Sitting behind me on Bike, Sajan said, ‘San, I feel very sleepy.. !’
I couldn’t help telling him this, ‘I too feel the same’
It seemed that he didn’t feel sleepy afterwards!

One man's sleep is another man's sleeplessness!!

I feel shy.

I have placed an order for a Rain Jacket on Sify Shopping. It took five days for them to deliver me a Winter Jacket.

I have again placed an order for a Rain Jacket on Rediff Shopping. It took around 15 days and today I received a raincoat worth of 50 bucks at Rs 300.

No explicit complaints!

NET. Never Ever Try Shopping.

Podimon was born when his elder brother was 18.

He was the youngest member of his family and the biggest in terms of the love he used to get from others.

If you are the youngest in your family, you would know this, the love and the love bites as well!

He was now 6 years old. After the yearlong toil, his Chacha was going to come home on a vacation.

Podimon was at the end of his patience rope. His eyes were about to jump out of their lids as he kept on looking up above the sky, waiting for his Chacha’s airplane to fly by! Minutes grown to hours but Podimon was not yet tired of waiting!

Suddenly he saw something in the sky, roughly like an airplane. To get a clearer view of it Podimon climbed the nearby tree, with his eyes above head. Yes!! It’s an airplane, Podimon had felt goosebumps! ‘Chachaaaaaaaaaaa!, he yelled in glee, raising both the hands to the plane! He lost his balance and fell down as gravity played its role without fail!

When Chacha came, Podimon welcomed him with his little hands, but broken and plastered! In sweet voice he asked, ‘Chacha did you hear me calling you’?

Realizing what had happened, his elder brother said, ‘Yes, of course, I was also shouting at you, but you weren’t listening’

Kottayam is known as the Cultural Center of Kerala. But when you are there, if you don’t take ultra care of your valuables, you might say the contrary.

Yes, some times things are boasted above what’s it actually. May be to make money, or just to make some noise.

In my dreams, Kottayam has always been a lurid land of nightmares. Once upon a time, it had me in tears and fears.

After degree, I have planned to take advertising as my career stream. I have found an institution in Coimbatore offering PG in Advertising and was on my way to get admission there. I was with my Dad.

Till Kottayam, my briefcase was there in the rack of the bus. But when the bus reached the station at Kottayam, the Briefcase was found missing and replaced by another empty one.

I felt sweat on my palms! My Dad was almost mad! Who took the briefcase? It had contained a better deal of me! All my certificates, diaries, money and almost everything that I had been valuing till that date…

The police hub was found almost empty but more disappointing was the way the one cop was reacting. With a needless smile, he had poured in our details into his casebook and asked us to leave the place as soon as possible. He told us that incidents like this are very common in Kottayam and it would be ideal if the passengers could take care of their valuables. Advice, the most commonly available remedy to your disasters!!!

‘Where to go now?’ thoughts popped up as we have realized that there was no money left in the pockets.

A father and son, belonged to values, prestige and hopes, are now made beggars in a town, the cultural center!

The last pocket of my multi-sachet-pants had some hopes for me. Two hundred bucks given by my grandmother was in it, like a green in the desert.

With the remaining shock in mind, we left the place.

Till today, at least in my most eccentric dreams, I have hoped for the return of my Hard Earned certificates from a Mr. Gentleman… who would have mistakenly took away my briefcase and my scopes!!

My Dad says that the person would have completed his never-dreamt-about professional course and now working in any of the top companies! Another Santhosh George Wilson!!