Sep 16, 2012 - Memoir    5 Comments

24.

So I turned 24 yesterday, the 14th. As with most birthdays, it was quiet and nice. Church, early in the morning, cake, payasam (cheru payar, my fav kind) and lots of TV.

I had turned off my birthday on Facebook, so wishes came mostly only from close friends, and of course family. My sister made me this card which she delivered at 00:00 precisely. Family is important, family is everything, right?

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Aug 21, 2012 - Memoir    21 Comments

Got Featured On Malayala Manorama

Here is some old news, just for the record. ‘Old’ not because the News isn’t relevant anymore, but because I was too lazy busy to write it up here and you probably know about it by other means. Me and my start-up got featured on the Malayala Manorama News Paper.

( For some of my international readers (at least I like to think so), Malayala Manorama is the largest circulated regional daily news paper in India. )

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May 5, 2012 - Obsessions    12 Comments

What Do I Do For Fun?

Fun is overrated. It always has been and always will be. I think people do everything because it is fun. Sometimes its fun while doing it, sometimes its an insurance for fun in the future, and again sometimes we do things just to make sure that they don’t stand in the way of having fun at some point in the future.

People keep asking me this question, What do I do for fun. And it got me thinking. Truth is am not doing anything for fun. I don’t go out on weekends doing fun stuff like hobbies or traveling. I don’t stand in line to see a movie or hangout with my friends every now and then. In many ways there is no fun at all.

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Apr 20, 2012 - Memoir    13 Comments

A Farewell Letter to Cochin

Dear Cochin,

We had a good run, and now the time has come for me to say good bye and move on. We both knew this day would come, unlike what they say in the movies, I deserve better.

I will always remember the sleepless bloody nights where you served me with the best of your mosquitoes. You never left me in the cold, you always made me warm, a bit too much, even in December. You played music with all those traffic on the streets, the honking and the rush, boy! you know what you are doing. You filled my heart with the fragrance of the streets, how could I ever forget you?

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