Better Don’t Wish

My dad is a very nice person. He really takes pleasure and effort to wish his friends and our relatives on special occasions like festivals. I remember him taking time to write personal messages and wishes in lots of greeting cards and post them. But at times even his good intentions ends up as a tragedy because of his innocence and ignorance. The following is one of them.

This happened exactly 5 years back and it was a Good Friday. With a good intention to wish his christian friends and colleagues my dad asked me to send them “Happy Good Friday” SMS and out of ignorance I did as he said. To add more fuel to the flame, one of his senior most officer was also in the list. What happened next was fuming calls from his friends who received the message. So after realizing the mistake, my dad apologized to them for sending a wrong wish.

So readers if you weren’t aware, Good Friday is a mourning day for our christian friends. It’s the day Jesus Christ was crucified on the cross. So it’s better if you don’t wish them on that day, Wait till Sunday and wish them a Happy Easter.


Gifted Key Chain - Courtesy : Buddy

Gifted Key Chain – Courtesy : Buddy

I had a set of loosely held keys that opens the boxes which hold delightful things. But few of them are special and exclusive ones, they are my Luck-Keys. Why do I call them Luck-Keys? cos they are luck(e)y ones, somehow I get them back soon whenever I lose or misplace them. They say “Luck marches with those who give their very best.” and it became true in my case. Yes, I started to lose my luck on those keys as I didn’t give my best and took the luck for granted. I was careless and overconfident that I am never going to lose them, even if I do, I would get them back soon. Once a carelessly and loosely held luck(e)y slipped out of my hands, then I searched for it all along, but couldn’t find and It’s gone forever. This is what made me conscious of my mistakes and I started holding them tight, even put them together in a key chain.

Do you think it’s just about bunch of metal keys, no It’s about people you know. And those Luck-Keys are the ones who love you and care for you. They might come back and be for you in spite of your stupid behaviors and angry words. But they would definitely slip out of your hands if you are taking them for granted and not paying attention to them. Do you know what’s inside those boxes, It’s your own JOY. So hold on to your Luck-Keys tight.

Note : What prompted me to write the above is a Key Chain gifted by my buddy to hold those loosely held bike keys which I kept on missing and misplacing.

Embarrassing Sleep

Many might have trouble sleeping, but in my case I always get in to trouble cos of sleeping. Recently this sleeping had put me in a very humiliating moment, but if you ask me is this the 1st one, it’s not. How could my blog post be with out any nostalgia or a flash back. Before looking at what embarrassed me recently lets look back some from my past. Oh .. this going to be such a self damaging one.

School Flashbacks 

Scene 1 - Parents teacher meeting @ my school, My maths teacher conversing with mom.

Teacher : Your son sleeps during my class, just after lunch.
Mom : He doesn’t sleep much in home.
Teacher : He sleeps in spite of me making him sit in front row, hereafter don’t give him something heavy for lunch, give him some thing light like Dosa or Idli.
Mom : Ok mam, will do as you said.

Scene 2 – School Physics Lab, Physics mam teaching some important experiment for upcoming board exam for only 4 students in a round table and I am one of them.

Mam : Gokoulane … Gokoulane … wake up ..
Me : Sorry mam, I … ( says with an apologizing sleepy voice )
Mam : Sleeping in class at times is K, but what gives you guts to sleep while I am explaining in front of you. This is not at all acceptable, go wash your sleepy face and be back soon, hope you don’t sleep while walking.

How can I forget this one, It was during my 5th standard, after school got over as usual I took bus to my home. Unusually I slept and missed the stop where I am supposed to get down. The bus conductor woke me up when the bus reached the terminus. I knew I came far from where I am supposed to get down, so I enquired the conductor whether the bus go back in same route and when, but he replied that this bus would go to shed and asked me to wait for the next one with same bus number to come. In the mean time my parents got panicked as I wasn’t home on time and my mom prayed to all gods she knew that she ill bring myself to their temple if they helped her son to reach home safely. Later I got the bus and reached home late safely, but for that mistake, I spent that summer holidays mostly visiting temples. My mom still reminds me that visit to few temples are pending. SIGH ..

