The routine stop: Breaking it!

Everyday when I come back from the day's adventure there's only one thing in my mind, its not to play FIFA or its not about which movie I am going to watch today, but its about how I wanna blog when I come back to my flat. I literally wanna blog my life away. But the same routine keeps on repeating, I will come back , do some stuff, play fifa, and then gets all lazy and sleep off. The blog waits for another day, which is ofcourse just a day in the long chain of "another days".

But here I am typing, breaking the routine of non-blogging, and today's adventure, pretty good actually, Went to White sugar's rock show which was conducted as part of the protest for a new dam. Mm and White Sugar as always , kept the heads banging!

And then to Dirty Picture. Surprisingly good movie, I mean I just expected a masala flick. But Vidya Balan "take a bow" everyone. She was absolute! There I said it, Absolute! Not even putting adjectives there.

As the critics said "She has got balls" :D (nice comment there).

Mm well that's the day, I should kickstart bloggin again on a bigger scale, I mean also in Squares and Circles too, mm lazy ass I am!

Well goodnight fellas, Vidya is to be in my dreams... olalala olalala.... :D

Chocalate Confessions : Pre.Production

lol, let me make this into a project, and for those of all ya dudheads still laughing their ass off, I am pretty serious about it this time, I mean yesterday I had peas and mushrooms, damn! I cant remember the last time I had Veg voluntarily for dinner! lol, Anyway you get the point. So the whole of November is pre production phase. That is me working on and seeing what are the possibilities in veg and also analyzing what all I can limit and what all I dont have to and stuff. So after November I am gonna be back.

Chocolate Confessions: The Start

Hey All,

Stuck in Chennai airport for like two hours, and I thought I would do this now, I mean I really wanted to do this before I land back in Kerala. So after ages of procrastination Chocolate Confessions is born here.

And not holding back any drama, I mean if there's any, this Choc_Conf would be my diet journal or in stronger words, trying to get away from the wayward weak and stupid guy I am in terms of looking after my body. And precisely now I really do realize the problems I am suffering and with a vision what I will be in years to come. That I cant allow. All my close friends would be thinking, "Ah there he goes again". lol, I know this would be like my umpteenth diet plan. But this is something different, here more than desire this is a requirement I guess, trying to instill discipline of some sort in my other wards wayward life.
And besides, if there's something I really ought to respect, its what I write, so I thought I will write down my journey of getting back on shape through this blog. Will be one hell of a rollercoaster.

Rules Ah.... lol... I know I know I have to be harsh with myself here. Well but what I learned is that an easy diet is much better to follow than a really military one. Good for the mind thou, so I am not going to give up on anything but setting up decent rules here and there....

Damn I cant do this, Well I will think about it and come back...lol....

Next part is setting the rules... mm ought to be tricky.

Soul poetry. 1:Invictus

Poems - That crafty art of words that instills marvel and mystery altogether... blah! :P

But I love poems, and I write poems, thou not many have seen light, and if you wanna read one poem I wrote recently Melancholia , check it out!

My poems are mainly 10 minute works, primarily due to the fact that I am lazy to sit in front of paper and thinking through and between the lines, I go with the flow, my poems are so, my actions are so and my life is so soo.

So but I gape with Awe of creative works that has inspired generations. So Thought I will share three poems that got me hooked from films.

Invictus is a movie I saw just to listen to that poem, and boy there is only one right way to listen to that poem, narrated by Morgan Freeman. I am telling you there aint any other good way to listen to it.

But here goes the poem , written by William Earnest Henley. goes like this.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Amen I say! Its said that Henley's whole life is depicted by this single poem. Putting one's life into a poem , that is why this poem is so powerful. That is why this poem is said to have taken Nelson Mandela through 27 years of prison. That is why this poem was recited by some ,before their execution.

What if our life could make a poem? Would it be empty or would it be cliche? I hope it wont be either....

Pusruit of HappYness (purposefull spell glitch)

Life is as they say in the movie, Pursuit of HappYness... and yet people find it so difficult in the quest , but often they do miss the lil things that could give them that feeling.

