It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen....


First sentence in a book or first scene in a filim set the mood for the rest isn't it? may be because of that all of them first ones are the most critical.. as they say first impression is the.........:))

well !! when I also decided to start my own blog even I was thinking of a dramatic ,intriguing and stylish first sentence.... I was confused should i make it long/short ? Should i go right into a dialogue or should i save one? ;or should i start with classic ones like.....It was a dark and stormy night or It was a day like any other or Once upon a time there lived a prince. .
I was royally confused .. I thought a lot ..well what could be that???? but ..... i couldn't find any...

Any way all these things flashed thru my mind when i saw an article on the ' best opening sentences in fiction '.... I have looped some of them for those people who are intersted...


The telephone rang, and she knew she was going to die.— Arturo Perez-Reverte, The Queen of the South


Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice ---One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

“It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday, and I was in bed with my catamite when Ali announced that the archbishop had come to see me.”—Anthony Burgess, Earthly Powers (1980).

“I planned my death carefully; unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite myfeeble attempts to control it.” Margaret Atwood’s Lady Oracle

“The hull of the submarine was lashed to the huge pilings, a behemoth strapped in silhoutte, the sweeping lines of its bow arcing into the light of the North Sea dawn”. The Holcroft Covenant Robert Ludlum

“The afternoon sun baked down on Yemen’s port city of Oman, as twenty-four men gathered in a traditional ceremonial tent”. Sand Storm-Steve Clackson .

The problem is credibility.”–Ron Carlson, “Bigfoot Stole My Wife”

“S. Levin, formerly a drunkard, after a long and tiring transcontinental journey, got off the train at Marathon, Cascadia, towards evening of the last Sunday in August, 1950.”- Bernard Malamud, A New Life

“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.”Vladimir Nabokov, Speak Memory.

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.--1984 by George Orwell
Windows on the World,’ by Frederic Beigbeder: “You know how it ends: Everybody dies.”

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Rain in Summer........

It rained in mumbai last week as a bliss admist hot n humid whether...... I was about to leave to office .... the sound of water falling in the window panes suddenly changed my mood..... guyz.. i love rain.....

also when i was in bus there were school children in that with their heavy back pack... i was curiously watching at them.... as if i was searching for my self in them.... mate.... i really miss my school days.....

but those dayz i used to pray.. God... please dont rain during day time since it will interrupt the cricket we were eagerly playing during lunch intervels and free periods.... but ofcourse i like night rains .... sound of water drops falling on the roof tops is one of the sweetest voice for me in this world.... I love night rains.... they are sooooo.. beautiful.... to watch rain from my room upstaires was really an enchanting experience . The view of water drops pouring in and basking in the light from the gate lamp was indeed a unique combination. Along with this the sound of rain in back ground always used to make it a perfect picture. Even though it might be raining outside cooling effect was happening inside the mind...

There were numerous occasions when i used to wakeup during midnights or early mornings hearing the noice of rain pouring in and i used to pull a chair near the window and keep on watching at the rain ........

But in mumbai rain have got a different character altogther it seems.... it keeps on changing .......may be because it dont have enough freedom to pour in admist the concrete jungles or may be because mumbaikars have forgotten to appreciate rain n they think it as a disturbance to their busy schedule........
Also night rains in mumbai might have got the same story tell.... it might not get a chance to pour in when city sleeps... since mumbai sleeps rather late and very briefly.

Being Mr.Sudhakaran........................................



"My father is a Super Man" Ya... that was my impression about him since the time i have started memorising things...

when I was a small child I used to see him only during that casual leaves ......I thought why ?? ..... later i came to know that he is an army man..... working in Armed medical corps..
The picture I have got in my mind as a child about my father is he wearing a white shirt sitting in the courtyard in the evening smoking scissors .( He later quit smoking by taking last puffs right infront of me sayng that ''baba, see these are last ,I am quitting smoking. I thought c'on dad itz not going to work.... itz not easy to give up a habbit ur pursing for last 40 yrs in just one day...but oh boy!!! i was terribly wrong . He never smoked after that..)

... I still remember my mother praying in the evening during sandyadeepam when she came to know that he was transferred to Punjab... it was in mid 80's .... I was too small to know who terrorists are... but the severity n seriousness in my amma's prayer made me feel that a terrorist is some one who has got the attitude n looks of raksha's in Ramand sagar's Ramayana !!!!!.....


