Prabhachechi had called just like that. She wanted to call me 'santhane' after a long time. That is how she calls me from childhood. (She used to call Achachan as 'Paatta' till lately; which means a cockroach in Malayalam. She also keeps an ‘edie-podie’ relationship with Amma. So comparatively, I've been fared decently).

As the talk ploughed down, she asked "Santhane, have you sent any SMS to Achachan last week?"

I said "No.. I haven't"

"Sure?"

"Yes I’m sure, but what SMS?"

"With Kisses and all"

"What??"

"Yeah.. Seems like a SMS from Ebie"

"Whaaaaat? Ebie has sent to Achachan?"

"No.. It is from your number.. So you must have sent it"

"What else there in that"

"Yey, Nothing much!! Some more kisses.. That’s all". She stopped, giggling.

I cut the phone. SMS from Ebie has been forwarded to Achachan! Whataplight? Whattosay? Whattodo?.

I called again and asked her to delete it. She said she had already discussed the happenings with Vino and Jaiho (Jaimol) and now there was no meaning in deleting it!

Previously, Vino had forwarded a message to Ebie that wrongly went to Daddy (Ebie's Pa). The content was like this "Nee po Maramakri" (Frog).
You will be surprised to know that this had happened even before our wedding has been fixed. Daddy was upset for sometime because he did not know who had sent this to him. Apologies had been made.

SMS. Short Messaging Shockers!

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Beggars normally won't get a chance to be choosers, but they can be effective sellers at times! That's what I had witnessed last week at Mahim and made me stand awestruck for a minute.

As I was already late to start off for Mahim church last Wednesday, I thought I should not park my bike, which would eat up at least 15 minutes to park, and five rupees. Instead, I chose to stand beside the church, on the main road itself, while our 3G, ('the Sreejith'), who was with me, had gone to offer his prayers. It was then I saw the 'beggar business' around me.

Like bees surrounding a hive, there were hundreds of beggars around the premise and sadly, a large number of them begged not for their stomach's yearnings, but for their nerves' cravings (by consuming drugs and alcohols). I could also see a lot of donators, who (rather than giving monies in the wrong hands), lavishly gave eatables like biscuit packets, bread-packs and sandwiches to these beggars.

The business started soon after each donor left. As I closely watched the entire scene, I saw many 'collectors' coming and buying these ready-made food packets from 'selected' beggars and going back (I guess to the shops again). They gave some money to the beggars per packet, which was seemingly a half of the actual price. This means, for a 10 Rupees Buiscuit he received, a beggar could get 5 Rupees from the collector. Look again, 10 biscuits = 50 Rupees.

A mini-political style right?

Why shouldn't we nominate these 'begsinessmen' to parliament? They could play a Financial Advisor role!

I have two close friends, Kartheesh, who was my classmate during PG, and Nagaraj, my colleague at Yahoo. Both are sons of Tamil Nadu!

I normally start my conversation with these guys with a fight in vernacular.

"Enikk innariyanam... mullapperiyarile vellam jnangalkku kittumo illeyonnu!! (Translation- I want to know right away, whether we, Keralites can take the water from Mullaperiyar Dam or not)

Or

Nee Jayaramine idikkarayi alleda?? (Are you upto beating our actor Jayaram, huh?)

Or

"Tharilleda...pachavellam tharilla jnan... nee aadyam ulliyude vila kurakk, ennittavam bakki" (No.. I won't give you even a drop of water.. first of all you cut down the price for Onions, we will talk afterwards")

Finally Kartheesh stopped calling me. Nagaraj, I fear, will take me to Dharavi and beat me up with his Gunda leaders there.

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