(On coming across pieces of this chat once gain I felt that these arguments are relevant although issue is not much new. I request you not to jump into conclusion before reading it completely.) Prashobh: Are you free? Me: Not exactly. But I can sense some urgency in that question. PB: I feel disturbed. I need a chat. Me: Carry on. But limit it to an hour. PB: Ok. Did you read the newspaper today? A professor’s palm was cut. Me: Yes I...
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അന്ന് ആദ്യമായാണ് അവള് എന്നോട് സംസാരിച്ചത്,അതിനു മുന്പ് ഒരു തവണ പേര് ചോദിച്ചിട്ടുണ്ടെന്നു തോന്നുന്നു.അതല്ലാതെ ഞാനും അവളും തമ്മില് യാടൊരു വിധ പരിചയവും...
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Posted at SoorajKeshav So, this is it… It’s time to say good bye to the glorious era of this human life, being a college student. It’s a time when you can enjoy in this world to the maximum. Isn’t it? Those silly jokes you laugh at, those funny practical jokes you play on others, those your friends played on you, the silly fights you got involved with your loved ones, bunking classes for no reason and coming back at...
Read MoreA GREAT DAY…….
“നിങ്ങള് ക്ലാസ്സ് കഴിഞ്ഞാല് FIRST YEAR ECല് പോയിരിയ്ക്കണം…..” “എന്തിനാ MISS?” “എന്തോ മിഠായി തരാനാണെന്നു തോന്നുന്നു…. ” “എന്തിനാ?” “പോയി നോക്കൂ….. അപ്പോള് അറിയാം….”...
Read MoreMy Grandpa- A man of newspapers.
My grandpa was not a man of masses. He was not a man of family either. For that matter he was nobody’s man. He was an arrogant man, whom people would hate if given a choice. He was liked only by children below five and our cat Chakhi. He used to ruthlessly cut off the relationship with children once they cross a particular age. I never asked him the reason, although I was the only person on earth who had the freedom to ask. But I...
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