ഒരിടത്തൊരിടത്ത് ഒരു രാജാവുണ്ടായിരുന്നു. അദ്ദേഹത്തിന് 2 മക്കളുണ്ടായിരുന്നു: മൂത്തവന് ഒരു ദാമുവും, ഇളയവന് മറ്റേ രാമുവും. ഒരു ദാമു വളരെ പാവവും ദയാശീലനും ആയിരുന്നു. എന്നാല് മറ്റേ രാമു ദുഷ്ടനും മഹാ പോക്കിരിയുമായിരുന്നു. ഒരിക്കല് ഇവര് 2 പേരും കൂടി മീന് പിടിക്കാന് രാജകൊട്ടാരത്തില് ഉള്ള കുളം തപ്പാന് പോയി. കൊട്ടാരം മുഴുവന് തപ്പിയെങ്കിലും കുളം കണ്ടുപിടിക്കാന് പറ്റിയില്ല. മീന് കിട്ടിയില്ലെങ്കില് അന്ന് രാത്രി ചോറുണ്ണാന് പറ്റില്ല എന്ന് ഒരു ദാമുവും കോഴിയെ ഒരെണ്ണം പിടിച്ചാല് അന്നത്തേക്ക് കുശാല് ആയിരിക്കുമെന്ന് മറ്റേ രാമുവും പറഞ്ഞു. അനിയച്ചാര് പറഞ്ഞ അഭിപ്രായത്തോട് ചേട്ടന് പിള്ളക്ക് ഒട്ടും യോജിക്കാന് പറ്റിയില്ല. അത് കൊണ്ട് അവര് 2 പേരും കൂടി ഒരു ഓട്ടപ്പന്തയം വെക്കാന് തീരുമാനിച്ചു. പന്തയത്തില് ജയിക്കുന്നവന് ഒരു കോഴിയെ കൊന്നു കറി വെച്ച് മറ്റേവന് കൊടുക്കണം. ഇതായിരുന്നു അവര് തമ്മിലുള്ള ഇടപാട്. പന്തയത്തില് വളരെ വിധക്തമായി മറ്റേ രാമു ആണ് ജയിച്ചത്..; ചേട്ടനോട് മത്സരിച്ച് ജയിച്ച മറ്റേ രാമു ഒരു ദാമുവിനെ നോക്കി പൊട്ടിച്ചിരിക്കാന് തുടങ്ങി.
“ചിക്കന് കറി വെക്കണോ അതോ ഫ്രൈ ചെയ്യണോ??”, ഒരു ദാമു മറ്റേ രാമുവിനോട് ചോദിച്ചു.
“കറി വെച്ചാല് മതി!”, മറ്റേ രാമു പറഞ്ഞു.
“കഷ്ണം മുഴവന് നിനക്കും പകുതി ചാറു എനിക്കും! അല്ലേ?”
“ചാറില് മുക്കി തിന്നാല് മതി!”
“എടാ! നീയൊക്കെ എന്നും എച്ചി തന്നെ ആണെടാ….!!”
“എടാ! നിന്നേ പോലെ ഉള്ള ചേട്ടന്മാര്ക്ക് എന്നും ഇങ്ങനെ തന്നെ വരണമെടാ!!.”
PS: Reread the above content with,
*രാജാവ് as BCCI
*ഒരു ദാമു as Sreesanth
*മറ്റേ രാമു as Ajit Chandila
*കുളം as ODI
*പന്തയം as IPL
*മീന് as Money earns from the normal match
*കോഴി as Spot Fixing
*കറി as a fixed % of money earns from the spot fixing matches.
*ഫ്രൈ as the full amount of money earns from the spot fixing matches.
ഇത്തരമൊരു പോസ്റ്റ് വഴി യാതൊരു രീതിയിലും ഞാന് ആരെയും കുറിച്ച് തരംതാഴ്ത്തി സംസാരിക്കുകയോ കളിയാക്കുകയോ ചെയ്തിട്ടില്ല. അങ്ങനെ എന്തെങ്കിലും വായനക്കാരായ നിങ്ങള്ക്ക് തോന്നുന്നുണ്ടെങ്കില് അത് തികച്ചും സങ്ങല്പ്പികം മാത്രം.
Life is the combination of obdurate incidents.
Few among them may be cunning ones,
And the rest must be strait laced outputs.
I’m not a good survivor of or against such creaky acts;
Mad enough to accept those portentous facts though.
If there is a reason for everything happens on this living planet,
Then why few among us has a fear of facing those painful realities?
Am I misjudging anyone here in the society?
Or underestimating few people there in my home itself?