College Flashbacks

College its a different story all together, not many lectures bother when you sleep in their class, they are more than happy if you could be silent. But one lecturer always made a point to humiliate me for sleeping, It’s not my fault that his class commences after the lunch hour. At one point i got frustrated of him humiliating me. So what I did was I learnt chapters in advance and started nagging him with questions during his class, He eventually stopped disturbing during my sleep :D :D .

One more which come to my instantaneously when I think about sleeping during my college days is the below video shot by my close friend Praveen during a computer lab session while I was sincerely dozing off.

Office Flashbacks

I usually take a power nap for 10 – 15 mins at my office in the afternoon which nowadays got considerably reduced. Initially when I joined none in my office objected for taking nap, but when I wake up and check mails, to my surprise I would find mails with subject like “Have you ever seen how you are sleeping ????” , “Sleeping (GO)Koulane” circulating in office mailing list with my funny sleeping pics of mine attached to them. Above are nothing compared to mentioning about my sleeping in my official profile, Bit of embarrassment isn’t it.

Recently …

It’s a sunday afternoon, hot Chennai summer made it a sun day. After getting my work done at Loyola College, I rushed to Nungambakkam railway station and got into the train in last second. Train was unusually heavily crowded as some maintenance work was going on and train frequency got reduced to 1 train per hour. With no place even to stand I stood on the edge of compartment entrance till the next Kodambakkam station, I forced myself inside when few passengers got down. Thanks to a big family which got down at the next Mambalam station which emptied some seats in the compartment, some how I managed to sit on one, put on my earphones and dozed off while listening to my favorite tracks. It’s my usual instinct which woke me up just couple of stations from my destination, but was shocked and surprised when I got up, I was almost lying on the shoulders of a girl.

Me : I’m Really … sorry … ( With confused and apologizing tone)
She : It’s K, you didn’t even notice while I sat next to you, You was sleeping sound.
Me : Yeah, sorry again for the discomfort, I am already bit embarrassed and thanks you didn’t shout at me or do anything  that would have embarrassed me more. (another humiliating incident from my past struck my mind)
She : My friends ( pointing at her friends gang sitting opposite to us and they were laughing at panicked me ) insisted me  to wake you up, but I thought not to disturb you. And its not discomfort able as getting crushed by some guys in the crowd ( she said frustrated ) … You were sleeping sound in spite of songs playing laud in your earphones.
Me : Hmmm, I was tired and I am like that some times. I have to get down in next station, Bye.
She : Bye (smiling back at me, her friend too waved their hand)

On way back home I was wondering how cool that girl was, who didn’t overreact like many whom I came across.

Why Do I Run ?

Running Legs - © Raghu Mohan

Running Legs – © Raghu Mohan

Why do you run? Asked many,
With no notion to respond,
I sighed and thought is there any?
Queried myself, Why do I RUN?

Is that I could rise before the SUN ,
Put on those lovely running shoes,
And run along the lonely country road,
So that the cool breeze pierce into my skin.

“Really?” echoed my conscience,
Seems those reasons doesn’t convince.
It smiled from a corner and calmly commanded,
“Try me with something better”.


Is that I try to stay fit and light,
Burn myself (calories) like a phoenix,
And get wet of my own stinking sweat,
So that I munch more with no guilt.


Is that all about marathons,
Get clicked smiling while hiding sore with in,
And cheered up at delightful finishing line,
So that I show off my medal of accomplishment.


Is that it deeply de-stress my mind,
Help stay focused and determined,
And get me used to perishing pains,
So that I evolve stronger every other step.

“Slow down” hit my conscience,
“Aren’t you just rambling reasons”, It mocked.
After a pause it said “The fact is you just LOVE IT”.

Note : I initially intended to write it as a Q&A between me and my conscience, later end up with this.

Temple Of Inspirations – My Dream Library

A fellow blogger from CBC (Chennai Bloggers Club) recently wrote a post based on the prompt “What would your dream library look like? #DreamLibrary” given by IndiSpire (by IndiBlogger). While reading the post few things came to my mind so I thought I would do my part by writing one.

