A cry in the wilderness!!!! Part I
Posted on May 08, 2009 under General
A cry in the wilderness!!!!
There was a lot of noise outside.I got up from my bed to see what is going on outside? I was just having a little rest after a tedious session of what you may call as investigative journalism .The evening sun was peeping through the windows drawing enigmatic and gory murals on the adjacent walls, as if it was the judgement day!!!.
“Maro saale ko, Kuthe bahar nikal …” Yes there was a mob outside, pelting stones and brandishing local armoury. I felt a chill on my spine, what the hell is going on?
“thud” a stone hit right on my temples, and its sudden impact made me reel down, in agonising pain. A moment later I gathered myself, ran towards the door, Somebody was trying to break open the front door!!
My profession as a journalist has earned me enough enemies, The report on the recent massacre in the name of religion might have kindled the spark, nay the lightning ,!!! I pondered,
Well, I had no further time to think. I heard people shouting, wailing, howling, weeping, abusing from the yonder flats, as unfortunately I was on the third floor,. I could not see what was happening near me, as the only way to outside world was my front door,which was blocked, and straining to flee from the hinges, at any moment due to the heavy pressure put on it by the unruly mob craving for my blood, ? I realised that at any moment the door may give way and I may be left with no mercy at the belligerent gathering.
Man,, you have to live, at least for your kids, your family, clinging on the only hope that is you, and they cant just be left in the lurch , and you are not destined to be killed by this wicked devils who does not have any feeling for their fellow beings and purely guided by political motives!! My inner conscience cajoled me , I was almost at the end of my wits when I knew that jumping through the balcony may be foolish, as, even if I reach the ground in one piece there was a bigger mob down there to swallow me alive with burning torches,in their hands.
Now I have to somehow prevent the mob breaking open my door, only hope was to try to push the heavy book rack against it, which I don’t know whether I can manage alone!
I had only Hobson’s choice, I lunged toward the rack and mustered all the strength and courage left with me, and pushed, OHHH, it is inching toward the door, hopefully,
Minutes appeared as long long hours to me , but by Herculean efforts, I could reach it against the door, by the time the hinges were squealing heavily with the tremendous pressure withstood so long . Hell, my temples were bleeding like hell, blinding me , and I was about to loose conscience, but, some how, I managed to keep my eyes open, and wiping away the blood which was gushing out of the wounds. I felt a bit safe at the thought that the noise outside was gradually receding and there was abrupt silence for a few seconds, I tried to peep through the balconly, which was grilled and covered, though, and to ignite my anxiety, I found the crowd was gone and there were occupants of the neighbouring flats fleeing to safety.
I could hear them shouting , ohh God, this trauma, will it end, or just engulf me in its wrath of disastrous flames forever?
God, hath sent all men equal , with no barriers of religion, caste or creed, , and it is high time that the different man made communities who created these impregnable fortresses,bury the hatchet and nurse the wounds hatched up in utter hatred and disregard to the fellow beings, but in the name of religion!!! ,lest the budding generation, unwary of such heinous crimes, shall never ever forgive, and their every single drop of tear shall shatter to smithereens including the last one who lies buried under the graveyards of insanity.
My happiness was shortlived when I found that through the broken window panes smoke balls were slung inside, and in a fraction of a second I could sense the acrid smell of burning wood and rubber, oh!! They have put my home on fire!!!. Kerosene and dirty clothes on fire created a nauseating sensation, and I was chocking ., virtually, when my inner self guided me toward the toilet on the other side, of the hall, where I snapped open the shower and tried to cooldown my sweltering body, , and kept all the taps open and water gushing out of them provided a temporary solace to my ailing self, though I knew that the water also will defitely get hot with the tubes getting burnt, and to add fuel to the fire, my nostalgic collection of books went aflame, I shut the bathroom door, in utter agony, only to realise that my time must be counted from now, as there is no escape , and as the water too started getting hotter, and hotter, I felt to muster all the left life in me and started praying, that let God forgive me of all the sins, as I felt being dragged down in a whirlpool never ending, to depths unfathomed, where reality is lost to infinity, and the glow of a thousand suns washing away the tiniest ember, into oblivions.
Hours later: may be days ???
I woke up and found myself ensconsed to the bed, shivering and quite a lot of inquisitive eyes prying on me ?. Was I alive, or in the netherworld? I couldn’t decipher, but to my feeble mind, as a soothing breeze, I could recognise my children, my wife, and all my loving friends, oh,, God is great, they told me that I luckly escaped as the police had rushed to the site by the time I fell unconscious in the toilet, and the flowing water inside kept me live!! My skin was almost baked, but, I lived, I live even today, cursing myself, of this barbaric insane and uncivilized society which I live in, hands tied, blinded , brainwashed, and left to continue like a vegetable lamenting on my fate.!!!
Ajay menon,
ajay2354@yahoo.com
Saturday, July 17, 2010
All about shawls
Hey, Shawl, Duppatta, or that long piece of cloth worn around the neck by men and women, is not just a drapery, it has its own enigma, its own charm, its own story, which goes like this:
The " thing" worn around, has it origin to places usually colder, and not tropical places, as it is basically used to protect you from chilly weather.However, it has now become a indispensable item in any wardrobe.Why? , Let me classify the usage of the fabric based on gender.
Ladies first:
Though of unquestionable origin, the duppatta, has been hanging around the necks of very an indian lady, and it is the epitome of cultural inheritage,than a fashion statement, often, displaying modesty and virginity.At times, girls dressing up without this appendage was oft treated as vagabonds !! Obviously the outlook of the Indian society is changing at snails pace, though, is appreciable.The duppatta comes in all styles and hues, and trims, and it could be hung in many a ways around the lissome neck, of the lady just a U tie, flinging both the ends on the back, which flutters with every gentle breeze and throws envious glances all around..,or the conservative tie, with the ends still dangling on the back, but the U is deeper in the front , well covering the bosom, from prying eyes, and ogling urchins, and at times, the most casual, with one end on the back and one on the front, but both tied up at the hip level, especially useful while working , or driving, .A more adorable scene is when the lady covers her head too with the fabric, which gives a pristine indian look, and the old times north indian "bahu"s do peep through it, when addressing strangers, at home.
