Sunday, April 27, 2014

Waiting patiently for Divine Intervention


That devastating moment which set all your priorities aside? Things which mattered the most in your life doesn't seem relevant anymore. Shattered and shaken, my life is fallin apart!!!



Interlude - The purpose of my life is to be grateful and faithful to him.

Friday, August 17, 2012

My Band's New Song



He is running wild amok
through the streets filled with smoke
the people whom he have slain
only for his own gain
now he is being slain in the spirit
choking in his own vomit

The streets are falling short
for the feets that ruled them once


The hare has gone amok
he is charging for havoc
he got no time to wait
no time to wait for spring
the hounds that he unleashed
they killed those who were unsullied
now they are hiding in the warrens 
chased on by the hares


He spilled the bloods of just
that was his only lust
he owned the nights
now he may see no lights
the day cheated on him like a slut
while he was in his rut

The drain that fathered him
got the best of him
the ditch that he was born 
now got filled with his own blood
he who comes from what
he has to go back to that

Friday, February 5, 2010

What's in a Name


Its just the word you are known by. I really don’t care if I am addressed as Jose, Josie, Hosey, Joe, Sam or just a “Hey, you!!”. Many are known as weirdos and many known by their weird names. However, I have adopted an unusual nomenclature to my dear ones and it always made sense TO ME, a lot of sense.

LAISSE-MOI TRANQUILLE!!!


This is the month of St. Valentinus. Have you ever been under tremendous pressure trying too hard to meet the expectations set by our filthy community on special occasions? Well, I always had been. It starts with New Year and ends with Christmas just 5 days before the next one. More than what I want to do, it’s what others want to hear I did. Where are you celebrating this time?? What are you planning to wear? With whom are you going? WHAT???? Don’t tell me!!! Are you insane??? It sucks!! This place.. your hairstyle.. your clothes.. shoes.. AAARGHHH.. LAISSE-MOI TRANQUILLE!!! Let me be what I am or what I want to….

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

The Most Embarrassing Moment


I have had many embarrassing moments in my life. This is just the recent, not the most embarrassing one. Sorry if the title is misleading.


I stay in the midst of three IT companies in Koramangala. The street gets so busy in the evenings with all the techies trying to get back home. One cannot stretch his/her hands without poking an IT guy’s ass. It’s nice to watch them walk swiftly as if to keep their health. They are mostly absent minded in nature; they are either too formal or too casual. The young chaps are found with the iPod In-Ear-Headphones and the grey haired ones with Bluetooth headset (they generally talk so loudly about the project and the client neglecting or unaware of the confidentiality clause). They wear specs; carry a backpack with the company’s logo together with their attitude.



It was around 6.30pm when my roomie shook me up to offer a tea from the nearby bakery. He just needed company. I pulled a jean from the pile of dirty clothes lying in the corner of my room. I wore it over my boxer not sure if I was awake or asleep. I could open my eyes completely only after I reached the ground floor. We joined the horde of techies moving in the direction of the bakery. I was thinking how Katie and Micah became increasingly disturbed by a presence that may or may not be demonic but was certainly most active in the middle of the night. Yes, I had watched “Paranormal Activity” just before I fell asleep.



My terror filled dream turned to reality when I sensed some paranormal activity inside my jeans. As I walked I could feel something moving down from my knees to my foot. It was so frightening that kicked in the air to get rid of it. I saw something flying out of my jeans which landed on the backpack of a techie who walked in front. I walked nearer to him to have a close look at the creature which killed Micah.



To my surprise, that was not a creature but a colorful object with few letters on it. It read… J...O...C...K...E...Y…


What's your most embarrassing moment???

Monday, December 21, 2009

I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas


It's Christmas time again..

I guess I am crazy. I relate all my memories to places, songs, festive seasons, people, smell, etc. Have you ever eaten a green yummy gummy worm?? I have.. Rom forcefully put one into my mouth. ‘Lemon tree’ always reminded me of this episode even after eight long years. Don’t ask me why.. I really don’t know.. Probably it’s just that her cousin loved this song... Probably..

Do you know that I was convicted for an attempted murder when I was just six??? Raw mangoes were my weakness during childhood. Morris, my 16 year old neighbor knelt in front of me. I had a raw, real sour mango in my left hand and a knife in my right hand. GIVE IT TO ME!! He barked. He scared the shit out of me.. A pause.. I did not hesitate. I stroke him down with the knife. Five stitches on the forehead. I turned out to be an overnight sensation among the other kids in my neighborhood. Was I crazy??