Before I pen about my Dream Library, A few words about the library which inspired me, the library which was the origin of my reading habit. Yes it’s my school library. I used to spend a lot of time there during my school days. It fueled my interest and curiosity to know more. How could I be without mentioning my school librarian Kannan Sir, He was the one who seeded the reading habit in me and motivated me to read more books.  All my interest over science and computer science got evolved there. Internet was very scarce those days and main source of information are books. I learned most of my basic computer coding from those books. Those small collection of Enid Blyton and World Book Encyclopedias always amazed me. That library did play a significant role in shaping me what I am today.

Now lets come to my Dream Library. It will not be a personal library which would be accessible to Me, My Family and Friends, But it will be a small public library near the shores of Thiruvottiyur easily accessible to those slum kids there. I was really amazed by their interest and talent they possess when I used to take night classes to them during my college days. They know the value of things, I have seen them utilizing things and opportunities to the fullest, have seen them be so determined even at that young age. That library will be a well ventilated long hall with simple wooden tables and chairs, comfortable for those kids to sit and read in silence (their homes are really noisy). Its walls will be filled with racks of small books, story card collections and few inspirational quotes stuck here and there. It would house more of books like comics, children stories, experimented based science books and less standard academic based books so that they get inspired and be creative. Last but not least It will have a librarian like Kannan sir who would take pride in his work, inspire kids, motivate them to read more and help them shaping up their life.

Am I dreaming too much, might be. I must stop dreaming and start doing little which I could.

You Olive

Its pretty much an usual day for Varun at his office, He felt his head got heated up working on a piece of code for a long time and took a small break. Shortly he returned back to his seat after filling himself a cup of hot lemon tea from his office pantry. While his mouth slowly sipping down the hot tea, His eyes scanned his Facebook news feeds. Unusually he scrolled down fast without paying attention, but some thing suddenly caught his eyes and he slowed down. One of his friend had shared a “Popeye” pic captioned “Only 90′s Kid Will Remember this Awesome Show”. Definitely its one of his favorite shows, he remembered the days when he and his friend used to make smoke pipe out of paper and used talcum powder or chalk powder to give that smoke effect when they blow. But some thing else struck his mind like a flash of lightning. He heard the words “You Olive” repeatedly ringing inside his head. He took out his mobile phone intending to text some one, he typed “You Olive” but he deleted the message and smiled at himself.

6 years back …. (Mosquito coil rotating flash back feel)

Varun was in call with his best friend Madhu.

M: What doing?
V: As usual in front of my laptop, trying to learn new stuffs.
M: I feel petty on your laptop. Dont you have anything else to do?
V: hmmm. You ill never understand my Interests.
M: k, leave it, Whats that “You Olive” which you text me.
V: You know this Popye show la?
M: Yes, he eats spinach and beats the villain. That one na?
V: Yes yes same one. In that the heroine character name is “Olive” and you are thin like her so …
M: Deiiii … Kill You ..
V: And you know Olive oil good for health, Olive leaves symbolize peace and they are in “UN” logo and …
M: Oh you started.. Pls stop.. call me what ever you want.

Madhu is Varun’s best friend at college. She was the one who cared and stood by him when many left him for his uninteresting geeky character. She is patient enough to listen all his ramblings, some time its about some new technology or some time about his favorite Bharathiyar poems. The worst things are his poor jokes and she even bared them too. Their friendship grew stronger with time. They both developed feelings for each other, Even missed each other badly during their semester holidays. Madhu tried her best to convey her love to him indirectly, but nothing hit his tube light brain. And Varun feared loosing his best friend if he expresses his.

5 years back …. (Same mosquito coil rotating flash back feel)

Some how Varun gathered all his courage and decided to express his love. He called her earlier in the evening to inform her that he got some important thing to discus and he would be calling by night as usual. As said Varun called her.

M: Hey what’s the matter. you said you want to discus some thing.
V: Yes Yes, But promise me that you will be my friend always.
M: What happen to you, I will be. First say whats the matter.
V: You are very nice to me, you was there for me always as a support, You care a lot for me.
M: Hmmm…
V: That’s why I feel that I would be too happy if you be my life partner.

After hearing this Madhu started crying and she didn’t stop for 15 mins in spite of Varun repeatedly apologizing and asking for forgiveness. Varun cursed himself for doing this and loosing his best friend. After some mins of non stop crying Madhu spoke.