Now for the uses of this fabric: (women could use !! ) For wiping sweat (common to man and women) for wiping hands , for covering when the weather drops down, to shield drizzling, to cover face when shy, and to chew the end when in tension, and lastly to use as a noose around somebody when he comes to attack you !!!
Now coming to Men: Men use this mainly as a protective gear rather than a fashion accessory.The meterial used may be thick, and usually in lighter hues.They mostly use it to blow the nose, wipe out sweat, and ofcourse as a towel, to wipe hands or any other part as men are not (generally!!! )shy. Then comes the use by the politicians,It represents their party, and each party has its own shawls, which is a part of the party uniform.
Not every party member could use it, only the distinguished are supposed to wear it.It depends on the party protocol.
All said and done, shawls do play an important role in our day to day business, and it has its own place in the Indian society, from time immemmorial. The turban is just another modified shawl, and the hip belt worn by karate or kalari enthusiasts are too just highly adapted version of this humble fabric.
Shawls do come in handy in any climatic conditions, and please keep one at arms length, lest it could help you any time time and again
bye
ajay
The " thing" worn around, has it origin to places usually colder, and not tropical places, as it is basically used to protect you from chilly weather.However, it has now become a indispensable item in any wardrobe.Why? , Let me classify the usage of the fabric based on gender.
Ladies first:
Though of unquestionable origin, the duppatta, has been hanging around the necks of very an indian lady, and it is the epitome of cultural inheritage,than a fashion statement, often, displaying modesty and virginity.At times, girls dressing up without this appendage was oft treated as vagabonds !! Obviously the outlook of the Indian society is changing at snails pace, though, is appreciable.The duppatta comes in all styles and hues, and trims, and it could be hung in many a ways around the lissome neck, of the lady just a U tie, flinging both the ends on the back, which flutters with every gentle breeze and throws envious glances all around..,or the conservative tie, with the ends still dangling on the back, but the U is deeper in the front , well covering the bosom, from prying eyes, and ogling urchins, and at times, the most casual, with one end on the back and one on the front, but both tied up at the hip level, especially useful while working , or driving, .A more adorable scene is when the lady covers her head too with the fabric, which gives a pristine indian look, and the old times north indian "bahu"s do peep through it, when addressing strangers, at home.
Now for the uses of this fabric: (women could use !! ) For wiping sweat (common to man and women) for wiping hands , for covering when the weather drops down, to shield drizzling, to cover face when shy, and to chew the end when in tension, and lastly to use as a noose around somebody when he comes to attack you !!!
Now coming to Men: Men use this mainly as a protective gear rather than a fashion accessory.The meterial used may be thick, and usually in lighter hues.They mostly use it to blow the nose, wipe out sweat, and ofcourse as a towel, to wipe hands or any other part as men are not (generally!!! )shy. Then comes the use by the politicians,It represents their party, and each party has its own shawls, which is a part of the party uniform.
Not every party member could use it, only the distinguished are supposed to wear it.It depends on the party protocol.
All said and done, shawls do play an important role in our day to day business, and it has its own place in the Indian society, from time immemmorial. The turban is just another modified shawl, and the hip belt worn by karate or kalari enthusiasts are too just highly adapted version of this humble fabric.
Shawls do come in handy in any climatic conditions, and please keep one at arms length, lest it could help you any time time and again
bye
ajay
A poem and an anecdote not to forget
The Fairy
Posted on Aug 17, 2009 under General
Yonder ,beyond the gates of heaven,
Find her,the fairy, loveliest of all;
Fluttering her glittering wings wide apart,
Must be the angel of love, well ,true love.
A Fairy, you know, the fairest of all,
Softer than the clouds,finer than silk;
Purer than Crystal,sweeter than honey,
She dwells in all hues,that Rainbows, envy;
She sings all day ,and sparrow turns green,
she skips and hops around your garden;
Making flowers bloom, and air fragrant,
Don't blame her if you're lost in a trance;
She sits by your side, melting your ears,
with sweet nothings, dreams and fantacy;
Behold, be gentle with her,and never ever,
Make her cry, and if she does ! Well;
Heavens shall spit lightning on you,
Mother Earth shall split , a thousand quakes;
As the fairy, as a fairy is dearer to GOD
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Mourning on a mongrel
Posted on Jul 20, 2009 under stories
Mourning on a mongrel Part I
It was just another lovely evening , the sun about to take its plunge into slumber on the lap of the mother Earth, the golden waves lapping rythmetically and singing lullabies how serene?
We were taking a curve near our home, when suddenly a neighborhood dog started barking at us. Then suddenly it reminded us of our pets, Oh ,the first one was a Dobermann, Pluto, and it was sure very naughty ,teething on the mud flaps of the new car, and the floor mats of the scooter. Shout at it, beat it , it wont budge an inch, and it consumed three sets of the rubber parts of the expensive car.when it grew one and a half year old, it became unmanageable and we gave it away to a good Samaritan.
Then we got our lovely Labrador, creamy white fluffy tail and so cute that one will hug it a thousand times., It was a smart dog , but a tad bit greedy.This also we kept for more than a year or so and when we couldn’t groom it properly we gave it away to our driver, who virtually eloped with it!!.
Then we had one Alsatian,(bobby, ) which was a weakling by birth, poor thing did not live more than three months or so and died of some ailment. We wept and wept for days together, on its bereavement.