My mom is a bipolar patient;
I know and accept it in the right sense like a newbie being!
Is it like a default program created by the brain cells;
Not as similar to the ones in a brave heart?
I’m confused!
But never feel so bad about who I’m;
Why I’m there;
What’s so special about me here?
Answers always hide behind your head!
Come on!! You can argue with them,
Catch them if you can,
And show me that lovely smile which can hold your victory.
“Let the world change you, then you can change the world”
First of all, my heartfelt apologies to Manu Chetan for not giving any proper attention to a worthy book which he had gifted me during our last meeting at my homeland on 16th March 2013. Still, I don’t know why I kept it in my little collection of books for so long and dumped like a frustrated stuff contains around 170 pages? Whenever I opened my bookshelf, it always hid somewhere between the Malayalam collections which I usually don’t look around at all. Is that a specific reason which I could compensate with the foolishness I did? Does it matter here? Of course, it doesn’t and I strongly believe in a fact that it was such an idiotic act which I ever did in the past few months. *REGRETS*
Cover page of “Motor Cycle Diaries”
It was during last night, I came to see this book on my shelf while taking “The Oath of Vayuputras” which I’m currently reading now. Took it directly from the shelf and looked at its beautiful cover page portraying the title “Motor Cycle Diaries” (both in Malayalam & English scripts), and turned its pages randomly for a minute. Then I went to my table which has a classic table lamp at the left side corner where I usually do spend my time for studying and reading books. Opened the book and I kept staring at the 1st page which consists of a brief bio about Che which didn’t catch my attention in comparing with a young man’s signature below it.
I stuck on this page for a few minutes!!
“Memories are always a kind of sacred visuals coming out of our soul; every normal human being could assure about it in his current life as though they are good or bad ones”, I thought.
After completing this book at around 03:45 am on last night I hadn’t felt any deep rooted eminent feelings in me as a reader anyway. But the fractional happiness which I got later for a while was more than this few consistent reading experience. Che! Ernesto Che Guevara. He is the man! I was familiar about him only through a countable number of images which came across or nearer to me as links through various webs while surfing via cyber media. Most among them are having a similar background though! For me, he was just a strong leader who has led many bravery attacks against the well organized enemies, and achieved bashful notable victories through fantastic attempts decades back. But this book has squelched my sunken visuals about him in a very vivid manner I guess. I have seen the transformation of Ernesto Guevara as a jejune, but a passionate medical student into a Cuban leader. His brave revolutionary attempts not only changed the face of the entire Latin American continent, but it shaped the perspectives and the thoughts of millions of people from all around the world at that time.
Che wasn’t a passionate writer or novelist; hence please don’t expect kinda uncluttered contents from this book. His descriptions are all about the places, events, challenges and experiences during the long journey he had with his friend Alberto Granado to Latin America on an impetuous motor cycle. That too not as in the form of a literary chain, but in a very beautiful- simple- humorous- syllogistic way. I could sense the simplicity and the morally upright mind of a brave soul which the history has ever shown us through this translated book version by Che’s daughter, Aleida Guevara March. As she stated in the introductory part, “I’m also in love with a legend like Ernesto Che Guevara now!”
Now, I’ll be looking forward for its movie version and check myself how far I absorbed the contents of the book. Once again, thank you so much for this valuable gift, Manu Cheta!!\m/ 
PS 01: Special thanks to R. K. Bijuraj for its Malayalam translation part too! Indeed, he really did a great job.
PS 02: Read the quote which I found out from this dandy piece at the top of this post and get one copy of the book if ya can!!
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead is purely coincidental. The characters are fictional and of my own creation.
18th December 2022:
“Wake up, Rahul! Come on, it’s 08:15 now. You are already late to go to work!”
My mom starts singing in my ears in that early morning of a new day. I was having a seraphic conversation with Kaley Cuoco during last night after such a wide gap through Wechat. It’s one among the parallel reasons behind the hectic cum long sleeping schedule in my cotton couch; though mom doesn’t know about it. I wake up from the bed in a lazy mood, thinking about the very delightful talk I had with Cuoco in the late midnight of the last day and the funny things she did via the video chat option for that last 148 seconds before cutting the call!! If my ailing network didn’t strike at that candid moment, we wouldn’t ended up our fervid conversation so soon I guess. Of course! We should talk in such an unreserved way. It’s a quiet unknown fact to you all that I’m talking to this beautiful gal after 3 years. We haven’t kept contacts in between this 365*3 days towards each other after her marriage with the “The Big Bang Theory” leading hero Jim Parsons. The major reasons were her family concerns and the discussions they have been doing together for the making of “The Big Bang Theory: 25th season” . As her one among the closest friends, I wish it wouldn’t tie up finally with a divorce as before!
