The fundamental reason behind them not caring too much about anything – 08/03/2018

The world is a much better place than what it can actually be.

However due to a certain odd juxtaposition of the earth and the moon, we are put into a sense of inappropriateness and ergo the misconception about the world that we all live in. Even though there prevails an argument preached by the Institute of Research for Inappropriateness and Whatever that’s Wrong with the World and its Neighbors with in Forty yards which attributes the effect of the moon is gently and mildly to this inappropriateness akin to the effect the same has on the tides, the argument is brushed vehemently aside as outright blasphemy which deserves full on protest every new moon night for four quarters at the least by the Association of Moon Welfare.

While the feasibility of the protest and the logistics procurement for the same are still open for discussion, there is a common ground that has been found with regards to what could be it that could be causing the awkwardness that’s making the world such a mess to begin with. It was agreed that the uneasiness could be eased out by not caring too much about anything, specially between 11pm and 1am everyday and twice every alternate Sunday at the timing of ones choice.


mini posts – 07/03/2018

These days, part of my day is spend in coming up with essay titles such as “The Anxiety induced Turmoil or Why Nothing Really Matters!”, “The elementary equation or Why School taught one and one is two!”, “The  Kickass Guide to Parenting or why the Kids are all right” and many more. The rest of the day is spend however in handling issues ranging from fixing scroll bar issues to debating the pros and cons of the structured application of proven problem solving techniques to rescue people from  places as oblique as say a brake-less motor car rushing down a cliff on full throttle.

Both pastimes, I should say, are very fruitful to the sole purpose that they are employed.

The progress on the essay front usually culminates in me jotting the title in a white word doc and me staring at the screen for a good half an hour. That half an hour would eke out all the gumption out of me.

The debating bit however does extract a bit of activity. However the decision to perform both sides of the debate does have its demerits. I have ended up knocking couple of my tooth out during one of those less serious debates. There have been instances where I have not spoken to myself for three days on a trot owing to a debate on the virtues of the pencil mustache over the Zappa. This particular debate which started out in a very friendly fashion took its turn for the worse when I insulted the other I over the combination of goatee with soul patch.

Quick Update

While a man is at the cusp of yet another birthday, a lot of things go through his mind, most of them very trivial, however one thought stream is worth doting down.

He would be contemplating writing a brief essay titled “Man on turning 31”. Then he will also think he did think of writing a brief essay titled “Man on turning 30” last year. The only thing which materialized in that particular endeavor was him putting in that title in Times New Roman , font Size 16 and subsequent staring at the monitor for a good half an hour before going to deep slumber. On the flip side one could argue that one of the benefits of turning 30 is one would think of writing a blog on the same title, but by the time the whole thing gets done he would have turned 35.

That being said these are things which happened in the tiny world of mine.

The missus turned an year older last Friday. Unlike other birthdays I could not spare a day for her. I could not gift her anything. I could not take her out either. However i do acknowledge the fact that i have never been this happier my entire life. Living with her has been fun and exciting and adds a sense to my life.  Never have I enjoyed my life as i have done in the last four years of togetherness.

I cannot offer you gifts every year, But i do offer you my company for the rest of your life

The kids have started going to playschool. The missus drops them at around 9:30ish in the morning and picks them back at around 12:30ish. They do express their disapproval to the whole playschool affair. However they will slowly like the whole idea of playschool.

I guess that is what Progression is all about.

I guess, that is it.

Oh no, wait wait..

The below lyrics of the Moody Blues Classic Ride my See-saw finally makes a lot of sense

Left school with a first class pass,

Started work but as second class.

School taught one and one is two.

But right now, that answer just ain’t true.

Inspiration , Thy name is …

It was one of those days where i had a frustrated look on my already dejected face. It was so tough to keep it to my self that i had to let it out of my system. Little did i notice that wifey dear was around.

Me : It is not happening…

Wife : What is not happening??  😦

Me : Leave it. It is not a big thing. It is not something to be scared about. It is one of those things on which you can’t be of much help. This thing which is bothering me would be pretty trivial to you.

Wife : Stop this ambiguity!! It is trivial as long as you don’t share it. Now please spill the beans.

Me: Well, The thing is i have been wanting to go back to my blogging ways. But I never get to do it. I think my blogging days are done and dusted.

Wife: May be you are right. May be your days as a blogger are over. Or may be your are wrong. Your days as a blogger are far from over. May be all you need is a bit of inspiration. 🙂

Me : Well then, Inspire!!

Wife: I can give it a try. I will start with a plea. you have to shed this Hamlet wannabe nature of yours. You and your soliloquies, they are slowly getting to be real annoyance. I am being very mild here.

Me: Hmmn…

Wife: You could write about a lot of things. You could think of writing a techie article. You don’t need to use the creative side of the brain for that.

Me: Yea, But not my scene…

Wife : Oh! ok! Then you can write about mundane things that happen around you. Writing is a gift. It will slowly come back to you. All you need to do is to try. You could read a couple of your old posts and think of new ways of rewriting them. Just that you don’t have to rewrite them. They seem fine to me and any change to their current state would robe them of their simplicity and inane beauty. And you will notice that these things which you are mentioning to be missing coming back to you,  just like it comes back in the stupid soccer movie which you are a fan of.

Me: Shaolin Soccer!!  You really can’t leave that out, Can you ? 🙂

Wife : Hmmn.. I can’t, Can i ? Well the thing here is you can write about a lot of things. You can write about turning 30. You can write about you attempts to learn driving and how the entire universe prevents you from being successful at that endeavor. You can also write some fictional essays on how to be a successful manager by delegating all tasks. You can write about bringing up our kids as long as you mention them as sweet and adorable in every paragraph you write about them.  If none of the above appeal to you, the least you can do is to note down our conversation and apply  your blogging skills and convert it into a nice little blog. What do you say ?

Me: Inspiration , Thy name is woman!!!!

That’s how my first blog in a long time was originated. Sincere thanks for wifey dear for making this possible.

p.s. The kids are alright

Songs that Moved Me

I have always thought about writing about songs. And i did try writing couple of short appreciative snippets about songs that influenced me, my thoughts and left an impression.  I did get them published on

However i could not consistently write at that time and i could only come up with writeups of 3 to 4 songs. Having said that now i feel that i could use this space to write on the songs which has made me happy, the ones ones which has made me think, the ones which has made me cry and the ones which i hear again and again. So here i start… again.

Pattu Padi Urakkam

The song is a lullaby sung by P. Susheela for the Malayalam movie Seetha. The music was composed by V Dakshinamoorthy and the lyrics of the song was given by Abhayadev. The thing which you would like about this song is how the music compliments the wonderfully written lyrics to manifest into magic that soothes one’s soul. I would rate it as one of the best lullabies to have been ever written and sung.

You can watch the video on the following link.

The lyrics of the song are below.

Pattu padi urakam njan thamarappo paithale

Kettu kettu nee urangen karalinte kaathale

Karalinte kaathale

Ninnalee pulmadam poomeda yayeda (2)

Kanna nee enikku samraajyam kai vanneda

Vanneda (pattu padi)

Rajavaayi theerum nee oru kalam omane (2)

Marakkathe annu samjatham sree ramane

Ramane (pattu padi)

Rari raro rariro rariraro rariro

The fact that the song was written and composed way back in 1960’s speaks volumes of the longevity of this masterpiece.


I would like to thank my wife for repeatedly singing this song and letting me know how awesome this song actually is. This song features in her filtered list of lullabies which she sings to pacify both Appu and Ani.