RainDrops

Prologue: This story is a satiric take on the Malayalam movie Njan Gandharvan, where celestial romance meets earthly hilarity. It’s a tale of love, chaos, and some really bad tea shop manners, reimagined with a humorous twist. Once upon a time, in the lush village of Kumbalam , where the locals had more drama than the regional soap operas, there lived a girl named Bhama. Bhama was a classic romantic; she dreamt of moonlit serenades and secret love letters, but all she got was a noisy neighbourhood where even her pet dog got proposals before she did. One fine morning, while Bhama was brooding about her singlehood, a dashing, golden-haired man appeared out of nowhere in her backyard. He introduced himself as Gandharvan , a celestial being. Bhama, assuming he was just another salesman trying to sell hair oil, told him off. But when he levitated mid-argument, she fainted dramatically, like every heroine in a low-budget drama. When she came to, Gandharvan explained that he was a messenger o...

In the serene village of Karithodi , nestled along the winding backwaters and shaded by swaying coconut trees, life moved at a gentle pace. The villagers in Karithodi knew one another well, and news -whether good, bad, or absurd - traveled quickly. Karithodi was a lush place with canals cutting through its landscape, lined with houseboats and traditional wooden houses painted in bright blues and greens. Fishermen could be seen rowing their narrow canoes at dawn, and the scent of blooming water lilies filled the air. But this morning, an unusual scandal was brewing. Mr. Raghavan, the village barber, opened his tiny shop at the usual time. It was a charming setup on the edge of the canal, with a faded red-and-white barber pole, an old mirror, and a couple of well-worn chairs. Mr. Raghavan, a man of about sixty-five, sported a mustache that was the pride of Karithodi. Thick, dark, and meticulously groomed, the townsfolk often joked that if you were to find Raghavan’s shop closed, just loo...

Bygone Year 2011!!! One whole year in this lovely place called Kerala, “God’s own Country” {Called partially because the prices of commodities and stuff makes you think of God and partially because of the snake men (and women) you find everywhere on the roads, especially after 5 PM , when the strength of the almighty blisses through them!}. Since I had not been in touch with my blog for long , have a lots to say about the past happenings around me: Foremost, finally, I got a wifey (and a dear one in that ;-)), completed 1 full years and some more in Trinfy (Trivandrum Infosys is called Trinfy), got the project I was working abandoned (Not my contribution in whole though!), met with two accidents just for fun (More on this later), changed my sleeping routine from 8 hours to 12 hours a day, visible pot belly appearing now-and-then (It’s a mystery on where it goes off sometimes ;-) ) so on and so forth… So, anyways, how was the year 2011 for you guys? 2011, was an y...

Yipeeee... I have won 84 'Lahks' from India Government for me to use it judiciously and to employ others. "The Ministry of work" has also approved it... NB: Before reaching to any conclusion, please read the header of the mail in red from GMail.

I never take risk while drinking… When I come home from office in the evening, wife is cooking, I can hear the noise of utensils in the kitchen, I stealthily enter the house, Take out the bottle from the bar, Guru Nanak is looking at me from the photo frame, But still no one is aware of it, Because I never take a risk... I take out the glass from the rack above the old sink, Quickly enjoy one peg, Wash the glass and again keep it on the rack, Of course I also keep the bottle inside my cupboard, Guru Nanak is giving a smile, I peep into the kitchen, Wife is cutting potatoes, No one is aware of what I did, Because I never take a risk... I ask: Any news on Iyer's daughter's marriage, She says: Nope, she doesn't seem to be that lucky. Still they are looking out for her, I again come out; there is a small noise of the black cupboard, But I don't make any sound while taking out the bottle, I take out the glass from the old rack above sink, Quickly enjoy one peg, Wash the bott...