I’m already aware that today is going to be legendary if I will take a leave, stay at home itself and get relief from my busy working sessions at the office at least for a day.
What happened on last night:
I decide to lie on my bed for a while again and start checking; listening to the voice messages which I received from her in my WeChat inbox folder.
: “Hey Rahul! It’s being after a long time. How are you, Darling?”
(She used to call me as darling during our chats! I don’t know why? 
)
: “Duh! I’m alright with him. Why didn’t you try to keep contact with me all these days? I really did miss ya loads. Jim has inquired me about you in the morning and hence I have thought of calling you. How is things going out there? How is your life going on with Lavigne?
: “Hell ya!! What happened between you two? Definitely! This is an unexpected bad news which I came to know about from you. You were her hero, uh?
: Oh my gosh! Indeed, it sounds really bad. Wait! Let me check whether she is available in online. If so, let’s have a common talk here.
: Why? What happened, Dude? Did you get hurt from her that much?
: Okay! Hold on. Jim is calling me. Will catch you after some time.
I felt so shy and sad when Lavigne came in our talks! My emotions started to yell at me through this short conversation I had with Cuoco.
“I can never miss or judge her,
Since she is my aesthetic soul.
An ever ending life which I would like to have with her;
Keeping our fingers crossed,
Sharing our dreams together in a fancy wooden hut.
Don’t leave me alone, my love;
Kill me instead if you can.
Don’t flatter me like a smashing witchcraft.
Accept the depth of my true implication in you,
Reject the faint thoughts with you,
Hate them,
And love me again as before”
I met Lavigne in a concert conducted in Pakistan on 19th March 2015. It was the beginning of our relationship and we mingled at few International music conferences conducted here in London too. There existed a kind of connive behavior in between us in these meetings at first. But Naomi has exchanged and sum up my additional interest on Lavigne during a pop music event conducted in Toronto where Naomi and I was present. Actually, Naomi was the mediator and a very close friend of mine who has put efforts for controlling our frequent meetings at different parts of the world. Hence I decided to call my other friend Naomi Watts at that instant of consternation, and wished for having a sudden change of emo mood set up.
For my luck, she was also there in online.
: “Hai buddy! What’s up there?”
: “I see…! Even me too don’t have any contact with Lavigne after your divorce. Wait for Cuoco’s call, Rahul. How are you doing?”
: “Oh! Great. I’m currently doing a project with Speilberg in which Korean actor Choi Min-Sik is the leading character. It deals with a similar plot to the one which I did in “The Impossible”. Min-Sik is sitting in the caravan next to mine. He is a must meet actor for an aspiring filmmaker like you. Let me see whether he is free now or not!
: Okay! If so, let’s have a talk with him later then. So tell me? Do you still love her?
: What happened? Are you sure about it?
: I don’t know about its legal dilemma’s anyway. Will let you know after asking my personal advocate before tomorrow, okay?
: How come, Rahul? The age difference between you two is 9 years, ya know? Do you think that the decision which you are going to take is an apt one for the present situation?
: Yes, I agree! Age isn’t at all a matter of love between two souls. Does it mean that she still loves you?
: Accept the realities, My friend. You are too young in comparing with Avril. A bright future is waiting for you on this revolving planet of wonders. Achieve your heights and stay blessed.
: Okay! Continue your talk with Cuoco then. It’s time for me to go for the next take which is a challenging sequence in this flick itself. See you around soon. Hugs to you, My friend.
I got a notification in my gadget showing Cuoco’s message and a new friend request! I had declined to open the friend request notification and directly moved to my friend’s message.
: Hey! Are you there?
: Okay! I have just talked with your gal minutes before. She is perfectly fine and the weird thing which I came to know about from her behavior was, “She didn’t ask at least a single word noting about your name or work you have been currently doing?” Does that sounds funny? Hahahah…!
: I’m sorry! It doesn’t I know. I was kidding you.
: Uggggg! I’m sorry…
: I’m SORRY!!!!
: F**k you, Hero!! Stop moping me like a pro now. If not, you’ll be dead soon. (Hahahahaha)
: Yeah! I know. Leave all those topics, Rahul. You just keep smiling now. I have something really interesting to show you here. Turn on your cam and change to video chat!
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I really loved watching these images and video which do show the memorable funny moments that my friend has together with her hubby! She signed off by advising me to always stay cool and keep hoping for a better future rising ahead me.
