SOLITUDE SCRIBBLES

Actors, a gentlemen and a shayar T he death of the heroes have had a positive effect, thankfully. Mothers are happy that their kids have finally started concentrating more on their studies, men and women have started cancelling leaves to be back at work, and the betting brigade is betting big even on Bangladesh. Let’s be thankful to The Walls that crumbled without a trace. There’s no writing on the wall for a change now. Let’s be thankful to the Uthappas, Dhonis and Sachins who have begun giving much food for thought to the SMS jokes factory. Indian cricket though failed to get creative, has spurred much creativity to the small messaging service production units. Lets applaud them for that. Why did we lose after all? Because of Indira Gandhi and Hanuman. True, right? Indira created Bangladesh, while Hanuman failed to burn down Lanka completely. So who are to blame? Poor man Greg, he cant be blamed. Rahul, who for the first time ever, shrugged off that constipation-troubled looked from

A decade-and-a-half life A search on Google for something that would help a story took me to down memory lane. A link which took me to my first ever blog. I had called it Yeh kahaan Aa Gaye Hum...Donno why the name was chosen but that's one question I tend to ask myself often. A long forgotten blog, created with the help of a friend at Sify.com with whom I was associated while working with dear friend Radhakrishnan who today is a successful entrepreneur in the media space through his highly-acclaimed company . Many jobs, many a city and here I am in good old Thiruvananthapuram, back at BS , where I began fin journalism on a serious note. It’s almost a decade-and-a-half since I walked down the Karyavattom campus of the Kerala University straight into a news desk which taught me what practical journalism is all about. From then on, it had been a momentous journey, if I may use that phrase. Lustily roaming the pathways of Bombay, exploring the dark alleys of the city that never slept,