib cut me and told that there would not be readymade Pineapple juice. I said there would be. He challenged me and it ended up in a bet. If there is readymade pineapple juice, Thayyib would pay the bill and if there is not, I will. Before stopping the bike near the Shoppe itself I have asked the Shoppe keeper, whether readymade pineapple juice was there or not. His ‘Yes’ made me felt the same way Ceaser might have felt after winning a war. I had Strawberry shake and Thayyib had pineapple juice. Thayyib dropped me at the bus stand and in 5 minutes I got a bus and in 30 minutes I was home.

                    Thanks a lot Thayyib for making a black and white day, a colorful one.

 Thanks for your time

Sharath Muthirakkal.

A nation that forgets its martyrs will itself soon be forgotten...

           I love Indian Army not only because that they protect us from enemies. It is also because of the sacrifice of every individual in the army and the attitude towards the nation as a whole. One soldier wrote to his Mom, “Maa, Tum dekhna, ek din aisa kaam karunga, sari duniya main mera nam hoga”. You know what happened to the life of that soldier? He was killed in an Ambush by the Pakistan army and they did the worst possible thing on him which they could only do. They had carved out his eye balls with knives. They drilled his ear drums with hot iron rode, they chopped off his genitals and broke every born and did whatever they could.  Sounds horrible no? But it was what the Pakistan soldiers did against a human being who was unfortunately selected in Indian Army, Mr. Captain Sourabh Kalia. This incident happened in the year 1999.

          After 12 years his poor father is still fighting in the court for the justice. Imagine a Dad receiving his child’s dead body in worst condition, one could never imagine. Poor father is not getting any support from the ministry. Remember Captain Sourabh kalia was not a normal soldier. He had lead many out ambushes, had killed terrorists, militants. Sourabh was a great strategist as well. That reason was pretty enough for the Pakistan bastards to do such a devilish thing to him. No country in the world is permitted to do such an act on any of the enemy soldier. They can kill him in a war but cannot kill him as they killed Sourabh. International community also seems forgotten the case. But how a father would tolerate with it?

             Respective ministry should take this case forward so that Poor father of Sourabh Kalia would get justice and no other military man would ever get such a treatment from Pakistan soldiers [I pray none of our soldiers get in to their traps next time]. Imagine if Indian Army had done the same on a Pakistani soldier. In the first place no Indians would ever do such an act. We are not heartless butchers after all. But just imagine. Whole world would come against India. Now see, when India is in the receiving end, no one is really keen to get involved. Army men are those who without minding their life; safe guarding us all from the evil forces. They keep peace inside the country by forgetting their family, friends, loved ones etc. They are the supreme most persons who deserve honors before any individual in India. So next time, when you see an Army man, Just salute and greet them with a “Bharath Matha Ki Jai”. For them, your Bharath Matha Ki Jai is always above 10000 billion crore Rupees.

BHARATH MATHA KI JAI…

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Sharath Muthirakkal

Attention Passengers...

    "Attention Passengers" would be the beginning of the any railway announcement in India. If they here this, foreigners would think that Indian Railway is too cautious and taking so much care for the passengers to be board in the train, which we Indians alone would call as 'Train'. Most of the times the so called 'Attention Passengers' announcement would be aired to inform the passengers that, their train would be late for another couple of hours. One should be really lucky to get his/her train on time in India !
    If we get our train on time we have to negotiate with lot of other things inside the train. For instance,FOOD; One of the basic needs, Sometimes they would supply horrible food inside the train. Loos-motion, food poisonings etc are normal things which would follow after a meal or two inside Indian Railway.If you are really lucky, you would even get cockroaches inside your meal pack, that too freaking ALIVE !! And if one wants to taste the worlds' worst vegetable cutlet, Chicken Biriyani etc, No kitchen in the world than Indian Railway's kitchens would better supply it.
         Now about some facilities offered inside the train. To be specific, inside the toilet ! You would never find a foreign railway network which provide passengers inside, with an opportunity to express their creativity to make their train journey a memorable one. Indian railway is a perfect example for that. All toilet walls are freely given to the passengers to express their feelings. some would write some excellent quote, some would draw some nude picture and explain each and every part of it more perfectly than your biology teacher, Some would prefer to write down girls' cell numbers. They say call girls, but majority of such numbers would be the numbers of  innocent girls who had refused a valentine's day gift or a proposal. And some political party fights would be seen on those walls as well. What else people need to have a NICE JOURNEY ??
        In every boggy you will find warning sticker pasted on the wall against smoking and drinking inside the train. Yet someone would make a boggy or at least their seat and surroundings a BAR inside. They will drink, sing horrible songs and smoke as if they are in a bar. Shukriya Indian Railway for an attached bar, Creativity boosting toilet wall [Creativity hub!], Ass-Leaking food and beverages. SHUKRIYA !!