M: Why you didn’t  you say this earlier?
V: What? (totally confused)
M: I am expecting this for a long time. I too have the same feeling on you.
V: Really? I could’n even shout out of joy now.
M: I tried a lot to express you indirectly, but you tube light.
V: I also did, I also expressed indirectly.
M: Don’t bluff.
V: Why don’t you open your laptop and check your mail? (typing some thing fast with his laptop)
M: Now?
V: Yes, Now.

When Madhu opened that recent mail from Varun, she saw an animation running in loop in center of her screen. The letters of the words “You Olive” rearranged themselves to “I Love You” in loop.  He was waiting for reply from Madhu, but no words came out of her, instead it rained kisses.

The words “You Olive” became some thing dear to them. They used it all the time, while texting, while talking, while fighting. They sparsely said “I Love You” to each other. When some of their friend’s interfere their texts and ask about this “You Olive” they would easily escape by saying Popeye, Olive story.

1.5 years back ….

V: You Olive. Pls.
M: Will you stop this, Pls don’t try convince me with those words. You are not the one who was before. You have changed.
V: Every one changes, Even you. Why don’t you understand.
M: It’s not working anymore. Its better we part.

By the time Varun finished his tea, there wasn’t even a drop left in his cup but few drops try peep out of his eyes. He just wiped them, moved on and continued his work. Now Madhu has no part to play in his life, except her memories.

My Radio Days


It was a usual day at office and was cleaning up and organizing my old bookmarks in my browser. In the process I stumbled up on an online radio link which I had bookmarked years ago. When opened it played my favorite A.R.Rahman hits, so I muted my usual playlist and stared listening to it. One after another I heard my favorite songs which I haven’t  heard for years. As usual it’s my mind which goes nostalgic and gets comfort, this time it went back to my good old radio days.

Don’t  think I am too old to talk about radios, but my childhood memories are filled with it. Though we had TV at our home, my parents never gave cable TV connection till my sister completed her schooling. They thought it would impair our academic performance. I very rarely watched TV cos those programs in DD where too boring for me, except very few. It’s the same case with radio cos it was all AIR (All India Radio) channels which was also boring except for the news. The  radio landscape totally changed when private players Suryan FM and Radio Mirchi started operating in Chennai in mid of 2003. They came up came up with young RJs, interesting programs, and new songs, that’s when i actively started listening to radio. Though we had a tape recorder at home I always wanted a Walkman with radio for myself, but what my parents could afford at that time was a small portable radio transistor. It’s a tiny Philips radio with auto scan feature which I always carry and listen to it.

Pocket Radio

Similar to the tiny radio which I owned, except that it’s black and that’s silver

Radio Mirchi 98.3 is my all time favorite radio station. The more I started to listen to it, I started liking talks of the RJs than the song they played. Most of my days started listening to “Hello Chennai” a breakfast show which was hosted by one of my favorite RJ Suchi (also a singer) , when she left the station the same show was took over by yet another favorite RJs Ajai and Shiva. Now Shiva became an actor and RJ Ajai still continues with the show.

Even after getting a MP3 player I used to listen to “Hello Chennai” show while going to college and “Freeya Vidu” show while back, both by my fav RJ Ajai. I even had pleasure of hearing my voice aired in his show once and songs which I requested him via online chat played twice . I even try to mimic his voice and my friends used to like it. Few months back I met him unanticipated in Besant Nagar beach and get to click a pic with him.

Me with my fav RJ Ajai

Me with my favorite RJ Ajai

One of the most memorable moment to which I can associate with radio is hiding under the last bench in class listening to Oscar updates and hoping for A.R.Rahman to win Oscar. Me and my friend shouted out of joy when we heard that he won one in spite of lecturer being inside the class. We kinda howled when we heard that he won another, Still remember the baffled face of the lecturer who was clueless about who shouted and for what.

But now my interest in listening to radio got gradually decreased because of 3 reasons.
1) Now they play songs back to back and even more adds, you end up listening more advertisement than songs and RJ talks put together.
2) I no longer commute to my office by public transport and I use my bike, so no room for listening while driving.
3) My smart phone doesn’t have a radio module.

At lest happy that my new favorite  RJ Balaji uploading his good talks to SoundCloud.

Whatever, nothing beats the feel of hearing your favorite songs being played out of blues in radio. “So listen to the radio, And all the songs we used to know”.