Anti- Historic Man

“He’s a mystery behind him! Everybody says so; I haven’t ever met him directly, although I also believe in what others believe.”

“I’d a photograph that I’ve taken together with him last year at Marais. I missed it somehow a month before…. He hugged me before he left. That made an uttermost peace in him that still shines since that day…..”

“He is a criminal with a loyal mind! The conspiracies he’s made to kill the rules of society are unbeatable… He’s done everything alone and that’s one of his rules of living in an hypocratic society”

“C’mon! Never keep on asking queries regarding him. He’s a white street-dog who always follows him. Of course, he knows that he’s a supreme power in him that nobody among have. Neither you nor I know it. But he is so special, indeed!”

“You could indubitably feel it while talking to him! I met him once so coincidentally while I was heading back to home after spending my wallet for some weekend’s FUN. He was on his bicycle, singing Gibson’s Only in My Dreams of 80’s. A black dog was also following him. I was a little drunk, too. I suppose, he noted me at a distance itself under the street light’s gleam. He stopped his bicycle right in front of me and asked to sit on the carrier so that he could drop me at my home which is merely 3 kms apart. I tried to depart for not revealing out my sanity; I shouted at him from the kick of what I’d. Eventually, he made me under his control through his singing. He rode the bicycle with my fatty ass on the back. Slowly, I’d given partial attention to him; that short-conversation changed everything. The way he talks… It kept me as an avid listener on the carrier behind him,  professing complete silence to know what he’d been telling… It changed me; it changed my life; I’m more happy than what I was. He is the man: miracle man with those mysterical attitude.”

“Don’t worry! You’re not gonna find him from anywhere out here soon. He’s insane; in case if you find him, keep on asking whatever questions you’ve in mind and be a brave heart to be one of his beloved follower. Even if you can’t, you’ll definitely become…. That’s him; a living God…”

“Okay! Don’t believe him. People simply praise for the good terms and conditions they’ve with this man. For me, he’s an immortal man with a lot of happiness and energy in him; it makes others happy as well. I don’t believe in anything more or less other than this about him.”

Photo Credits: Google Images


Words of mystery

Flew in the face of

My life- a satire.

Photo Credits: Google Images

Review: Motor Cycle Diaries

“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 afforded 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 normally don’t look round at all. Is that a specific reason which I could make up with the foolishness I did? Does it matter anyway? Of course, it doesn’t and I strongly believe in a fact that it was such an idiotic act which I ever served 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!!

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!! 🙂

Genial Ramble

I wish to fly like a bird,

So that no one could control me.

It does not matter, where I go,

Or where am I right now.

Freedom is a histrionic path,

Where the way I’m going to fly is an exuberant ledge.

I may have to travel along with the boisterous schedules,

Face the unfamiliar challenges of slicks,

Meet strange events of manifold characters,

Mix up with the ever rending climatic conditions.

But the only HOPE in front of me is the  glittering TARGET,

Which I have to achieve through this journey,

And the blessings of almighty for a safer perambulation.