Ultimately we decided to have a stronger breed and settled for a Rottweiler, (Rambo), which when it grew up with the Labrador, became so docile and friendly unknown for its breed and it was a real surprise for the attending Vet.,who really freightened us narrating all sorts of horror stories about Rottweilers !!! We parted with it when it became so strong and nothing could stop it even the strongest of leashes.It must be somewhere around I wistfully hope!!!
Oh all those pets, now, not with us, some strange feeling of sadness clouded our minds hearing the dog barking at us,, we have to have one more dog,,
As we negotiated the curve, lo, a white puppy came running from nowhere, and Appu as if by instinct picked it up and held it close to his bosom. I will keep it, it is mine, it came after me,, look at it, it is my bunini, (Labrador) born again,
No dear, it is a mongrel, look at its tail ., I pouted, its tail was really shooting up like a sickle, undulating incessantly, and the poor thing started licking appus cheeks, “no nnooo bunini I had taken bath twice today,,,”Appu resisted.
It was a surprise to all at home, oh, a mongrel ,,, of all dogs, not again,,throw it away, shoo , shoo… appus mother was yelling her head out.
Appu ran to the backyard, still holding his prized possession close to his chest, He is inconvincible, and would never relent,.
Well, let him keep it, it will run away in a day or two , I consoled.
The next day, Appu did not attend school, despite the severest of warnings flung at him in the wee hours of the morning, by his mom, he squirmed out of his covers and ran out and disappeared in no time.” Oh this boy will never learn, he has heavy wheezing, and at night he does not get a wink of sleep, with this dog I don’t know, what is in store, Rama..Rama.”
Appu was in another world, he was trying to give small lessons to the puppy, which reacted with full zest and vigor, but not learning a thing, except to show its love by licking, slurping and wagging its slender tail and jumping around in circles around appus thin frame.
In the evening we had to go to the nearby doctor and also the temple, so for a change we left on foot, and the evening air was soothing, Puppy was asleep near a papaya tree on the frontyard, when we left.
After the visit was over, appu was complaining of leg pain, as we walked more than 4 kilometeres, and it was strenuous for the little child. We returned by an auto, and when about to reach our home, we found a small animal lying in a pool of blood on the middle of the road.I asked the auto driver out of sheer curiosity, “was it a kitten or a puppy?”
“a puppy sir” he retorted.Several gory images flashed in my mind for a second, I prayed .But to our utter agony, we reached home not to find our dear puppy waiting for us.,
It might have shadowed us when we left and could have been hit by a vehicle.,,?
Thinking of the selfless and real love of the little animal, our eyes inundated with tears, what could we do but cry ,cry and cry
Posted on Aug 17, 2009 under General
Yonder ,beyond the gates of heaven,
Find her,the fairy, loveliest of all;
Fluttering her glittering wings wide apart,
Must be the angel of love, well ,true love.
A Fairy, you know, the fairest of all,
Softer than the clouds,finer than silk;
Purer than Crystal,sweeter than honey,
She dwells in all hues,that Rainbows, envy;
She sings all day ,and sparrow turns green,
she skips and hops around your garden;
Making flowers bloom, and air fragrant,
Don't blame her if you're lost in a trance;
She sits by your side, melting your ears,
with sweet nothings, dreams and fantacy;
Behold, be gentle with her,and never ever,
Make her cry, and if she does ! Well;
Heavens shall spit lightning on you,
Mother Earth shall split , a thousand quakes;
As the fairy, as a fairy is dearer to GOD
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Mourning on a mongrel
Posted on Jul 20, 2009 under stories
Mourning on a mongrel Part I
It was just another lovely evening , the sun about to take its plunge into slumber on the lap of the mother Earth, the golden waves lapping rythmetically and singing lullabies how serene?
We were taking a curve near our home, when suddenly a neighborhood dog started barking at us. Then suddenly it reminded us of our pets, Oh ,the first one was a Dobermann, Pluto, and it was sure very naughty ,teething on the mud flaps of the new car, and the floor mats of the scooter. Shout at it, beat it , it wont budge an inch, and it consumed three sets of the rubber parts of the expensive car.when it grew one and a half year old, it became unmanageable and we gave it away to a good Samaritan.
Then we got our lovely Labrador, creamy white fluffy tail and so cute that one will hug it a thousand times., It was a smart dog , but a tad bit greedy.This also we kept for more than a year or so and when we couldn’t groom it properly we gave it away to our driver, who virtually eloped with it!!.
Then we had one Alsatian,(bobby, ) which was a weakling by birth, poor thing did not live more than three months or so and died of some ailment. We wept and wept for days together, on its bereavement.
Ultimately we decided to have a stronger breed and settled for a Rottweiler, (Rambo), which when it grew up with the Labrador, became so docile and friendly unknown for its breed and it was a real surprise for the attending Vet.,who really freightened us narrating all sorts of horror stories about Rottweilers !!! We parted with it when it became so strong and nothing could stop it even the strongest of leashes.It must be somewhere around I wistfully hope!!!
Oh all those pets, now, not with us, some strange feeling of sadness clouded our minds hearing the dog barking at us,, we have to have one more dog,,
As we negotiated the curve, lo, a white puppy came running from nowhere, and Appu as if by instinct picked it up and held it close to his bosom. I will keep it, it is mine, it came after me,, look at it, it is my bunini, (Labrador) born again,
No dear, it is a mongrel, look at its tail ., I pouted, its tail was really shooting up like a sickle, undulating incessantly, and the poor thing started licking appus cheeks, “no nnooo bunini I had taken bath twice today,,,”Appu resisted.
It was a surprise to all at home, oh, a mongrel ,,, of all dogs, not again,,throw it away, shoo , shoo… appus mother was yelling her head out.
Appu ran to the backyard, still holding his prized possession close to his chest, He is inconvincible, and would never relent,.
