Sunday, February 1, 2015

Just A Chat Away


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I have wondered how people could speak over phone for hours. My subject to talk in phone will be ended by maximum of one hour. But I had days where I used to spend 5-6 hours chatting with my friends. Whether it is sms, apps or Gtalk, I managed to extend conversations. Here are the main three reasons for my love to chat:

No need of face-to-face talks

Great people say decency is to speak face-to-face. If we are far away or if we could not handle an emotional person, chatting is the best option. We could easily convince a person to accept the reality by means of non-vocal ways especially chat. Moreover, you could communicate with a fellow who lives on the other side of the globe without wasting a huge amount of money as phone bill. All you need is an internet connection which cost no more than Rs. 1000 a month.
I could message my husband or my family about the important updates. In case of phoning, they might hang up saying they are busy or even cancel the call. While I message, they could look out when they are free. It will be there in their phone or computers.

Friends and family Groups

I am constantly in touch with my cousins at America, Europe, Africa or Middle-East. We are connected by social media chats or messenger services. Same is the case with friends. I am an active participant in all the groups I’ve joined. I know what is going on in my friends as well as relatives’ circle. They would update me even the minute details like what is the curry there for lunch, from where did they buy their new dress, how did they manage to drive their kids to school etc. Along with them, I too feel the pressure they face for exams, the mood swings they face and so on. Gossips and appreciations are shared well via chat more than phone calls. Smileys add colors to it. If we bear the ‘smiley’ expressions on over face, it’d be really awkward!

Romance at its best

In earlier days, lovers used to express their feelings over love letters although they may meet once in a while. This proves romance can be portrayed by written words rather than speech. As technology grew, written letters paved way for electronic means. Messengers and chats took over the show. E-mails are also rarely sent by couples. Guys or girls who are committed will be busy typing in their laptops or mobiles. If you are unsure about this, just check a few college hostels (school hostels too).


Letters express the untold feelings and thoughts that our vocal chords fail to articulate. Days are awesome when you come to know your friends and family is just at a click away.

This blogpost is an entry to Happy Hours of Indiblogger conducted by Quikr.com

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Amish’s Trilogy



If you ask me one year ago, I’d say I can’t complete such huge three books. But now I can read any number of pages although 24 hours in a day seem to be so short for my daily activities. Thus I completed three books of Amish, the Shiva Trilogy. No similes or comparisons would match his writing style. You must read at least one of Amish’s books once in your lifetime.  His Shiva Trilogies are:
  1. The Immortals of Meluha
  2. The Secret of the Nagas 
  3. The Oath of the Vayuputras

All these have been translated to many regional languages in India. I gathered these books from a library next door. While the first two went off very fast, third part took a bit long.

Background

Story revolves around a tribal head Shiva. From a common fellow, he was molded as a godly being. He marries Sati, the princess of Meluha. In short, it is just a reframe of Lord Shiva’s story.

Positives

  • Wonderful narration
  • Perfect love story
  • Background has been studied well

Negatives

  • Third part is lagging
  • Supports concept of living god
  • At times, encouraged violence

Author has showed us there is no need to run behind fantasies like Harry Potter as there are so many stories that can be elaborated or altered in India itself. I felt my eyes wet when I went through some of the emotional sequence in that book. I must say it is for the first time. Anyway, don’t miss this book- the voice of voiceless!



Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Hmm? New Year Celebrations For Ladies


Somehow we all have managed to replace 2014 as 2015. It has been one week since my last post appeared here. I don’t want to break the word I’d given to my readers as well as to myself.  Coming to New Year thing… For journalist folks, every day is fresh and beginning of an era. News of today won’t repeat again another day. In fact, novelty is the main point that dragged me to this profession.
Nevertheless, we do enjoy festivals. We celebrate in our own way. Employees took a share and bought a cake. Calendars are replaced. New colorful header for newspaper was introduced. We can’t expect more celebrations as the readers need news the very next day. There is no time to spare to enjoy or mourn. Public are not concerned of the happenings at our office. All they want to know is what is going around the world, country, state and locality.
Being a Malayali lady, my New Year celebrations are mostly confined inside the four walls of my apartment. On 30th December 2014, I had a conversation with driver of my office cab while returning back to home at night.
  • Is there New Year Celebrations in Kozhikode?
  • Of course yes!
  • Venues?
  • Beach is the main center. Some hotels also conduct programs.
  • Will it have female participation?
  • Hmm?  No!
  • Why?
  • It is better for ladies to stay home.  Why should you take a risk?
  • But there are parties at Kochi and outside Kerala
  • Well, we are not that much developed here.

He is just a representative of the male community in Kerala. My family is also the same. My brother told New Year party is not a good choice for females to attend. So like all my fellow lady folks, I too watched live celebrations over TV. I heard fireworks from outside. I ran out to balcony. Colors appeared in sky. It was really far away. I wanted to go there. But I’m a lady. We’d walk out only when sun accompanies us
I went to bed and closed my eyes. I stand in the middle of a hanging bridge. Crackers and fireworks embraced me from both sides. I held it my hands. No burns, no restrictions… I live there with my dreams. The day I lose my ability to imagine, that’s the end of my life!