Twilight Dreams

I see the evening light splitting the mammoth white clouds, lighting up the valley 'tween the mountains, the river below reflecting the zigzags of its motion on the plished hillsides['cos the winds are strong out here, and go heavy against the rocky mountains].The eagle is flying high up, touring the valley in spiral circles once and again. It has tracked its victim in the shallow water body, a carp with a color of light orange that was pecking on the planktons on the river bed.

I see a village by the slope of a faraway mountain, for all the smoke and lights that seem to balloon up into the sky - signs of celebrations - daily, weekly, monthly, yearly .... I do not know when all do those villagers celebrate, and why they do so. Are they really humans out there, I know not. Perhaps it could be aliens that God so cleverly kept far from the eyes of the Human, for he knew that the man would take it for granted.  But there are drumbeats, and of some rythm that is very unfamiliar, for all the themes I have heard in my life. I tis tough to comprehend the tune of the beat - So I cannot make out if it is that of gloom or joy. Why do I care in first place? I should not.

Behind me - There is the blue sea - waves lapping the sand out of the beach - presenting the land with shells that possibly were empty coffins - and froth that smelt of nothing. I see no sharks, I see no boats, no lighhouses. All I see is the evening Sun coming down from the clouds - Time has passed so quick. It was planning to sink down into the horizon in a short while. Red and blushin, it wanted to hide away from the evening sky as soon as it can. The sea always seems calm at the horizon - maybe in respect of the sinking sun. ANy sea seems to be deep enough to hide the Sun - I could be gographically wrong here, but I as a matter of fact, I prefer to be wrong here.

As the Sun slips down the slope of the horizon, I see the lights brighter on the other side - the village is now lighted up. I fly over, breezing throug the valley - I see the eagle has already done its task - it was pecking into the gills of the piscean, and looking around for intruders. I see the river is quieter, and the mountains seemed to be dead. It amazes me to see that as the daylight vanishes, the beings around seem so dull. Switching between night and day seem like switching between a color and a B/W television. 

I approach the village from the top - I zoom down on the closest coconut tree and observe around. There are no lights .There is no smoke . There are no drumbeats. I open my eyes. I am back at my desk .I see that the code hasn't compiled- and the caffiene cup is empty. Need to get more - Here I go to the cafeteria. Catch ya later!

 

 

 

 

The Parks of Jayanagar

Jayanagar is my second home. My first one is yet to come. Its in my dreams. But Jayangar is no less. With its broad, clean and picteresque streets, parks which spill youth, happiness and rich greenery, Jayanagar is a class of its own.
For those of you who havenn't heard of Jayanagar, its within Bangalore, a city in Southern India that is famous for its Software Companies and Engineers, and of course the delicious Bisi Bele Bath.
 
I find myself living in a world of dreams whenver I stroll through the Boulevard that connects the Ring Road to the South End Circle. Its a three kilometer stretch that offers fresh air and eyeful of beauty to the travelers who chose the route.
 
Amongst all the greenery and beauty is the business centre of Jayangar, which holds the Market complex that is one amongst the biggest in the country - Where you get anything ranging from underwear to Televisions to flashy mobile phones.
 
There are plenty of eat-outs which can keep your tummy full, with a range of delicacies from Chinese [The one with an Andhra bent], the hot and spicy chettinadu food, and of course the native MTR style kannada cuisine.
 
A window shopping by teh complex is quite a good time-pass - You see families passing by, kids who have bought big balloons from street vendors, some one carrying music accessories from Planet M and Music World, while some preferring to stay stood enjoying a smoke.
 
Jayanagar boasts of several educational institutions like the National College, the The Teacher's college, the RV School, and many others. This is reflected in the number of youngsters who visit the "kewl" Coffee bars in and around Jayangar.
The Coffee Bars are really colorful, infested with girls and boys in their teens, to middle aged men and women who feel younger than they are.
 
The Houses in the by lanes are really awesome. They would be really a decade or two old, and still hold their charm for the onlookers. The styles of building range from the old fashioned Karnataka housing constructions to the latest flashy ones that stand more than two storeys tall. The real estate prices in the area shoot up to more than one or two crores of rupees. Thats around 4 to 5 million US Dollars. Now isn't that amazing!
 
I would love to live my entire life in Jaynagar - Well, if I do not find my house of dreams - Otherwise, this place is just too "awesome". I love Jayanagar :)
 

People Who have influenced me the most

My Family
 
They are my primary motivators and the primary reason why I am here, literate enough to write this blog.
My father, Kalpalli Pulapra Gopalankutty Menon, is a man full of energy and overflowing with positive attitude. He has undergone several crises in his lifetime of over 60 years, but always grets people with his sweet smile. He was like a genie, making my wishes come true, whatever they maybe, howmuch ever they cost.
 
My Mother, Sarala Gopal, is a lady of her own class. She is a symbol of love and affection. She has spent her entire life helping others and wishing good for the whole world. She is a symbol of sincerity, unselfish spirit and an infinite cauldron of love. The coffee and wafers she makes for me while I was in school and college burning the "midnight and early morning" oil still are fresh in my memories.
 
My Brother, Gopakumar Menon is my best friend. He is positive and sincere. He never lets his worries show on his face, and cares for his friends as much as he cares about himself. He is an amazing character by himself.
 
Dr. C.J. Joseph
 
A loving, caring teacher, an efficient administrator, a voracious speaker and an avid reader and writer. I am out of words for the principal of my dear old school.[Known as Udyogamandal School.]
He is the single big person outside my family who has influenced me as much as my family.
I remember him motivating me when I was in class six - about how I could come up is studies, and how I could make a mark in this world. I never needsed to look back in my life once I had his blesssings.
 
The City of Cochin
 
Sunshine, rain, greenery, bussling metropolis, coconut trees swaying in the wind... You cannot just stop describing the charming city of Cochin. Its lovely chinese Fishing nets which talk of stories from times imemorial, the Jew Street that arouses curiosity and mystique in the mind of its visitors, the marine drive where I have spent plenty of weekends watching the Arabian sea touching its shores, Cochin is definitely the Queen of the Indian Coast.
This is where I was born and brought up. My entire schooling and undergraduation was done in Cochin. Its my second mother, and the city that has influenced me the most.
 
Aninda Sengupta
 
"Amazing","Unbelievable","Great Guy","Brilliant" - Just a few among the different adjectives that can describe my Manager, Aninda. Technically brilliant coupled with great management skills make him the best person I have ever worked with. The ease with which he manages issues of all levels, and the spirit and enthusiasm with which he himself works for the Organization, and way he motivates his subordinates is simply appalling. He is the most hard working person I have ever met in my life. I always try to set him as an example - I wish I could reach his heights at the earliest. I learnt several lessons from him, and continue to learn more.
 
Kiran Balagopal
 
Simple, Brilliant, hard working, easy going - My Best Friend at School, Kiran. He is simply good for a variety of reasons. His unassuming nature brings him closest to me. He is simple in dressing, and very organized in his life. I am slowly getting out of touch with him - for all the eight hundred kilometers that separate us. I hope that our friendship will come up from the trough it is in currently. 
 
 
 

Preface

I am a person who runs out of time much too often. But I always make it a point for giving my mind enough time to roam around the whole world, meet a lot of people, meet and understand new cultures atleast virtually. I use google to go around the world and see who does what, and where exactly does Tristan Da Cunha exist. Strange thoughts infest my mind often, but I give it enough freedom after all that time in front of my PC.
Thats it for now. I'd add more at a later date, or maybe after a few minutes okie. Somebody's trying to sneak into my bay at office.