Pooram is the true essence of kerala… here are some pics of the pooram at my place. i belong to a place called pattambi, in palakkad district, kerala. these pics are from the pooram of “kulangara mahadevi temple”
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Here’s an excerpt:
The new Boeing 787 Dreamliner can carry about 250 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,700 times in 2012. If it were a Dreamliner, it would take about 7 trips to carry that many people.
May 25 2012. 10am
“I can’t die… I’m jux 25 and my Lil sis Jul is getting married next month and there’s so much to be done n said between Gary n me… Ooh dear…” There is nothing left to be said and done. That green line and the awkward beep sound tell it all. It’s over. But it jux don’t fit in. Why there is no white light to take me to heaven or why no ravens to take me to hell… I’m still here… Invisible too…
“Ooh I get it… There is some unfinished business… I can’t go without fulfilling it…That’s it…Jul’s wedding”. It’s my dream. After mom’s death I literally became her mom. Dad was going through a lot then.
Now the hospital people are taking me to the morgue. I’m still shocked… But how… I can’t even remember a thing… The last thing I remember is I’m congratulating Jul on her engagement with Adam.. What happened after that? I’m hearing soft sobs behind me. Jul is crying on Adam’s shoulder and Sam is trying to console dad. Gary is making arrangements for relieving my body. I heard dad telling Gary that I’ll be buried near my mom at St. Xavier church grounds. God this is horrible… I can’t take this anymore….I ran out crying. Outside its rush time and people are walking through me. I cried aloud. But it was worthless. None of them heard me. I felt a pain in my heart. I ran and ran and ran endlessly…crying… Wandering through the city. I’m lost….. Finally I found myself standing in front me the church. The one place where it’s all going to end.
I ran to the stairs leading to the church hall. But something stopped me. No… I can’t watch myself lying in a coffin all dressed up. At that moment there came the limousine and Gary stepped out. He’s carrying a bunch of white roses followed by Jumpie. He has a bunch of white lilies. Ooh he used to give me a white lily every morning. Freshly plucked from Gary’s garden without him noticing…
Sam came in her yellow beetle with a hand full of small bits of papers. The papers through with we passed on messages and gossips and evening party plans during office hours. Gary hated texting while in office. Those paper bits hold the whole essence of our friendship… My heart is coming down into pieces. This is not right… This is unfair… I saw those last bits of my memory being deposited in the coffin…
“Hei… Wait a minute. What on earth is Jul carrying..? No way…” Mom’s wedding gown??? But I gift wrapped it for Jul. “ Jul… why did u do this dear… I will never want to wear it… not in my funeral.” Gary is going to place those flowers in my hands. God this is even more painful… He knew about it… he knew about my crush…now I pulled him too to this mess. When am I going to understand the meaning of d phrase “bad timing”…?
I slipped to the cemetery and stood at my mom’s tombstone. In a few moments I’ll be here near her. I saw the long garland I put on the tombstone a month back on her death anniversary. I tried to pick it up.”Damn… I’m dead…” my hands passed through it.
I turned and walked to the church hall. I’ve made my mind that I will take a last sneak peek at myself. As I walked I saw a man hurrying into the hall. I didn’t see his face but he was holding a lot of things in his hands.
I heard the priest saying prayers. They have started the funeral ceremony and the worst part is I don’t remember what happened to me. I stood there for a few minutes. With all my strength I stepped into the hall and sat at the last row. Now they have started to talk about me. Moments they shared with me. The laughter and tears , all of them ..
Finally it’s over and I walked besides my coffin and it struck me. My Goodness Jul is wearing a wedding ring. “What… she got married…?” Then I saw Gary with some girl and she’s wearing his mother’s ring. “What is going on…? Gary’s engaged and Jul’s married… then.. Why am I still here… I’ve nothing left to do…” then I saw it. “God what‘ve I done…!”
There at my coffin stood the most unexpected man… Gary’s Cousin Daniel. My childhood friend
May 25 2012:-
The day began as usual. I’m driving ma car beyond the city limit. Cops will follow me in any sec; before it happens I pulled up at Barry’s for ma usual coffee n burger. I’m late for my office and if I don’t make it by 5 minutes Gary is going to kill me. Ooh Gary is my boss and I’m his personal assistant. I pulled out saying good morning to old Barry and in 5 minutes I found myself parking my car at the parking lot near to Gary’s Porsche’s place.
I rushed to the elevator which was about to close. I screamed,” Hold it…” I got in and got out the 12th floor. I’m totally surprised coz I ‘m rushing to be here on time and looks like half the office is on leave. “What’s with all…????”. Any ways I went to my desk. “Oohh God…Not this…”it’s as I left it 2 weeks back when I was called for an emergency by my lil sister. I arranged my desk and looked at Gary’s log and he’s going to have a hell of the day. 3 meetings with international companies and a court hearing and to top it off he have to fly again to Rio for signing the contract of his new Mansion there. A man of 29 to gain this success….. Pretty impressive… yeah I’m head over heels in love with him and the whole office knows it except him… Well it’s my job to make sure he reaches everywhere on time. I scheduled it and there he is coming rushing to the office followed by Jumpie. Jumpie is his driver/bodyguard.