Well, let him keep it, it will run away in a day or two , I consoled.
The next day, Appu did not attend school, despite the severest of warnings flung at him in the wee hours of the morning, by his mom, he squirmed out of his covers and ran out and disappeared in no time.” Oh this boy will never learn, he has heavy wheezing, and at night he does not get a wink of sleep, with this dog I don’t know, what is in store, Rama..Rama.”
Appu was in another world, he was trying to give small lessons to the puppy, which reacted with full zest and vigor, but not learning a thing, except to show its love by licking, slurping and wagging its slender tail and jumping around in circles around appus thin frame.
In the evening we had to go to the nearby doctor and also the temple, so for a change we left on foot, and the evening air was soothing, Puppy was asleep near a papaya tree on the frontyard, when we left.
After the visit was over, appu was complaining of leg pain, as we walked more than 4 kilometeres, and it was strenuous for the little child. We returned by an auto, and when about to reach our home, we found a small animal lying in a pool of blood on the middle of the road.I asked the auto driver out of sheer curiosity, “was it a kitten or a puppy?”
“a puppy sir” he retorted.Several gory images flashed in my mind for a second, I prayed .But to our utter agony, we reached home not to find our dear puppy waiting for us.,
It might have shadowed us when we left and could have been hit by a vehicle.,,?
Thinking of the selfless and real love of the little animal, our eyes inundated with tears, what could we do but cry ,cry and cry
Chandra aaayan
Chandra AAyan an anecdote
Posted on Aug 31, 2009 under stories
Ten,nine,eight,seven…….on
e, zero, FIRE…, Ah, my baby, there it goes, on full torque,up , just watch it folks, .Mr Menon, Head chander ayaan team beamed to himself, watching the space craft disappear into the horizon,.All the scientists of SRO their eagle heads so glued to their monitors, watching the glorious, moment writ in golden letters in the annals of the history of space navigations in the universe!!The launch was near perfect and the crowd jeering outside the office complex ;calls from all quarters pouring in, and the senior scientists flabbergasted biting their whatever left of nails, were running after pillars and posts!! sharing the ecstasy of the event. The officers were all set for celebrations, and each wanted to claim as much of the victory to themselves.
Well, the space craft had a whole family complete with a pet,( a pup ) bound to the moon with full enthusiasm .,and this was important , several Nations had hoisted their noble flags on the surface of the Moon,several men landed and collected stones and soil, but a whole family with a pet dog landing in moon and that too on a mission launched by a third world developing Nation was indeed NEWS. Mr Menon chuckled in delight at the thought.A few months before, when the project was in the air, SRO could not find suitable astronauts, who will take the challenge, then a very resourceful officer coined the idea: Sir, don’t worry, we shall put a scratch and win lottery and the winner with his family shall have a fully paid star holiday on the moon, (so long there are enough gullible (hollow) heads in the country) Ah that is nice, you are so brilliant we shall just do that, beamed the senior. The lottery fell on a poor imbecile vegetable vendor near Dadar. Poor soul, he wept and cried and laughed and danced, without knowing the consequences of the prize!! he won, “Nisha suno, hum ko lottery lag gaya, sab milake hum bahut door ja rahe he holiday mei” “sach, mei abhi tyyar ho jati hum,” Gokul, Tinku, ja , suitcase pack karo, hum door ja rahe hai, holiday me,, she shouted at the children, Matti ko le jaun, kya, mama? Tinku was very concerned of their pet (mongrel) dog. Papa se pooch.,bevakuf, she retorted,
Well, all of them were so thrilled about their holiday, and forgot their destination, which was unimportant, as it was a lottery na?
Gokul was a little boastful, when he could not control his excitement soon, he called al his friends .”Yaar, hum log bahut door ja rahe hai, wahm saab kuuch milega, TV,KIVI,swimming pool, bature, aur vada paav, bahuth, hum khelenge, our kya kya, poocho mat…” His friends were too ignorant of the nice things in life, and only seen on movies, and they all turned green at the thought of the luxuries Gokul is going to enjoy. Tinku too was not sitting idle, she also explained “Hum to americajaa rahe hei, jaham Rubina gayi dhi na, slum dog corepati mei “ Kya, america, to bahut paisa chahiye na? “ hai, mera papa ko lottery mila na? The girls were in beeline for the little celebrity’s autograph, imagine,!Soon the family set out to claim their booty, and in the last moment Tinku was permitted to take her pet puppy matti with her.!!
All set, over eight months of rigorous training, the family was taught what to do and what not to do when in the space.Nisha was apprehensive for a moment as she never imagined that the trip was to the MOON. Tinku wanted to know whether she could get enough icecreamand chocolates over there., “paagal, waham saaab milega, Hamara dadaji, par dadaji saab waham rahte hai na, “Gokul fluttered.
Finally the whole family was ready for the greatest event on earth, family to the moon on holiday…
The scientists were so happy, and reckoned should everything go right on schedule, they will be so famous that world never saw before, Ha,,They were checking the machinery in detail before the launch, “Hey what about the stage one fuel set ups, last
time it was late to light and the rocket nosedived , you remember? “ “ Sir it is well taken care of, I have put two match stick heads this time, so it will never fail this time”
“Good, then it is ok”
MunniLal, Nisha, Gokul,Tinku and Matti, all donned in their respective space suits,
Ready for the take off. Unfortunately Mattis tail was sticking out of the suit, “Hey look there, the dog’s tail is jutting out? Do something? “Don’t worry sir, it will serve as an antenna and we will receive signals better “ “ what a wonderful idea (sirji) , you shall be promoted” the Senior commented.
In another ten minutes, the family was pushed into the craft, and the officers had a tough time to put matti in as every time it wriggled out and ran away.finally the scientists put a bone inside the cabin, and matti dived inside in a second.Except that Nisha cried when she was not permitted to carry her mixie, pan and other utensils inside the craft, but Munni lal consoled her saying that there could be enough teashops run by malayalis on the moon.
