Getting Started

After a lull of 11 months in this stereotypical place called Calicut I am meeting some people with whom I share a common creative ancestry. Though my academic life is still hibernating and my surgical finesse is recuperating and there is a looming possibility of my junior batch coming; because by the time those young studs arrive I have to justify my 1 year of surgical experience, I have to reload my academic and surgical arsenal to be pitted against them……..I am literally procrastinating my studies …which I shouldn’t …forbid me for my sulking. but I just wanted to send out this cosmic message into the void that I am meeting interesting people .Medicos who are acting in serials; docs who direct small time album songs; physicians who were trained in classical music by GHULAM ALI, small time guitarists and some cartoonists .Time is sprinting, not just passing ….but still my academics are in a shit-hole ….strange things come in life at inappropriate timing???? My finances are plummeting even when the stipend has hiked …….everything looking red...But with blue at the centre …I have to START …..But I do need to open the choke.

Money Matters

When we were UG’S ,TIMES WHEN WE DID’NT HAVE ANY MONEY WE WERE more happier and content we were never in debt in fact we were forever indebted.Then unexpectedly internship started and we started to earn independent money ,then all our financial woes started ‘Lo saala idiyaa’were the words which we used often and the regularity has kept on escalating no matter where we are India or UK, our bikes or cars will always run in Reserve .Money is a monster with a pretty gal…it will seduce us till we reduce to nothing.Be wary dudes and dudettes .Nevertheless “kasu kudo””kodo magane’ “tea hakso “”oota hakso “ “duddu bichoo” all these dialogues will persist throughout our life.

SUNDAY TIMES

This is for all u guys past and present for whom this day of our monotonous week holds such a high stead.The real sun used to rise on Sundays and in mmc the SUN never used to set.In our MMC Saturday evenings used to herald the oncoming.The plan used to start in KUMARA’S tea shop whose constant supply of" sugary hot tea flavoured water" still appears to this day as the best liquid down our gutters {magic druid} .This was the the time when we were still in our younger TERMS ,when we had no plans in life ,we all followed the same protocol.Elaborate plans for Sunday were laid down ,each one tailored their own .The penreys "naale chicken thina ke hogana ..ILAPUR illa andre REGENT"Then there were the CELLAR BOYS for whom Sunday was just the 7th day of any week ,full of laziness,fun and night out at dhaba and drunken driving on their bikes.The types of NS did nothing to justify this day either ,his morning used to start at afternoon and night used to come the next day’s early morning,THE DAY FILLED WITH LOITERING AROUND HOSTEL CORRIDORS,STARING TREES Above kumara’s shop in search of some obscure Darwinian Galapagos kind of bird or birds,he always had this talent or intent to SPOT something in between the branches when lesser souls just used to see the sun flicker behind the branches and leaves;of course he always used to forget his PRIZED binoculars.’chakli ,chai and wills were his temptations.BUT THAT DID,NT DISTRACT the likes of KASHI,shama,chidu ,dinga,kasma,bd,girisha…whose sole intent on Sundays was to rise early and catch the glimpse of that forever evading 7;30 am PIECE.kashi WAS THE epitome of beautification who detected the BEHOLDER in each thing ,female or feminine………he should be beatified acc to mmc standards.WE still miss his "gone there seen that "reports and post Sunday feast mucching .well I used to look out early morning for the asian age supplement as it used to be really an EYEOPENER.For all of us who survived our entrance days in MMC every day was a Sunday except we used to read more of supplements ,weekly shampoo bath and ajji bondas.Time passed on ,we came to know more about the BIRDS and BEES of life but still today Sunday is as important though the context has changed EACH ONE CELEBRATES IT ALONE.We never hear the echoes of"SMARTY" IN OUR NEW CORRIDORS…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… (written on a nostalgic Saturday night in deserted floors of Pg hostel )