Yesterday, one of my team members approached me for 3 days of leave. Something evoked my mind to bring up this unpleasant incident to my conscious mind. How could this happen out of the blue??? Give me a minute.. Said I. Sure!! He was back on his seat. Five minutes…. Rajan!!! He came up to me swiftly assuming that I had already approved his leaves. What’s in your mouth? A candy.. What candy?? Parle.. Which flavor?? Raw mango (Kacha Aam).. Great!!!! The mystery was solved. He gave me a perplexed look. I have granted your leaves.. Thank you!!! He offered me a Kacha Aam. I refused politely. I could not tell him that I didn’t like it coz it smelled blood.. He thought I was crazy.. Was I??

Would killing black ants cost someone’s life? It almost did. It was Christmas time.. I was watching my favorite cartoons series ‘A Pup Named Scooby-Doo’. My mom always found that some groceries were needed whenever I was doing something very important (Like watching Scooby-Doo). Moreover, she never let me negotiate on those ‘right away’ orders. But I could convince her that I cannot manage alone. My brother always cursed me for that.

I jumped out of the house and my eyes were caught on the wall. I saw a cluster of black ants which moved faster than the most common red ants. I enjoyed playing God and universe with such ants and insects. I would be the God who took care of the world (ant’s colony). I had complete control over them. I rescued them from all natural disasters. Sometimes I punished the bad ants. How could they settle on the wall without my permission??? I decided to punish them by sending fire. I took out an old newspaper and burnt it. Black ants moved very hastily. I only noticed hundreds of ants falling on the floor succumbing to the rage of their mighty God. But my mom noticed the lately painted (for Christmas), ‘as white as snow’ wall turning black. SLAP!!! Her five fingers said something to my face.. It took time for me to grasp what had happened. I was worried if the survivors would realize that their God was overpowered. With all agony and pain I asked her.. WHY HERE?? (I meant in front of the ants).. She didn’t seem to understand, she never cared..

All this happened, so we had to go late to the grocery shop. I walked holding my brother’s hand feeling deprived of my pride and honor. Suddenly, a fast moving object collided with us from behind. I was lifted and landed on the road in a fraction of a second. I saw my brother flying like the Superman to the other side of one of the most heavily traveled roads in Cochin at the peak hour. I could feel my shirt getting wet. I closed my eyes even before I realized that it was blood. That was a 'drunken master' in action. He was flying a motor bike and had hit us from behind during his stunt. As Mr. Bond said, "Accidents do happen".

I opened my eyes, I was smart enough to realize that I was in a hospital with the smell of disinfectants. I noticed my brother lying on the bed next to mine. I thought he was dead and he thought, vice versa.. I had four stitches on my head and my brother, five stitches on his chin. My mom cried till the day we were discharged from the hospital. She thought it all happened because of her. This would not have happened if she had sent us five minutes earlier to the shop. Even now, her eyes would overflow if I refer to this incident. I often did :).. Am I crazy??

The smell of paints and solvents remind me of Christmas. My papa made it a point that the house got painted every year just before Christmas. I still remember I would be under tremendous stress preparing for the mid term examinations. The house would be in a highly disorganized state with the smell of paints and turpentine. Every year, every single year, my papa hired the same guy who was highly inefficient and irritating. He took atleast six days to complete the work along with his assistants which can be completed in three day’s time. He would just laugh if we asked. He called me Josie, and atleast 25 times a day. Josie, I need some water.. Josie get the brush which I have kept on the table.. Josie get me a rope.. Josie turn on the TV, I need to watch the news.. Almost every year I asked my papa not to hire him atleast for the next year. That year he delayed it so much that he finished the painting on 24th evening.

My friends had come home that evening so that we could all go for the midnight mass from there. As soon as we entered the house, I called my mom and started cursing that guy, explaining how lazy and unproductive he was. I also told that he was an idiot who never knew how to manage his work. My mom stood there without uttering a word.. Her face turned red.. I felt something was wrong. One of my friends poked me from behind and pointed towards the sofa. I slowly turned towards the sofa. I saw him sitting there without even chewing the banana chips he had already put in his mouth. He left the tea cup half filled and came to me. He patted on my back and said, “Merry Christmas” and left humiliated and dishonored on a Christmas eve.. I am sure I was crazy!!


I am in a constant battle with myself to suppress the bad things in me and to bring out the goodness. This Christmas, I dream of being a better son, a better brother, a better companion and a better neighbor. May the good times and treasures of the present become the golden memories of tomorrow. Wish you lots of love, joy and happiness.


MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!


"Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it's Christmas."
- Dale Evans Rogers

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

I WAS HERE..


I was born in one little corner of the world. It soon became my world. I was a shy kid who always used to smile regardless of the circumstances. I was very calm, quiet and innocent for the ones not so close and mischievous for the dear ones.

My home was my battlefield and my brother, my rival. We fought for the care and attention from mom. That, in fact, was not my concern. Most of our relatives, neighbors and friends found him smarter than me. They often proclaimed it in groups and this was a SUPREME INSULT for me. They thought I was a dumbass who never talked, but smiled. My brother was a social animal and enjoyed the highest degree of popularity among family and friends. My mom thought he was tidy and clean, and I, a complete menace. I jumped over the bed with soiled feet. I always spilled liquid food on the floor and splashed water from the faucet after brushing my teeth. I cannot tell you how my mom hated wet floor.

He participated in almost all sports events in school and won many prizes as well. My only achievement was that I was part of the theatre in school. I still remember doing the role of “Salvation” who rescued people from the pit of sins. However, that did not make me popular in school. With the heavy make up and weird costumes, I don’t think someone even recognized me. He had a very nice handwriting, I didn’t. I was glad that at least in studies; he was an average student just like me.

He started earning when he was just 12 years old. His business spread across various fields including, but not limited to philately, numismatics, aquaculture, rabbit breeding etc. The secret behind his success was that he was really passionate about whatever he did. My dad was so proud when he bought a bike (bicycle) with the money he saved. He was good at saving, I was good at spending.

I had a habit of sleeping while eating. Sometimes, I used to doze off right into the plate filled with food. He always had a sense of duty to make sure that he lifted my head from the plate (holding my hair) and plunged it on to the part of the plate where my mom had served the ‘curry’. I would wake up with an earsplitting shriek. My face would be covered with a thick layer of gravy, burning eyes, blurred vision, an absolutely filled nose and partially filled lungs. I thought of numerous ways to slaughter him. But, neither did I have the courage nor strength to deal with him physically.

“Every little dog has its day”. One fine day, my mom made a special preparation of rice and mutton similar to ‘Biriyani’. I like less spicy and less oily food in spite of the fact that I am a south Indian. I often demanded such customized delicacies. She didn’t mind as long as I devoured every bit of it. There were not many fans for these custom foods at home. My brother loved spicy food; when I say spicy, I mean it.. So spicy, that the bloody tissue would catch fire. That probably might be the reason for my affinity towards non-spicy food.

White Biriyani (please suggest a better name if you have one) was ready. I prepared myself to pamper my taste buds with this yummy food.It was hot. I dug the plate in search of mutton pieces. I felt the mutton pieces were playing hide and seek. Gotcha!!! One fine piece of mutton. I threw it into my mouth. It was not my typical non-spicy kind of a piece. It disclosed a woman’s immense affection towards her elder son. “Make sure that you don’t swallow the food till you have chewed it 32 times”, I remembered my granny. I counted. 32, 33, 47, 62 89. I gave up. I kept back the piece into the plate. I do not know what a piece of mutton that was! How much ever one chewed, it would still remain in tact. I was about to throw it when my brother came in running after his playground routine. I was sure he would place his dirty hand on my plate. I covered all the other mutton pieces nicely and kept that special piece in a way that would grab his attention. I had guessed it right!!“MOM!!! How have you prepared mutton??? No salt, no spice, NOTHING!!!”, he roared. Mom was surprised. “Are you crazy??? How spicy do you want me to make it??”. I ran to the toilet. I didn’t have the guts to laugh in front of him. How could someone expect a mutton piece, that was chewed 89 times, to be spicy??? I laughed my head off.

We both shared the common interest in traveling. Probably for the same reason, we became very close as we grew young. We traveled throughout south India on a very frequent basis. We became more of friends than brothers. We used to talk about all those witty things and laughed so hard that food came out of our noses. He was my ATM when I went to Bangalore to pursue my studies. He bought me branded apparel, an expensive cellphone (which was stolen 3 months later in a BMTC bus on my way to college) and provided me with pocket money which made me popular in college. He is happily married now. I thought that would change his attitude, but it didn’t.

“The face, structure and life style of Cochin is changing rapidly”, my brother said. That was really strange. We never discussed such topics. “Great news!!! So what??”. “The government is initiating a flyover project which would run right over our house.” “A FLYOVER??? I do not want to stay under a flyover!!!” “Nor does the government”, he said with a smile. I got it. I am not gonna find my home where it was. This news hit me hard. I can never be home wherever I find myself.