Initially the space craft was manoeuvring excellent and the Earth station was receiving the signals right beamed through the tail of Matti, but the disaster struck when matti jumped and accidentally bit the cables of the communication device .The Monitor went blank, and there was utter chaos and cacophony at the Earth station.
The senior scientist in his cabin was in a relaxed mood, having a cutting chai, and reminisced the past events ,suddenly something lying on his table caught his interest, he withdrew his glance for a moment then suddenly looked at it again, oh GOD, it is the instrument which controls the direction of the craft, ‘ hey kumar, what is this , did you not fix this in the craft, he shouted at his assistant. Kumar looked at it, oh, sir, then what did I put there.,er.. my mobile was missing, oh, I think I must have fitted that in its place” Oh god, where are they bound to?
Meanwhile Munnilal rose to the situation, he was taught what to do in an emergency, He was shown the tomatar coloured button, to be pressed in such situation, but as the cabin lights too went dim, munnilal pressed hara mirch coloured button instead. The craft after quite a lot of hissing spurting, jutting and drifting shoot out in full speed, and the children who were pulling at each other and matti who was busy digging somewhere to bury his bone, all fell head on the display device, and there was a sudden short circuit.
“Everything is well sir, I received the call from munnilal, don’t worry, Kumar informed Menon, who was hiding behind an almirah to save himself from the ire of the authorities,
“We had landed on the moon,all safe, Message was loud and clear, and the scientists had a wonderful time to rejoice. There were messages from all over the world. Obama personally called the PM and conveyed his happiness on the historical event.
Matti was busy chasing an alien animal shaped like a lizard, on the creamy white soil of the moon. The space craft was perched on a rocky substrate, and the earth station was receiving clear pictures from the moon..,Luckily Kumars mobile phone was
doing an excellent job, and munnilal wondered how the signals were so clear and loud on the moon.(It is an idea mobile which can change your life sirji!)
Munnilal was busy collecting samples of whatever he could place his hands on,after hoisting the national flag while the children were busy running after matti, and matti infact was chasing the salamander. “there is life on moon, look we have found a salamander, “ the scientists were also watching the scene, and mattis “ tail “was doing a wonderful job.
Soon a caravan was in sight, bachao,, munni cried out gokul,tinku nisha, run and hide inside the craft, aliens are coming….
The whole family was once again inside the cabin, and munni peeped out through the window.Matti unfortunately could not climb up, and he was running helter skelter and trying to hide from the group of aliens now so close to them,.The scientists too were witnessing the scene on their monitors, a very familiar sight, but.. are they aliens? They appeared to be very very earthly, with turbans, ????
“check the position with the Gps, menon directed kumar.(Kumars mobile was a 3g phone, with Gps)
Sir it is 27.38N and 71.47 E, replied kumar,,Oh no, it is the Thar desert idiots….
Howled Menon.
Ajay menon
Posted on Aug 31, 2009 under stories
Ten,nine,eight,seven…….on
e, zero, FIRE…, Ah, my baby, there it goes, on full torque,up , just watch it folks, .Mr Menon, Head chander ayaan team beamed to himself, watching the space craft disappear into the horizon,.All the scientists of SRO their eagle heads so glued to their monitors, watching the glorious, moment writ in golden letters in the annals of the history of space navigations in the universe!!The launch was near perfect and the crowd jeering outside the office complex ;calls from all quarters pouring in, and the senior scientists flabbergasted biting their whatever left of nails, were running after pillars and posts!! sharing the ecstasy of the event. The officers were all set for celebrations, and each wanted to claim as much of the victory to themselves.
Well, the space craft had a whole family complete with a pet,( a pup ) bound to the moon with full enthusiasm .,and this was important , several Nations had hoisted their noble flags on the surface of the Moon,several men landed and collected stones and soil, but a whole family with a pet dog landing in moon and that too on a mission launched by a third world developing Nation was indeed NEWS. Mr Menon chuckled in delight at the thought.A few months before, when the project was in the air, SRO could not find suitable astronauts, who will take the challenge, then a very resourceful officer coined the idea: Sir, don’t worry, we shall put a scratch and win lottery and the winner with his family shall have a fully paid star holiday on the moon, (so long there are enough gullible (hollow) heads in the country) Ah that is nice, you are so brilliant we shall just do that, beamed the senior. The lottery fell on a poor imbecile vegetable vendor near Dadar. Poor soul, he wept and cried and laughed and danced, without knowing the consequences of the prize!! he won, “Nisha suno, hum ko lottery lag gaya, sab milake hum bahut door ja rahe he holiday mei” “sach, mei abhi tyyar ho jati hum,” Gokul, Tinku, ja , suitcase pack karo, hum door ja rahe hai, holiday me,, she shouted at the children, Matti ko le jaun, kya, mama? Tinku was very concerned of their pet (mongrel) dog. Papa se pooch.,bevakuf, she retorted,
Well, all of them were so thrilled about their holiday, and forgot their destination, which was unimportant, as it was a lottery na?
Gokul was a little boastful, when he could not control his excitement soon, he called al his friends .”Yaar, hum log bahut door ja rahe hai, wahm saab kuuch milega, TV,KIVI,swimming pool, bature, aur vada paav, bahuth, hum khelenge, our kya kya, poocho mat…” His friends were too ignorant of the nice things in life, and only seen on movies, and they all turned green at the thought of the luxuries Gokul is going to enjoy. Tinku too was not sitting idle, she also explained “Hum to americajaa rahe hei, jaham Rubina gayi dhi na, slum dog corepati mei “ Kya, america, to bahut paisa chahiye na? “ hai, mera papa ko lottery mila na? The girls were in beeline for the little celebrity’s autograph, imagine,!Soon the family set out to claim their booty, and in the last moment Tinku was permitted to take her pet puppy matti with her.!!
