Christmas Forever !!!

It was Christmas, but she was the one who made me think about. Like her I had never celebrated Christmas. But it always brought a lot of happiness to me. I just received a postcard which wished me merry Christmas. It was one of those cards which gave you two or three images when you rolled it in your hands, I was lost in happiness.

I was standing in the yard, arms stretched, eyes closed. I could feel my skin twitch when little flakes of snow fell on the bare skin of my face. But yes I was smiling. I could hear Tim & Joanna screaming and shouting in all their excitement. They had managed to make a beautiful Snowman. But they had made it too big, that they couldn’t reach the face to put on the eyes and nose for the snow man. And there she was doing just what a mom should do, Just sliding the carrot into the face. Tim and Joanna seemed very happy with the outcome. They clapped their hands, as suddenly Tim grabbed some snow and threw on his little sister. And there she was smiling and running behind her brother to make it even.

She was admiring the snowman as I walked by to her. I gently slid my hands through her arms and she held on to it as if she was just waiting for me to do that. She just laid her head on my shoulders cuddling, like that. We walked back to the porch were the Christmas star hung. Dad was watching all this from the safe confines of our little house. I am sure he already had his favourite drink to keep himself warm. As we opened the door music started flowing out. From no were kids came swarming past and rite into the house. I helped her out of her fluffy coat and monkey cap. She looked beautiful.

It was not a huge place. It had a roof made of brown baked tiles. The cottage was made of stone and had that natural finishing to the interiors. Warm comfy sofas filled most of the living room and of course there was the fire place where we would often snuggle up. The tree was just besides; we had managed to put all the decorations. I was always the one to put the star up there, right on top. Dad was still sitting there, watching outside the large windows or maybe thinking about mom and good old days.

She called us the food was ready and all laid down neatly on the table. The candles were dancing with their lights. She helped us with a serving of the baked cake topped with dry fruits and crispy nuts. We said our thanks for all the blessing. Dad smiled and said she made better cakes than my mother. I thought I saw her smile. Then there was the sound of the bowls and how Tim wanted to have the same slice which Joanna had. At last he agreed to having mine and then decided against it. It was supposed to be his Christmas present for me.

We had a hearty meal, music was always there. I was helping her with the dishes, cleaned the table and helped her with the last few that needed to be put in the dish washer. The kitchen still smelled of cinnamon and cardamom and she was worried that it would last for long. I told her I loved the smell, she was not comforted. We lost a moment, she tasted the same, I said I loved it. She smiled.

We walked to the living room were dad was telling them Christmas stories. Joanna was almost sleeping in his arms. I slowly picked her up and walked towards their room. Laid her down gently, tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead. Next was Tims turn. She was standing by the door as I laid him down. I kissed him good night and she switched off the lights. We got back to the living room just when dad was leaving. He gave us a big hug and wished us a year filled with happiness and love.

The fire was dancing to the tunes of winds. We lay down on the couch, with her in my arms. I knew she liked the sounds of the guitar, somehow I never got to learn how to play one. I had got her a track just the other day and that was playing in the background, trying to catch up with the lyrics. She snuggled, I held her close. I thought I was humming all night long.

The day was beautiful, there was sunlight. The curtains were drawn. The fire had died out. Most of the food was over and the house smelt less of cinnamon and cardamom. The snowman had begun to melt outside. Kids and dad were still sleeping. For a moment I looked around for my gift. She was there right by my arms, peacefully sleeping. I kissed on her forehead. Everything looked so heavenly and perfect. We were happy :)

Merry Christmas !!!

Bride Wanted !!!

Hi ! Its me … I would like to describe myself as a very simple, reasonable, down to earth, grounded, non complicated and flexible person ... All of it together … be careful :) !!!

I am quite a nice guy for my own standards. I am a huge family person and believe they are one good reason for my blessed life. I am someone who has a traditional set of values, yet a modern set of aspirations. Friends and fun are important too. I am not a typical yoyo kind of guy, but do socialize and party once in a while. My roots are quite important to me the fields, farms, Onams, Vishus and Poorams. All these are very close to my heart.

I was born in Thrissur and studied till 12th Grade in Kendriya Vidyalaya, Thrissur (1997 Batch). Did my BBM in SBC College (2000 Batch), Karkala and then completed my MBA from PSG College of Technology, Coimbatore (2002 Batch). Nothing really to speak about outstanding academics but had a campus job with Coca Cola, Bangalore when I passed out. My education has given me a chance to learn, to understand, mix and gel well with people from different regions and I still keep in touch with lots of my old friends.

I have been in Dubai since 2004. I was initially working with Citi Bank NA as an NRI - Investment Advisor. Moved on to Designers Division in 2005 and beginning 2008 got promoted as the Sales Manager here. The company is into Interior Furnishings & Contracting and doing pretty well. I am quite comfortable with my job and see progress. But I have wanted to run an enterprise of mine own. So if and when the time comes, I will look into it.

I could be a bit serious at work, but I am more or less the same person. I work quite hard and think I am a bit aggressive on that front. I usually keep my cool in most pressure situations. In personal life and otherwise I hate arguments and tend to believe people can resolve issues with communication. I kind of listen keenly to what people have to say. I accept that people could make mistakes. I don’t like to judge people. And believe everyone needs a space of their own. I don’t see myself poking my nose into other people’s business at all, unless they really want me to.