Well it would appear rich for me to say in midst of my colleagues with their own share of trouble's with all three W's :P , but here we all are one, joined together by one, the elixir that holds the weak and the strong together in the same line.
But here I enjoy, listening to Pink Floyd or Red hot chilly peppers , we enjoy the beats, the jokes, the stupid slumbers, the clean up's.... and the endless call for night outs and ride in through the thick of the night, where to we want to go, still to get stuck in the circle of everyday pursuit, pursuit of happYness, but yet we fail to see its always there within the reach of our hand, lol, anyway after a hectic week, Im enjoyin this moment, this moment of liberation I could say, yet to find myself stuck, I thank, Akhil (my partner in crime) , Edwin , Amal, Sujith, Randeep, Suraj in the Ghost House

Just finding the magicin every moment that we live on, magic that eludes us in the trickery of life, its always there , but hard to find always. Just a simple smile or a stupid joke would always bring it up high :p

Anyway listening to Pink Floyd.... Wish you were here... guess thats the line to end with, here we go... endless in our pursuit... :D

Arrack and the Ego! :D

Header : A book shopping trip to Reliance timeout :D


First let me start with the nadan chollu.... '" Muttathe Mullayku Manamilla".

So here goes...

After a really tired week, even thou it was three days we had to finish a lot at work. Anway after working a lot in front of my system I decided that I am gonna stay away from my laptop and TV and decided to go find solace in a book. So I opened up my roommate's bookshelf, and saw Gravity's Rainbow and City of Joy. Both appeared really difficult for my overworked mind at that point and I decided to go for something light and witty. So there I go to Reliance timeout.

11:00 AM, Entered into Timeout!

11:03 Found this book called "Arrack in the afternoon" in the We recommend section. And instantly I took it (esp seeing the cover page :D ). I found the whole thing interesting especially the last line in the backcover. It was a line about how people tussle and try to get ahead of another.I turned the front cover and peeked if whether Independent or the Sunday telegraph had a word to say about it, something like "meticulously petrocious" (a ChaYoWo joke) :D Others forgive :p
But anyway I thought it would be something fresh.

And there comes the EGO! After reading the very best from Modern writers I felt a bit awkward to pick this one up, lol, I mean after Nabakov - Lolita, Kurt Vonnegut - Slaughterhouse Five and Joseph Heller - Something happened, I felt stupid picking this one up. I mean what if the book itself is studid and I would feel like a lame ass after reading it. My mind was like "Aye enthoke engeneya pedikya". Atleast oru National best seller enkilum vende...., She, ennalum! " lol
Anyway I took the book in my hand and with my high-headed soul decided to take a stroll through International Fiction and I found many interesting authors, and between them Mathew Menachery looked like a "Who am I".
I felt the Jose Saramago's and Ian McEwan's glaring at me with their Nobel and Booker Prizes captions glowing in bright red!! Lol , I mean they would have felt like I have picked a Perk XL Glucose from a shelf contained with Hershey's, Lindt etc.

I checked for other books and went on for an hour.

After an hour trying to satisfy my ego , I decided to give Mathew Menachery a chance and billed the damn thing.

My point is we are so saturated with western culture that we are not giving chance for the home grown talent, whether it be talents or brands or whatever be, Whenever something is labelled INDIAN, we say Oh righ! Where's the Lee showroom?

I feel embarrassed at myself that I too was a part of it, and for penance I thought il make it public, lol...

So I am off to those arrack smelling pages now and hope I do not feel like a lame ass after reading the whole damn thing,

Wait for the review thou :P

Melancholia...

the pristine creature of infinite melancholia
spreading the sense it preached...
this creature that never dies,
it plays around and around,now it,
defiled the wind with its doleful spores...
the rain in concert ,
lured me into the enticing wind,
it tainted my bliss with seeds of melancholy;
my bliss , tainted grey now,
I fell for this play and for the doleful spores,
hidden in the layers of time is what I seek to meliorate,
frozen in time I lay; Hidden,
is what I seek,in layers of time...
until I could rewind the clock,
Melancholia...