All set, over eight months of rigorous training, the family was taught what to do and what not to do when in the space.Nisha was apprehensive for a moment as she never imagined that the trip was to the MOON. Tinku wanted to know whether she could get enough icecreamand chocolates over there., “paagal, waham saaab milega, Hamara dadaji, par dadaji saab waham rahte hai na, “Gokul fluttered.
Finally the whole family was ready for the greatest event on earth, family to the moon on holiday…
The scientists were so happy, and reckoned should everything go right on schedule, they will be so famous that world never saw before, Ha,,They were checking the machinery in detail before the launch, “Hey what about the stage one fuel set ups, last
time it was late to light and the rocket nosedived , you remember? “ “ Sir it is well taken care of, I have put two match stick heads this time, so it will never fail this time”
“Good, then it is ok”
MunniLal, Nisha, Gokul,Tinku and Matti, all donned in their respective space suits,
Ready for the take off. Unfortunately Mattis tail was sticking out of the suit, “Hey look there, the dog’s tail is jutting out? Do something? “Don’t worry sir, it will serve as an antenna and we will receive signals better “ “ what a wonderful idea (sirji) , you shall be promoted” the Senior commented.
In another ten minutes, the family was pushed into the craft, and the officers had a tough time to put matti in as every time it wriggled out and ran away.finally the scientists put a bone inside the cabin, and matti dived inside in a second.Except that Nisha cried when she was not permitted to carry her mixie, pan and other utensils inside the craft, but Munni lal consoled her saying that there could be enough teashops run by malayalis on the moon.
Initially the space craft was manoeuvring excellent and the Earth station was receiving the signals right beamed through the tail of Matti, but the disaster struck when matti jumped and accidentally bit the cables of the communication device .The Monitor went blank, and there was utter chaos and cacophony at the Earth station.
The senior scientist in his cabin was in a relaxed mood, having a cutting chai, and reminisced the past events ,suddenly something lying on his table caught his interest, he withdrew his glance for a moment then suddenly looked at it again, oh GOD, it is the instrument which controls the direction of the craft, ‘ hey kumar, what is this , did you not fix this in the craft, he shouted at his assistant. Kumar looked at it, oh, sir, then what did I put there.,er.. my mobile was missing, oh, I think I must have fitted that in its place” Oh god, where are they bound to?
Meanwhile Munnilal rose to the situation, he was taught what to do in an emergency, He was shown the tomatar coloured button, to be pressed in such situation, but as the cabin lights too went dim, munnilal pressed hara mirch coloured button instead. The craft after quite a lot of hissing spurting, jutting and drifting shoot out in full speed, and the children who were pulling at each other and matti who was busy digging somewhere to bury his bone, all fell head on the display device, and there was a sudden short circuit.
“Everything is well sir, I received the call from munnilal, don’t worry, Kumar informed Menon, who was hiding behind an almirah to save himself from the ire of the authorities,
“We had landed on the moon,all safe, Message was loud and clear, and the scientists had a wonderful time to rejoice. There were messages from all over the world. Obama personally called the PM and conveyed his happiness on the historical event.
Matti was busy chasing an alien animal shaped like a lizard, on the creamy white soil of the moon. The space craft was perched on a rocky substrate, and the earth station was receiving clear pictures from the moon..,Luckily Kumars mobile phone was
doing an excellent job, and munnilal wondered how the signals were so clear and loud on the moon.(It is an idea mobile which can change your life sirji!)
Munnilal was busy collecting samples of whatever he could place his hands on,after hoisting the national flag while the children were busy running after matti, and matti infact was chasing the salamander. “there is life on moon, look we have found a salamander, “ the scientists were also watching the scene, and mattis “ tail “was doing a wonderful job.
Soon a caravan was in sight, bachao,, munni cried out gokul,tinku nisha, run and hide inside the craft, aliens are coming….
The whole family was once again inside the cabin, and munni peeped out through the window.Matti unfortunately could not climb up, and he was running helter skelter and trying to hide from the group of aliens now so close to them,.The scientists too were witnessing the scene on their monitors, a very familiar sight, but.. are they aliens? They appeared to be very very earthly, with turbans, ????
“check the position with the Gps, menon directed kumar.(Kumars mobile was a 3g phone, with Gps)
Sir it is 27.38N and 71.47 E, replied kumar,,Oh no, it is the Thar desert idiots….
Howled Menon.
Ajay menon
Some musings:
Could we be different?
Posted on Oct 28, 2009 under General
Trying to get a wink of sleep I was counting sheep and sheperds, in vain, a thought crept into my mind ; What could be Ram Rajya or the Ideal world be like?
Where all the meterial properties shall vest in the state, only two classes of business, ie .. services and commerce, and no element of profit involved as the surplus money in commerce be utilized for development of the nation, Every individual including animals and birds taken care of by the state., food for all and surplus, every individual assigned with a task to perform as per his merit and mettle., no restriction of any kind, you are free to love each and everyone, (so long as the other does not object,!!) fully safe and secure as no crimes shall be committed as every individual is happy and contented, and living life to the most best possible way.
No Religion, as only one GOD and no POLITICAL parties, as every one is a leader and work for the common good.Some volunteer to monitor and coordinate the processes involved in delivering goods and services to all, and every man is treated equal, and no degree of differentiation of any kind, as nobody holds any property, which truly belongs to mother earth , and all living beings just custodians of the same.
The needy and the disabled shall be well taken care of, and every man is self discipliined and a sentinel of good virtues and shall make the Earth a really habitable place.
They say as per some ( mayen calender or something) the dooms day is december 2012 or so, if it be correct, oh God, please give us an ideal world to live in and erase all the satanic verses from our souls,, help!!!!