I am that kind of person who would try anything twice, once because I want to try it and the second time because I realize it will not kill me. Intentionally missing out on an opportunity of some kind is something that I don’t like. I have learned to be persistent and patient with life. Even though I am sometimes lazy, I like to keep myself occupied. I kind of like to speak. I like to read & write short stuff. I enjoy listening to music, but not really a music guy. I do quite a bit of Investment planning. I have managed to buy 25 cts of land in the outskirts of Thrissur all by myself. I am getting better at making money.

I enjoy and find happiness from small things in life. I like to spend quality time with old people and kids. I would like to take up more small social initiatives. I am very spiritual than religious. I like the parks, the beaches, anything to do with water, like say swimming, fishing, boating. Though I have extensively travelled in Kerala, Tamil Nadu & Karnataka the only place I have been to other than Dubai is Rome, in Italy. I wish we get lots of opportunities to travel. I love & enjoy good food and maybe I showed you the way to my heart. All together I think I have a really blessed life.

What I really miss is a partner to share my blessed life with? Are you the one ?

Unjust Expectations !!!

I understand that it is unwise and unjust to create expectations from a person who you haven’t even met. But these are some ideas and finer virtues that have been with me. I have always wanted a very simple girl as my lady luck. Someone who has a great smile to brighten up anyone’s heart, polite and soft spoken, sensitive, capable & smart with life and energy, yet graceful.

I have always believed that my lady luck should have her own set of dreams and aspirations ... a will to try and do something not necessarily the hardest jobs in the world and not really for the whole of life ... just enough to give her exposure and an opportunity to meet people.

I wouldn’t mind her being romantic, a bit naughty and adamant at times, but you have to be a bit tolerant and forgiving sometimes. A sweet voice will be a bonus for me and the kids as you will have to read out stories to them, Someone who can take care and manage relationships, well within both our families, respect elders, love kids. You may want to be a bit god fearing, so that you can pray for us. -I guess that’s about it.

After all that I have written here ... if you can imagine the tough part ... that is ... if you still seriously think you can tolerate me for a lifetime … with lots of love ... please do let me know … :)

Good Luck Girls !!!

Emotes !

Emotions are stronger than words.

Fireworks %*@%*@

The swirls, swings and the boomerangs. Horizons lightened up with a heart lightening display of fireworks. The dhols, trumpets & of course bale bales. It was only moments before that they were biting their nails, rubbing their hands, and taking one deep breath. What a magnificent way to drop the curtains for the ICC 20 – 20 World Cup Finals.

At the end of the day it was a magnificent game of cricket, more so because India won. Every player putting their little bit to make it worth the watch. It was couple of years back that I had stopped viewing this wonderful game called “Cricket”. Then caught itself in between twisters and whirlpools of allegations, accusations & revelations. And of course lack of Lustre performances.

It was only at the persistent compulsion of my colleague that I went to watch the Indians play the England. The fire caught onto me from the Indian team. I had never seen them play with the same fire until about 7 years back. Fighting till the last moment, blasting away to glory, making faces at your opponents, experimenting with youth. In short there was a momentum, a feeling of change in the right direction.

Though I had shutdown myself from spending any time watching the perceived fixed game, I had always had my ears open as far as the immediate pressing issues that battered the Indian Cricket. Starting with Politics at the helm, the IPL, the ICL, the lobbying issues, selectors choices, captaincy situation, experience vs expertise, senior vs fresh blood. There was not a single area where I couldn’t find a problem with Indian Cricket.

With all the options weighing against, I did get a feeling that it was probably just one odd entertaining match. I was thinking plenty, before I invested my most valuable in watching the second match. And being the usual me, even though it enticed me to the last bits I decided against. I did keep an ear open for the review on the game. I was upset, I missed out a piece.

There were no doubts about the Aussies. The way they play professional cricket, very few do. But with the optimism pinned up on my heart I sat down to watch the game. The leading man with his mind, boundary specialists, fit acrobatic fielders, aggressive bowlers; everything drove the team to a well defined victory. Now there was no way that I was going to miss the final.

The scheduled clash of the Titans was always to be a thriller. Luck might have played its ball game, by giving the Indian tigers the flip of the coin. What was meant to be has to be. With the scorecard tickling a bit slower than the usual, and an always justifying performance by the Green brigade, bowlers and the crew. It was always going to be a tight match. Batsmen kept losing their places at steady intervals. Finally the benchmark was set. The leading man had made his move and for a moment it felt as if things were going well. The rollercoaster’s definitely gave the riders all the G’s. Strategy did the trick. There was a game plan, there were objectives, people knew what they were doing & there was only one team. It takes two to make it a perfect game. Opponents did their bit. In the end it was a game befitting to be the ICC 20 – 20 World Cup Finals.

The tigers tamed the world with their wisdom, their game plan, and their efforts and as a Team. Tigers won my hearts and many because they were one team. I am back to watching matches with efforts, with results, with fireworks – A New Fan !!!

Valuating a Pen !!!

Hand crafted, Ruby studded, Free flowing, German engineering at its best, everything in a pen. Visa vi an ordinary one which Shakesphere used to write Othello. When auctioned which one do you think would fetch more money? What adds real value to a pen? The material with which it was made? Technology used to make it? Were it was made or who wrote with it or what was written with it?

What if the next Shakesphere or JK Rowling held the pen upright with their minds? What if that special someone could change the world to make it a better place to live in? How valuable will my gift be, If great minds like hers were to use it? For a greater cause? For a greater reasoning?

Talents !!!

God gifts people with talents, But keeps them Blind !

Life !!!

Life is a continious struggle for improvement of Circumstances.