Twenty-four Seven Rain

Good morning early Monday. Get up early in the morning. Get ready having a glass of fresh juice and start to gym. You pay, eat junk, get your cholesterol level increased, pay extra again, decrease it. ‘After all Health is important you see!’ just in case if anyone is going to ask you. Will begin your work out with an encouraging spirit and finish it off exhausted. Reach home with the tension to report office on time. From raw vegetables, sprouts, fruits and juices to brown bread, corn flakes and oats will be the healthier food you have ever had for lunch. You will become a fitness freak all of a sudden. Will try and finish deadlines as early as possible so that you can run home and get some sleep. No chit-chat with your family but with your girl-friend on the way to home. This is your completely occupied, exhausted week days’ routine. Good night Friday and good morning Saturday.  Will be a little late (say around 9.00 AM) because of the lengthy exhausted week days. With tiredness on

Tribute to one of   my favorite actor Mr. M.N Nambiar who had his last breathe on 19 November, 2008 after a brief illness, at the age of 89. Manjeri Narayan Nambiar played powerful villain roles in MGR films. His acting was so powerful that in that period, innocent MGR fans throw stones at him on outdoor shots, thinking he is a bad man, even in real life. He never took that in a negative connotation and always felt happy for reaching the audiences so well. To the contrary, in real life, M. N. Nambiar was known to be a kind hearted hero. Profoundly he is a religious person undertaking pilgrimages to Sabarimala. He died on his favorite month. Don’t know what to say as to whether it is good or bad for him. He started his acting in dramas at the age of 13 with the remuneration of Rs 3, of which he kept himself Re. 1 giving Rs. 2 to his mother. Even after the death of other co-artists, M.N Nambiar continued his acting. I will always see his movies mainly for the divine and ‘saantham

Spacious and widespread than needed. Pitch dark. BLACK. ONLY BLACK in that Storeroom. No big a reason. It was hours of darkness. Moon started its night duty around 7 p.m and became busy with its routine. Monotony and tiredness took it to the higher level of irritation of waiting. Slowly and calmly, sun turned up half an hour late as usual. “L. One more! Early hours tomorrow please. Bye.” Said moon with don-make-wait-again look.  The huge storeroom has a slider door with a moving space only for a van. That too was shut. Storeroom’s roof has one foot squared opening. No ventilation other wise. Time kept running. Morning. Mid morning. And now it was perfect 12. Sun slowing came in the mid-position smiling, peeping inside the storeroom. Colour tones. Good today. Its’ longest ray was perfectly fit. Puckered its brow looking at its sweat. Convincingly was looking better than yesterday. Gave happy smile of rays that spread widely not leaving a corner of the room. Only flashing rays every wh