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Behold, there is life after death:::
Posted on Oct 05, 2009 under General
True, It is high time that sceptics be furnished with irrebuttable evidence about life after death.I remember as a child in pre teens hearing all stories about ghosts and the like and reading about them in the books,comics and what not, well, it triggered my curiosity to explore and find the reality.I shall narrate a few occassions below:
1) With all humanly possible precautions against the spirits and ghosts, (an amulet, a holy cross ,and a metal pad scribbled with 786 )my friend and myself left to the nearby graveyard at sharp 12 o'clk night.There was a burning pyre and we stood by the side , till the wee hours of the morning, nothing happened except my friend hurt his leg with a thorn , accidentally and was laid up with high fever next day and his mother accused me for taking her son to the "satan,who bit him in the gravyard," the night before !!!!
2)My next episode was with slightly more courageous fellow, (who really had some guts), we went to some other nearby graveyard, without even usual precautions agianst the ghosts!!!.Strangely an evil faced owl, was following us all the way to the cemetery, and it stayed back there as a wittness or something.We collected a thigh bone from one of the pits, and was keeping it as a trophy for quite a long time till my mother threw it away without my knowledge.
3) Yet another time we ventured uphills, to find a desolate grave and stayed there till morning but alas, we could find no ghosts, not even the friendly kind!!!
My mentor,philosopher uncle once gifted me with a book named Psychic discoveries behind the Iron curtain, which I read and reread, and I was attracted toward the astral life , psycho kinesis, hypnotism, and all occult lilterature. Simultaneously I read the autobiography of a yogi by sri sri Paramahansa Yogananda,and all these left me in real confused state as to what to believe and what not ,.
Of late I had been reading Dr Brian Weiss books, and I am compelled to believe that there is really life after death.His books are so informative, and are true life experiences rather than fiction, so you tend to approve the same, which is mostly in narrative style. Please read any of his books, and find the answer to the caption I put here, yourself. Let me confess that I am neither his fan nor his follower, but his books were really capturing.
Have a ghost free day friends!!!
Posted on Oct 28, 2009 under General
Trying to get a wink of sleep I was counting sheep and sheperds, in vain, a thought crept into my mind ; What could be Ram Rajya or the Ideal world be like?
Where all the meterial properties shall vest in the state, only two classes of business, ie .. services and commerce, and no element of profit involved as the surplus money in commerce be utilized for development of the nation, Every individual including animals and birds taken care of by the state., food for all and surplus, every individual assigned with a task to perform as per his merit and mettle., no restriction of any kind, you are free to love each and everyone, (so long as the other does not object,!!) fully safe and secure as no crimes shall be committed as every individual is happy and contented, and living life to the most best possible way.
No Religion, as only one GOD and no POLITICAL parties, as every one is a leader and work for the common good.Some volunteer to monitor and coordinate the processes involved in delivering goods and services to all, and every man is treated equal, and no degree of differentiation of any kind, as nobody holds any property, which truly belongs to mother earth , and all living beings just custodians of the same.
The needy and the disabled shall be well taken care of, and every man is self discipliined and a sentinel of good virtues and shall make the Earth a really habitable place.
They say as per some ( mayen calender or something) the dooms day is december 2012 or so, if it be correct, oh God, please give us an ideal world to live in and erase all the satanic verses from our souls,, help!!!!
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Behold, there is life after death:::
Posted on Oct 05, 2009 under General
True, It is high time that sceptics be furnished with irrebuttable evidence about life after death.I remember as a child in pre teens hearing all stories about ghosts and the like and reading about them in the books,comics and what not, well, it triggered my curiosity to explore and find the reality.I shall narrate a few occassions below:
1) With all humanly possible precautions against the spirits and ghosts, (an amulet, a holy cross ,and a metal pad scribbled with 786 )my friend and myself left to the nearby graveyard at sharp 12 o'clk night.There was a burning pyre and we stood by the side , till the wee hours of the morning, nothing happened except my friend hurt his leg with a thorn , accidentally and was laid up with high fever next day and his mother accused me for taking her son to the "satan,who bit him in the gravyard," the night before !!!!
2)My next episode was with slightly more courageous fellow, (who really had some guts), we went to some other nearby graveyard, without even usual precautions agianst the ghosts!!!.Strangely an evil faced owl, was following us all the way to the cemetery, and it stayed back there as a wittness or something.We collected a thigh bone from one of the pits, and was keeping it as a trophy for quite a long time till my mother threw it away without my knowledge.
3) Yet another time we ventured uphills, to find a desolate grave and stayed there till morning but alas, we could find no ghosts, not even the friendly kind!!!
My mentor,philosopher uncle once gifted me with a book named Psychic discoveries behind the Iron curtain, which I read and reread, and I was attracted toward the astral life , psycho kinesis, hypnotism, and all occult lilterature. Simultaneously I read the autobiography of a yogi by sri sri Paramahansa Yogananda,and all these left me in real confused state as to what to believe and what not ,.
Of late I had been reading Dr Brian Weiss books, and I am compelled to believe that there is really life after death.His books are so informative, and are true life experiences rather than fiction, so you tend to approve the same, which is mostly in narrative style. Please read any of his books, and find the answer to the caption I put here, yourself. Let me confess that I am neither his fan nor his follower, but his books were really capturing.
Have a ghost free day friends!!!
UFO sighted at cochin
Are you sure it is an ufo? clamored Riri , as she couldnt just believe it.
Yes, da, Iam pretty sure it is, I just wittnessed it with my own eyes...,Menon was a bit excited.
Tell me , ,with every single detail.., insisited Riri.
sure:
This was what happened.
