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I really really wanted to be updating this blog every two or three days - This is my New Year resolution. Hopefully I will keep up this one. Writing on this blog after so many days (months, year?) felt like being guilty of neglecting something I really loved to do. Or rather neglecting a family member to whom I have not contacted for so long. I had recently (over one year now!) developed interest in Photography, and with proper guidance and knowledge from some of the "gurus" of Infosys Photography club (apparently the only thing happened to me for good while I am in Trivandrum Infosys), had got my first assignment for the Photography of an event for the irupathi-yettu of a friend's kid. The crowd was awesome, cooperating and nice! I know it will not be always like this, but I am satisfied that the start was as good as I was expecting. Lucky to be part of the show!!! Here is one of the photograph of the event: Anwita Kutty :-)  The Album has been created and

“Edi Farzaane... Farzu...”,  Veetile akathathe muriyil ninnu gyan avale vilichu.  “Dha varunnu... Entha pattiye? Enthina ingane kidanu kaarunne? Joli edukyyaanum samathikkila alle. Manushyanu nooru kootam joli kidakumbola...“  “Ediye, Swathi kku samayam vannu. Manu achan aakaan pokukaya...”  "Haaainnn!!! Atheyo. Avarude kalyanam kazhingitu ippo 2 maasam alle aayulu?” “Hmmm... Ethayalum nanaayi. Avar engilum oru kunji kaalu kaanate. Nammal ivide ethra kollam kondu kaathu irikkunu. Orennam undaaytho, athum...” Farzaanayude mukham valaandaayi. Kunju undakathathu ippo nammude kuttama? Oru kunji kaalu kaanaan agrahikaangitaano? Ellam rabinte oro vikrithilal... Aval ente aduthu vannu irrunu. Ente mukathu randu kayyum vechu kondu parangu, “Athinu ikka enthina vishamikunathu. Ellam daivam nalathinu vendi alle chaiyunathu ennu ikka thanne alle parayunne. Ithum nalathinu thanne aayirikum. Kootukarante vetil kunji kaalukal odi nadakaan pokunathu orkaan thanne enthu chell alle?” "Shari

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

Nice to see that my blog's content has been doing some rounds in Corporate EMail Forwards... :-) The most famous being Yellow Kurta and I never take a risk . Hopefully people who copies the content from here can give me a small credit in their mails; the content is anyways copyrighted under Creative Commons License. Thanks to a special friend who forwarded and pointed me out the mails...

For the past one month, I am in Istanbul; the cultural capital of Europe. Nice weather, nice people and nice places to visit. Don't expect anything for shopping though - except Turkish delights and Evil Eyes. And don't expect people to understand whatever you ‘blabber’ (Yes, that's the word which comes in your mind when you talk to those guys!)   One of my colleague had a severe lower back pain, on a Saturday morning. We were working, and I thought of going to the office in a relaxed mood by 10 AM. I was about to step down to my Taxi, when the phone bell rang... 'Hello Vipin, this is X; Hey I need your help. Can you please take Mr. Y to the hospital. He has severe back pain and I think he needs some medical help". I went up to this guy's room and he really was writhing with pain... So I tucked in some money (Fortunately or unfortunately, since I had converted the Traveler's cheque to Turkish Lira for some shopping on Sunday) and went with Mr. Y on the same

“Did you hear that voice?”, Anjana asked him. “What voice?”, he asked, paying more attention to the direction in which she was directing to. “That soft raga, flowing out of somewhere…As if, as if It is coming just to tell me something...the way the sound flew from… As if its saying to go and meet the originator of the sound…” She replied with a soft exultation on her voice. “You have gone crazy!”, he pulled out of the room in anger and shut the door close.  She was still listening to the voice, flowing through the window, reaching her ears. And she almost stood there for about half an hour… The place, is where she was brought up; where she had ended up all his childhood and his teenage dreams. Place where she had confronted her first love. The place where she played Sitolia (Seven stones) with her childhood friends; The place around the pond where she and her friends used to sit for hours on end chatting and gossiping about the latest TV serials happened to see the nigh

"You see the aunt there, she is my second maasi (Mom's Sister). She has a kid, now in 8th grade." She told pointing to a woman in the group of people standing.  "Wow! she looks too young da.". He replied, looking at her Aunt.  "Yeah, she is just 32. She married at the age of 23".  "Well, 23 is not a bad age for marriage, no?" He said with a twinkle in his eyes. "You are also 23 now gorgeous".  "Ha ha...Yeah! Well, can we get married...say Now?" "Yeah, why not...So we shall go to the church first, since you are a Christian...It doesn't matter much, but still the lady beau is preferred first...right?" "Hmmm...Chalo then, we will go to the church first".  And together they went to the church near by, hand in hand.  "I want to see you in the white bridal dress... Please... you will look gorgeous in this" "Hmm... let me see...Ok wait here, I will wear this and come"  And ther