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Randomness

After a 14 month hiatus, up from the mundane and on the blog.

And I have moved my blog into a more professional setup- a WordPress blog.

I have been jotting some random thoughts throughout the year and hey presto, here they go:

  • Gone are the days where the people who used to talk aloud with no one in sight was being called mad. Now you see people, talk with actions on the roads and no one bats an eye under the assumption that they are talking on their AirPod or the likes of it. Tucked under the ears (hidden if you have untied long hair that falls over your ears), this serves as a deterrent for vague conversations and a causative agent for mental assumptions (assuming a screw or two is loose)
  • Your loved ones are hearted- the heart sign is a universally accepted symbol of love. But Malayalam calls the dearest as ‘karale‘ (liver). Is this an ignorance that just caught up or a paradigm that signifies our affinity towards alcohol and the unabated importance of liver?
  • Greeting a fellow Malayalee in the Gelf usually is thought to culminate at ‘Naatil Evdeya?‘ (which part of Kerala are you from?). A cliched question, if you were to ask me. This cliche has circumvented its perimeter and has moved on to the next question- ‘Ini enna naatilek?’ (when are you going to Kerala next?)A common question, if you were to ask me? Then comes the funny part, ‘Ethrayayi?‘ (How much was it?). The question that gives you jitters and the answer that makes you swell with pride if you paid a penny less for the paramount thingamabob that unravelled this communique- the air ticket. The lower the fare, the bigger your ego.
  • Have you ever thought that you were born with a limb too less? I have!! Imagine born with 3 hands. Casting away the oddity of an imbalanced torso, just imagine the uses. Eating at a crowded restaurant, unable to keep your phone in viewing mode to watch the YouTube video or a bittersweet season finale of your favorite show on Netflix- picture this scenario with a 3rd hand. While you hold the burger with both hands and the occasional cola swig, your 3rd hand keeps the phone intact and hey presto, you have shod the awkwardness of eating alone and the convenience of watching. If ever in a fight ( I hope not), you can pin down the person with 2 hands and beat them black and blue with the third (voila).

These are just some random thoughts that I’ve had.

Love to hear about your random idiosyncrasies too.

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The Barbershop Ordeal

I have always loved evading crowds. Seldom does it work on the roads on the way to the office, but otherwise I hate crowds and will go to the extent of giving an arm and leg to not crowd in a crowd.
 
And that is exactly the reason why I don’t go for a haircut on weekends. Not only are all the salon chairs full, but all the chairs in the waiting area are too. There are people queuing for a chair in the waiting area behind the people queuing for a chair with the hairdresser.
 
That day too was a dismal day in my records of evading the crowd. The barbershop/ salon/ saloon/ hairdresser whatever your part of the world calls it, was full. 5 chairs were occupied and all the seats in the waiting area were too. I was the lone one standing. Signalling the crowd on the sofa to scooch a bit, I sat.
 
To talk about my salon, it is an old world shop which prides in its regular customers. With my 3 year bond with them, they were familiar faces for me and knew what exactly had to be done to my colossal head. This was an old time shop who never ceded to the beats of English songs but would either entice you by playing nostalgic Bollywood songs or would test your patience by playing some dubbed Bollywood movie.
 
So back to today, everyone who was not on the salon chair was glued on to the 5 inches in front of them, swiping and sliding to get that panache moment, but never getting to it. 
The ingress and egress from the barber chairs continued like clockwork, no one cutting the line, everyone was in a hurry yet no one hastened the flow.
 
And then my turn came. And I was assigned to a new guy- (he was just another guy who had never ever cut my hair)
 
The haircut and beard trim went fine. My usual routine of head massage and face scrub was the one that was eventful and even today, sends shivers down my spine. 
Like a potter moulding clay, his hands went all over my hair. That monstrosity of a human being had squished and squirmed my skull. I could hear my cranial bones pleading to me in anguish while each of his arm movement let out a creak, a squeal and a howl from the head.
 
After he ensured that oil had seeped as deep as my medulla oblongata, he tried straightening my spine. What started slowly had escalated to full-blown punches. I was in half a mind to sue him for physical torture. 
 
Once that self-imposed torture was over, he started off with my face scrub. He started off with a moderate pace over the contours of my face with a cream. Once the almond scrub was out of the pack, he again started to show his true colours. I could bet my face was two tones fairer by the time he was done. Or was it just a mirage due to the lightheadedness he had gifted me a while ago. 
 
But something wonderful did emerge from this ordeal. My deviated nasal septum, after all the torture it subjected to, became less deviated making my breathing a less laborious affair.
Walking back to the place a month later, breathing better yet shivering a bit, I really did let out a sigh of relief not seeing him. My usual guy did his usual thing and got him usual pay and an unusual tip, all just like clockwork. 

 

  
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It started just like that….

           

           Thank you, God for making me feel to do this at least now. 

           Thank you, Deepak Gopalakrishnan aka ‘Chuck‘ for being an inspiration, I have gone through all your works (well, I know that you don’t know me, but still…)

            Thank you, Mom, Dad & Arun
                  
            Thank you, fellow OOEHSians, SBOAns, VIDYAites, T.I.M.Ers and Great Lakers (esp. Karthick ‘Superman‘ian, a “blogging” genius, but not otherwise 😉 kidding :P)
                    
            At last, I present before you, my personal, hand(typed)written, brainchild…. MY BLOG. 
                 
            After years of laziness and haphazardly thinking of what would I be writing if I were to start blogging, I finally sat in front of my laptop. Gazing into the distance and back onto the screen, I let my mind wander loose, untouched by the ”progress” of my day-to-day activities.

             Lost in thoughts and making my mind empty, I felt myself reeling side by side on the banks of a river adrift with all my memories (all what I could recollect)

             Be it the turmoil, anguish and grief it had caused or be it the elation or sheepishness it made, I was happy that I could revisit my past and revitalize the energy within.

             A trigger would only go in, cultivate thoughts and bring a smile on your face,
                                                             only when you have time, 
                                                             only when you have nothing to do.

             Especially when it is on the eve of your exam…..