Unexpected happiness – Thanks to Annayum Rasoolum!



Today evening as I was at sitting at my workstation and racking my brain over a contract that I had to finish today, my colleague came to me with a courier. It was from ‘Flipkart’ addressed to me. I was  surprised since I had not ordered anything from the site.

I opened it to be the proud owner of a DVD of the current craze-period’sAnnayum Rasooolum! The gift indeed bought a huge smile on my face! But what made me even happier is this card!


Dear Random Reader,

Thank you for the well thought gift and more importantly letting me know that you like my ramblings!


She is mine!

So this time around my ramblings are not about Mumbai, the rains or the current craze – period. Its about her. She stands tall amongst her peers, dressed  in a black little dress with some beautiful frills at the end. She is from the Europe and travelled miles to be with me in Mumbai. She is my umbrella !

A couple of months ago, when the company that I work for decided to send me for training to Spain (Seville). I did my usual research on the internet about the climate during my visit, the necessary things that I should be carrying etc. Google did help me out with a lot of information but it forgot to let me know that it rains or rather drizzles in Seville during the said period and that I should be carrying an umbrella. I have no grudge against Google since I would have never had her, if I knew about the rains since I would have carried an umbrella from India.

So on the first day of office at Seville, dressed in a white crisp shirt and a nice formal skirt I set off to the office which is about 15 minutes’ walk from the flat where I stayed. The climate was cold but I loved it after the heat that I was enduring in Mumbai. The day went well. On my way back as I was enjoying the sights around, it began to drizzle. Confused with the climate change and partly angry with Google for not letting me know of the rains, I took shelter at a coffee shop. I definitely did not want to wet my new white shirt and more importantly fall sick.

After some time I set off to find a shop where I can buy an umbrella. I was disappointed to know that the only shopping market I knew of did not have umbrellas. Tired, exhausted and drained of (a) walking (b) trying to explain that I need an umbrella in broken Spanish I ended up at a medical store. Out of desperation I asked the lady at the medical store if she sells umbrella. Though surprised, she gladly pointed out to a tiny shop across the street and indicated that I will get an umbrella at that shop. Thanking her profusely (‘muchas gracias’ – hundred times!!), I set off to the said shop. And behold my eyes fell on her – the minute I stepped into the shop. I did not ask for any other options. Within a few minutes she was mine!

She helped me through the rains in her hometown. At the end of the training, as I was packing my bag, I was sure she shall travel back with me to India even if I had to leave many other things behind. And so she travelled back with me from Seville – Madrid – Dubai – Mumbai tagged as ‘fragile items’ so that she is well taken care of. But as I was reunited with her at the baggage counter at Mumbai I realized that she has suffered some injuries like a little bent. Nevertheless I was happy that she was with me.

In Mumbai she was safely tucked inside the cupboard until rains began. Now with the onset of rains, she is my constant companion wherever I go.Her beauty has been appreciated by many. I forgot her in a Meru cab a month before. I tried my level best to hide my disappoint of loosing her since I was with someone.  Thankfully the driver took pains to come back and return the umbrella.The other day as I was walking up the stairs in the train station she slipped off my hand and had a very bad fall. Thanks to the stranger who saved her from more injuries. She is with me despite all the trouble and she is safe.

She shall definitely remain with me through the monsoons and I hope to use her for the coming monsoons as well.

I believe in not having any attachments to materialistic things. Guess she is an exception to it! After all, she is mine!

My Virtual World!

The other day I happened to exchange my views on the world of blogging with someone. Though it would be interesting to share some of those thoughts on my virtual world!

People generally tend to create an image/personality in their mind after reading the blog. I met someone last week who had read my posts before meeting me. I realized that the said person had already created an image and formed an opinion about me after reading my posts. Blogs work as an image creating/image destroying medium! Thankfully, this time around my posts were appreciated and was an image creating one !

A regular reader of my blog once described me in 3 words – Fort Cochin – Mumbai Rains – Current Craze Period. The person I am begins and ends for him with this. He knows nothing more. Then made me  realize that I can create my own image on the virtual world based on the truth/lies/aspirations/emotions that I write about. A lot of people also create a different image of oneself through this medium. They tend to be the person they want to be and not the person they are. So you see people who reflect reality of life on the blog and who tend to run away from reality through the blog!

I got an invite from a closed group in face book, which is meant for all word press bloggers in Kerala. Run by a 20 year old kid from Cochin. He is planning to arrange a meeting of all the bloggers in Jan 2014 in Cochin. I was amazed to see the happenings within the group. People who connected to each other through blogs travelled to places to meet and exchange views. It’s great to see the virtual medium leading people to connect in real life.

People connect with you through the virtual world for various reasons. In my case, some share the love for fort Cochin, some others – the love for Mumbai and many share the common interest in the Current Craze’s movies.

Special thanks to the one who led me to think and write about the world of blogging!

As to why I love Mumbai?

The other day I happened to be a passive member of a conversation wherein a question popped up as to why I love Mumbai. The fact that I love this city is a known fact to all my friends and acquaintances. I do not remember the reason why the question popped up in the said conversation. In any case that is irrelevant in the said context. The relevant part is the answer given by one who took the liberty of answering the same on my behalf! According to the said individual, Mumbai is the only city where I can do what I please without being answerable to anyone and without ending up in trouble. The answer if taken in its essence is correct. However I would rather word it differently. Mumbai is the only city which gives me the freedom to be independent and lead a comfortable life without any security issues.

Guess, it’s a matter of perspectives!

“When the heart and the mind have conflicting opinion …!

….. I end up writing a confusing review!

Sunday night, having had nothing better to do at home, I along with a dear friend ventured out to see a late night show of a Hindi movie – Ranjhana. This is one movie which I liked but I refuse to admit so. The conflict is because there are a couple of aspects that I loved about the movie and some others that I detest.

I do not think I will be able to appreciate a movie which professes stalking as one the best way to get a girl and that is exactly what the movie conveys. To add to that the movie further propagates suicide as the one stop solution to get the girl to profess love for you! Another aspect, which made me uncomfortable, was the way the protagonist ill-treats the lady who loves him. One may argue that these issues still exists in India and hence the same was shown onscreen. One may also argue that the director’s creative freedom should not be curbed.

All said and done I loved the movie despite its regressive thoughts on many issues. The reasons being – The dig at those women utilize their naïve lovers to get things done. The scene wherein the protagonist is told by a stranger that a dip in the holy Ganges will never wash away one’s sins and that one needs to do go ahead and live one’s life. Above all, the feeling that true love still exists in the world where people live through relationships based on compromises, adjustments and convenience.

Hats off to Dhanush for his superlative performance though the one who stole my heart is Abhay Deol!