In the afternoon of 18th December 2022:
I think of calling my zombie friend Natasha, who is currently working as the General Manager of Zombie Mania Association, Zombieland.
: Phewwww! What a pleasant surprise is this? I thought, you have already forgotten me?
: Hahaha! Yeah, Rahul. We’re working so hard for finding new zombies from the various centers on your planet. If you don’t mind, help me please!
: Alright! We have celebrated our association’s 100th Anniversary on last week. Here is the group photo of the members in our group.
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: I came to see a few of your Facebook status updates about us recently. I thank you now for the good work you have been working on for the upliftment of our people’s honor in your society. Kudos to Zombies!\m/
I see another notification coming by the way on screen while talking with Natasha.
“You have received a friend request from Choi Min-Sik”
With a much awaited action, I turn off Natasha’s call and accept the new request from Min-Sik, the legend in the Korean Film Industry.
: Hey Rahul! Naomi mentioned about you during our last night shooting set in Alaska. How are you, Young man? Heard that you are an avid short movie maker?
: Yeah! “I saw the devil” and “Oldboy” were the 2 flicks which gave an amazing success in my career. I’m glad to hear from you that you are a fabulous fan of mine.
: Sure! Naomi is a good pal of mine too. She is really a worthy actress and beautiful actress who could deal with any kind of roles in the industry. Perhaps, that might be her own epic symbol in front of other newbie actresses coming into the field these days.
: Yeah! We’ll be there in London by the end of this month for shooting the climax of the movie which I have been working now. I wish to watch your little movies and meet you directly there. Have a great day ahead, My friend. Bye. Take care.
He ended the call and I look through the window nearby where I’m sitting, holding the gadget in right hand and enjoy remembering back about the beautiful glory of various moments while talking with my friends, except the glum figures of my love. It’s then I realize about the friend request which I had received while talking with Cuccoo. I opened the WeChat software again and check the friend requests’ tab.
“Holy Shit! It’s my love. How dare did I neglect her last night?”
I accept it with a sudden action by looking at the cute pic which she has kept as her profile pic. My heart starts feeling the joys of receiving my love’s request. Yeah! She is mine and I do love her more than anything in this real world.
: Hey honey! Are you there? (At 02:30:00 pm)
: Avril…….! (At 02:33:14 pm)
: My love!! Where are you?????? (At 02:33:42 pm)
: How are you doing there, dear? Where are you now? (At 02:45:00 pm)
: Catch me directly on Skype or messenger soon! Let’s talk directly, dear one. (At 03:01:32 pm)
: Honeeeyyyyyyy!! (At 06:42:53 pm)
I opened my WeChat profile again to check whether I have received any reply from her.
“Don’t disturb me anymore! I have started forgetting things we had together in those days and don’t try to make things much more serious! Please don’t follow me and spoil my current happy days”
Later, I clicked her profile in the list, but find that it isn’t accessible. Then I search for her profile in the search tool provided at the top of the software and click on the profile in which I have seen her lovely pica before.
“You have been blocked by the user of this profile and hence you can’t have further access to this profile anymore”
I turn off my gadget, place it above the table and sit in the same position nearer to the window; watching the countenance of birds flying through the blue sky.
PS: Writing this post for a contest conducted by Indiblogger in connection with WeChat!
I know her for more than an hour,
But she doesn’t know that I stare at her for so long;
Independent of the way in which we sit here in this coffee shop together;
Cross our heads in the same table;
Neither a coincidence nor a melodramatic incident;
An inexplicable emergence of the attraction between 2 genders.
Why can’t I control myself behind this gal’s illusory beauty?
Is it because of her innocence,
Or the attitude which makes her as perfect as impossible?
I don’t know!
Really! She has a distinctive influence over me.
I could sense it clearly,
Feel this very new crush with an alight being ;
Though I have seen a lot of gals before.
Why?
The question is, “why?”
I don’t wish to know about the reason;
I wonder if she can guess why I’m like this!
Till that moment of mutual recognition,
Will continue looking at her in the same way as I do now!
Sometimes feelings are just overwhelming statues;
With eyes and ears closed,
Bow in its sinuous mood,
Make scratches on your true heart,
And count stars yelling above your precipitous head.
If you can’t conquer anything from such garbled deflections,
This is the right time for you to raise your voices.
Raise your voices!
Alas! Raise your voices.
Don’t be so shy in front of an unswerving statue;
You are not deaf or dumb to alter for a strange icon.
No one is going to stop you;
Or at least please don’t try to change yourself for one,
Even if that someone is whom you really do care about for so long.
In fact! This is your life.
Indeed! This is your life,
Though I’m not gonna exchange my visions to feed through it.