You know my Dad comes late after his routine evening programmes, (Partying dear!!) and my Mom will remain engrossed in her " serials " which she cant just afford to miss,, and I was totally on my own ,suddenly I heard a great thud near our neigbouhood garden, I thought somebody might have fallen,or may be a big jackfruit fallen from the tree, I could also hear some cries ,shouting and then when I peeped out through the window, Riri, you won't imagine, white bright saucer like objects, were swooshing its way down in an array, one after the other, I dont know how many., they all landed in the darkness near our lawn.The bushes rumbled and shook violently, and Iam sure those creatures must have invaded the place. You know just in the evening only I read about the UFO sighted at china,.But what I saw was sure smaller, may be lilliputan aliens , but Riri, it was a whole batallion, When I tell you this really I am shuddering with fear, what if they just come out, ?
Of course my Dad wont just bother , because he will be highly "spirited" after the party and a "spiritual" man has no fears, as the spirit lies within his belly, , and my mom wont just mind and rather be happy a bit, if she sees an alien that Iam sure that she will ask them to take her with them to their world as she has exhausted all the shopping malls in the city , and fed up looking for new.
Let me come back to the incident, Riri, then I saw Mr Nair running out of his home crying loudly, but I couldnt make out why, and Iam sure that it must be the aliens, he is fleeing from.
Iam too worried what would have happened to Mrs Nair, as she is bold enough to fight even an angry lion as I have wittnessed several times how Mr Nair hides under the bed or locks himself up in the loo, to escape from her wrath. ( Incidentally I may mention that Mr Nair , was the boldest man in the Army and fought many wars and won accolades,and was a real terror to his enemies.)
Well, Then there was total silence, I couldnt just read what was happening outside, and I dare not, confront with those aliens by any chance.,
"Da..Lock up the doors, and windows, and stay inside, , dont come out", Riri warned.
Iam just doing that.Menon rushed past the drawing room to hide inside his room on the first floor and on his way cried out to mom "Mom, hide yourselves somewhere , I saw some aliens outside in the lawn, .
.."shhh...chup raho, Ye mona ko uska pati kyom itna pareshan karta hai, bechari, mei ho to uska tukda tukda kar doongi..,"
No use, she was so glued to the idiot box, even if the city is devastated by aliens she will still be there with her TV.
**********
That was the most horrible, terrible (horrendous as my birather Ajayji puts it.!!) night ever, and Menon slid into slumber somewhere in the wee hours of the morning.
Next day, after brushing teeth, Menon mustered courage to venture into the lawn, as there was grave silence everywhere, and the day appeared apparantly quiet and uneventful. In the lawn to his surprise there were a whole set of " la opala" plates and saucers, !!!
Later on Menon understood that Mr Nair has been hospitalised with (minor)head injuries,
last night. Menon could guess what might have happened, so the UFO's were infact launched by none other than Mrs Nair !!! let me call Riri....mused Menon.
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Yes, da, Iam pretty sure it is, I just wittnessed it with my own eyes...,Menon was a bit excited.
Tell me , ,with every single detail.., insisited Riri.
sure:
This was what happened.
You know my Dad comes late after his routine evening programmes, (Partying dear!!) and my Mom will remain engrossed in her " serials " which she cant just afford to miss,, and I was totally on my own ,suddenly I heard a great thud near our neigbouhood garden, I thought somebody might have fallen,or may be a big jackfruit fallen from the tree, I could also hear some cries ,shouting and then when I peeped out through the window, Riri, you won't imagine, white bright saucer like objects, were swooshing its way down in an array, one after the other, I dont know how many., they all landed in the darkness near our lawn.The bushes rumbled and shook violently, and Iam sure those creatures must have invaded the place. You know just in the evening only I read about the UFO sighted at china,.But what I saw was sure smaller, may be lilliputan aliens , but Riri, it was a whole batallion, When I tell you this really I am shuddering with fear, what if they just come out, ?
Of course my Dad wont just bother , because he will be highly "spirited" after the party and a "spiritual" man has no fears, as the spirit lies within his belly, , and my mom wont just mind and rather be happy a bit, if she sees an alien that Iam sure that she will ask them to take her with them to their world as she has exhausted all the shopping malls in the city , and fed up looking for new.
Let me come back to the incident, Riri, then I saw Mr Nair running out of his home crying loudly, but I couldnt make out why, and Iam sure that it must be the aliens, he is fleeing from.
Iam too worried what would have happened to Mrs Nair, as she is bold enough to fight even an angry lion as I have wittnessed several times how Mr Nair hides under the bed or locks himself up in the loo, to escape from her wrath. ( Incidentally I may mention that Mr Nair , was the boldest man in the Army and fought many wars and won accolades,and was a real terror to his enemies.)
Well, Then there was total silence, I couldnt just read what was happening outside, and I dare not, confront with those aliens by any chance.,
"Da..Lock up the doors, and windows, and stay inside, , dont come out", Riri warned.
Iam just doing that.Menon rushed past the drawing room to hide inside his room on the first floor and on his way cried out to mom "Mom, hide yourselves somewhere , I saw some aliens outside in the lawn, .
.."shhh...chup raho, Ye mona ko uska pati kyom itna pareshan karta hai, bechari, mei ho to uska tukda tukda kar doongi..,"
No use, she was so glued to the idiot box, even if the city is devastated by aliens she will still be there with her TV.
**********
That was the most horrible, terrible (horrendous as my birather Ajayji puts it.!!) night ever, and Menon slid into slumber somewhere in the wee hours of the morning.
Next day, after brushing teeth, Menon mustered courage to venture into the lawn, as there was grave silence everywhere, and the day appeared apparantly quiet and uneventful. In the lawn to his surprise there were a whole set of " la opala" plates and saucers, !!!
Later on Menon understood that Mr Nair has been hospitalised with (minor)head injuries,
last night. Menon could guess what might have happened, so the UFO's were infact launched by none other than Mrs Nair !!! let me call Riri....mused Menon.
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