Nomad, the Scribbler

In close friend circles I am called a blogger. Not that it has got anything to do with my writing, they feel  I spend a considerable amount of time blogging. Yes I am a blogger. I really enjoy doing it and feel really happy being associated with such a tag. But then I have to correct it, I used to be one.  I guess  it is relatively easy to start something, but more difficult part is to keep up with the start. All this time I have tried to  write but was never able to take it further. I have no such worries this time. I am writing this post just  to make myself believe that this particular phase is a mere interlude and I will get back to what I love  BLOGGING

® Something made me go back to my old biology classes and  remember Use and Disuse theory by Lamarck that I have learned somewhere there. It is certainly happening with our Brain cells. With the advent of technology and our over dependency on electronic gadgets, brain cells are becoming inactive. Our life has become more or less mechanical. Even for simple tasks we are relying on electronic gadgets, in a way taking our ability to do it ourselves. Even for doing simple calculations we prefer calculator rather than doing a mental math, which limits the brain activity to a mere task of creating an image of calculator when we see numbers. Mobile phones have a greater role in putting us where we are now. Phone memory and features are improving each day and in the same level our brain activities are diminishing. There is now a considerable body of evidence proving that microwave radiation from mobile phones and cordless phones causes brain tumors, disturbed brain function and other healt

# Story My phone kept ringing. I checked my watch, thirty minutes past ten. Lights were still on. I might have fallen asleep reading. After two or three long rings I took the phone. I checked the number, not a known one. Swearing at the caller I attended the phone. X: Hello I couldn’t recognize the voice at the other end. But it sounded quite familiar, someone I knew from the past. X: Hello Me: Hello X:  Hey this is me Sreejith. It has been so long, right? How are you? Me: I am fine. Where have you been? How come you called? There was every bit of irony in that. I was the one who escaped from the past not him. I still couldn’t totally make out the reason why I did that. Why is he calling me now? I had no idea. X: Do you remember Gayatri?? Me: Who?? X: She was our classmate, she used to be a good singer. Me: mmm. Yes. X: She is getting married. Silence X: This weekend. X: She was asking for your number. I didn’t have it then, got it fr

I have been of the belief till yesterday that six is quite lucky for me. I am not so confident about it now. These days every particular day starts with the question, what trouble am I going to make today?? . One way or another I jump into one. We were celebrating most sought after festival for the people in Kerala, Hartal the only difference is that it doesn’t come on a fixed date unlike most other festivals. It was yet another day in office, but with a festive atmosphere. You could do what ever that pleases you, no pressure just leisure. The day was progressing with occasional bug fixing for the sake of doing something that can be passed on as work, reading and listening to music being set as the major priorities. As the office hour was about to end, I had an urge to set my password in our website to Six. My user login in the site is used for testing purposes and the password was changed much too often as a part of that. I didn't know the present password, so couldn't login

Among the hundreds of forward mails that pile up in our inbox which we even don’t care to have a second look, only some stand out. This particular mail I’m talking about also comes in the likes of this stand out class which makes us roll on the floor and laugh with out even caring about the damn surrounding, at least I felt so. I don’t know where this came from and who sired it, But I feel like posting it. A story I stumbled upon..... "I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart. FOR EXAMPLE: One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me. I said, WHAT??!! What was that?! So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear… You are just not in touch wit

STORY# Tenth of February, It was a pleasant day for me. I made a new start, out from the curious eyes of all those who knew me well. I joined a new company. My plan wasn't to survive but just to have some happy moments to cherish before death can have its firm grip over me. Now a days I prefer meeting new people, fed up with the way people look at me so full of sympathy in their eyes. When they finally realized nothing could be done to extend my tenure here I was left on my own to have a little happiness that the life has denied me so far. What I am being paid is a meager salary in here, I don't care. Why should I ? It isn't any more about the money, though it gave me immense happiness to earn my own living. I made new friends here. They are treating me as one of their own, very first time for me. It is odd, but I didn't want to be sincere in friendship that will make me desperately wish for a longer life. So kept a safe distance from all. But even t

Ten things I want to do, given that my time here is limited. This is giving me a feel of someone who is going to die soon, not so inspiring. Hmmm. so let me cut short everyone’s life here. So some terror is awaiting and I’m the only one who is aware of it. But certainly there is nothing I could do apart from making most of the time that is available. When Nikhil asked me to make a note on things I would I like to do, I thought it would be easy. But the fact is sickening, I couldn’t come up with something that I’m thriving to do as easily as I expected it to be. Pondering for a while, I came up with a few. So let me add, this list is susceptible to change with the course of time. In a rush to make a list I might have missed a few assuming I haven’t completely got into such frame of mind. So for now, here is the list irrespective of its possibility of occurring. Bucket list. Live like a Nomad even if it is for a while. Travel all around the world, see wonderful things w

One of the highlighting feature of a reunion with your old friends is the opportunity for boozing that is coupled with it. If you are lucky enough to be a part of a drinking company you will have enjoyed the very moments and will be cherishing it even now provided you are in a state to remember something. As per virtuosos in this field, Booze Company lasts for ever (I’m counting on that!!!). Hope you do follow. What make this drinking company so enjoyable are the talks, booze gives one confidence to talk, more that that it makes you feel free, to talk about anything and everything. I don’t know why the police are still relying on their infamous methods of questioning. They should just get the accused drunk and they will disclose everything they did. It is not even expensive, cheaper the better. Right from the moment I and Narayan set foot in Trivandrum there has been a single word in our lips ‘Akathalam’. It is a bar located in Sreekaryam near our college. Akathalam can’t just be sa