Looks like he is in a bad mood… I stood up and said Good morning. He barely heard it. He suddenly stopped and looked back at me. I’m stunned and he Signed and got to his office. I followed him but he barely noticed. Something seems odd. Since I got her, everyone is so not here, there is something wrong. He is not talking to me; also he didn’t hand over his coat to me. Suddenly Sandy came in and he’s asking about the schedule to her. He is acting as if I’m not there. I went out and took the documents which needed his sign immediately. But as I try to take it, it slipped and God knows how I started bleeding, bleeding like hell and I can’t find a handkerchief. Suddenly Jumpie came in and announced that its time to go for the hospital. “Someone is sick…???? It got to be someone special or else why the whole office is shutting down for the evening…” then I noticed God everyone is in mourning except me… “You bloody Sam; u didn’t text me about this”.
Samantha a.k.a Sam is my office buddy. She didn’t show up here today too. I grabbed my bag and went with others. Gary have arranged for a shuttle service. I got in it and it pulled up at the city hospital. We went in. Then I saw there’s Sam standing and she’s crying. Ooh God who is it…
It’s the devastating moment in my life… there in the hospital bed is where I lie. “God what’s this… How is this… what’s happening”. I run in there and stood in front of them but no one seeing me and there is this priest who’s saying prayer and what are they doing… ooh God that’s the reason for the bleeding… I’m dying. The doctor is coming “hei… hello I’m here… please someone.. Get me back to my body… I’m alive… don’t do anything stupid… No… no… No… don’t pull the pipe… I’ll die… don’t…” but the doctor pulled it… and the end… I closed my eyes and nothing happened…
“Its better to be hated for what you are than be loved for what you are not”
what life taught me..
Never offer seat for those who curse about not having one
This is the very big lesson i learned from last Friday’s trip. As usual i made my way into Chennai Mail on the 1st platform and also secured a seat for myself. As i took out a book i been reading and started to settle down to my own world, a fat lady came in and she started scolding us all as if we mutinied on her seat. i thought “ what the hell with this woman???? if you want a seat, ask for it!!!! if someone feels giving you one, they’ll do it”. (no one is that sympathetic in there…well what do you expect??? it is a god damn crowded train… 😉 )
it so happened that the lady sitting next to me got out on the next station and i had no options but to let that lady to sit beside me (that is the biggest mistake from my part on that day…). oooh… God it was hell….. she smelled like rotten eggs.looks like she haven’t washed herself that whole week. To top it of, her hair… it was made into a big bun… and she have put on lots and lots of jasmine on it… it was really in a hell situation… the rotten egg smell and jasmine smell mixed up and i was suffocating……
It got worse when she pushed me and made herself comfortable by sitting with her big thighs on my little ones (comparing to hers mine is only one by fifth of hers). i squeezed in there. there was no other option to move from there. I’ve never held my breath this long in my life.
finally when the coupe next to mine got empty i ran for my life…
The stench could’ve killed me.. thank god i survived… looking back i realize how narrow was my escape as all others left there took refuge in other coupe.
Even though there was no stench i could’ve killed myself…. oops i forgot to mention.. she hasn’t stooped cursing us.. she was moving every bit near to me with every intention of pushing me off the seat.. well what can i do ??? she’s way more in all aspects (in size and in mouth). horrible woman…..
so that was last Friday’s trip…. Looks like there is more to discover and learn…. you will learn the most important lesson of you life through these trips…..
“SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST”
Any one curious about the post’s name “Train diary” ???????
Monday mornings always started with the journey from my home to calicut…. and the mode of transport,… well of course train…
the great Chennai Mail… its actually too early for any one to go at that point of day… but I’m out of choices.. the train is at morning 6:05 am… so eventually i ended up hating Monday mornings….( juz these past two years…. 😦 )
i always take the Ladies Coach and its always crowded. not even one inch to put your legs and stand.. its really awful on days when it got the small coach… so it’s not jux the waking up that i hate.. but the lot of fights involved once you get into the Ladies Coach… whatever it is i still make my way and find a seat and get busy with a book and soothing music in my ears… (really i love those travel.. 🙂 ).
if its raining that’s the best time…i always tweet that ” sitting at the window seat of Chennai mail with a cup of hot coffee and excellent music flowing through ma headphones… lyf can no more be perfect than this..’ this is the case of mornings… when it comes to evenings… its an entirely different story…
Evenings in Chennai mail are legendary…. guess why???? because of all the fuss and running behind the RMS coach…. when it comes to the evening Chennai mail, half of the RMS coach is converted to Ladies Only Coach… There are numerous women who take this very train to come to work and go back… for them its juz a piece of cake.. but my case is different.. I’m only taking this train on weekending Friday and the week starter Monday ( yes,… I’m annoyed by the crowded places 😉 )
i would like to share all the interesting stories happened there with you people…..
welcome to train diary……
don’t forget to read it on all Friday evenings…