After returning from army ... i was in my 3rd standard he went to gulf for next 11 years ... and after that for last 7 years he is happily settled in my home taking care of farm,paddy feild n 3-4 cows we have got...... ... my father rise early and milk the cows ,feed them... he is 65 now ... still he carries that orderliness ,discipline in all the things he do..some thing which i try but never able to accomplish.

(do u know guyz ... i felt these characters to be quite unnecessary when i was in my school days.... but later i started recognising that he is damn right and the feeling that he can neverbe wrong is so deep rooted in my mind now.......the experience he have gained through years can never be substituted by any thing........ how ever better qualified be am than him...... these are certain tit bits of information that will slowly sink in to your mind as you grow older...)

I feel that our older generation had a hell lot of experience in their life .... which is awsome.... my father when he is in his prime mood used to tell.... his experience .....his schooling..... daily 5 kms of walk to school n back followed by his sister (my aunt) .... days when it will be raining cat n dogs and all those small brooks n river overflowing ...... those stormy evenings and flood .... the difficulties he had faced being from a big family with agricultural background with lot of paddy feilds and a hill full of coconut trees ,pepper n arecanut... his adventures in school n later army...

(he is not that sort of guy who boast that ''I am a soldier who have seen three wars'' n all...
may be because me n my sister thwarts any such plan right in the bud...when amma is away from home itz he cooks food for us.. and we used to pay back our thanks by saying that '' dad you cooks so well it seems u were a cook in army"!!! (any of those chefs reading this pls dont get offended i personally feels that it is a wonderful job.... )

he is an ordinary human being who criticize you when u r wasting something,he dont know to drive,struggle to reply when some one speak to him in english,wont understand when i talk to him about hardaware n software ....But he is a guy with heart full of warmth.... and with hell lot of experience and a right attitude ... an attitude u need to be a good human being..... and i always used to feel I will be a real acheiver when I am able to reach to his levels of emotional quotient , balanced thinking and honesty.....And he has got a unique style n sense of humor which surfaces only occassionally..... but at that time he is the best...

So when some one address me as 'Mr.Sudhakaran' esp in office or when i call up customercare,I really feel proud....that for me is much more valuable than any other certificate........ the feeling that i am born to a father who is a gentle man.......

Indian Ocean,NMIMS n More... (Julie ann moore) ......


Music .. all of us love that isn't it??? well atleast most of us..

yesterday there was a live concert of Indian Ocean Band at NMIMS .. it was Dindu who arranged the ticket n all.... so we thought fine letz us..after all itz a saturday evening... it worth going for an outing..... so me with my friends charted the schedule..... ( u r supposed to pronounce it as skedule.. . as those people return from US after a short stint over there...)\\

We went to JUHU beach ,it looks so refreshed like a beautiful lady just out of a sauna bath.....

I was surprised... it was clean .. my last visit to the beach had left a very bad impression about the place ... so messy yarr.......full of plastic bags n all those garbages.....beach was looking like raped....
but this time it was quite tidy... and also there was lot of waste baskets planted all over..
I always feel that waste baskets are some thing that India need a lot... also I even saw some BMC workers who clean the beach .... Felt good yarr.... i hope this practise will continue...
later some one told me that there was a high court order for the cleaning up of JUHU...
Long Live the courts....

yesterday beach was not that crowded... Actually during weekends it is.... Mumbai has got an acute lack of free n open places... one of the many problems related to mumbai...
we had Pav Bhaji from one of the stall over there watching sunset....... Pav Bhaji is some thing which i relates to vidya.... she is one of my best friend...... happily settled in b'lore with her hubby..... Pav Bhaji is her favourite..... First when i had it ,well i didnt find it that interesting ,but slowly i started liking it ... just like i started loving mumbai...... ya.... i was not a great fan of mumbai when i left pune to mumbai after my training.... will keep that story for some other day...

watching sunset in a beach is always some thing which is so special for me...... I feel serene... happy n satisfied....... after that we left for NMIMS.....


concert was good..... voice of the guyz who sang was not that great but l instruments was awsome .... music was good..... some very good numbers in guitar....

also i saw a beautiful lady who looks like Julie ann moore.... (Julie ann moore is my favourite..) well that lady's face floated in my mind for quite a long time........ with shoulder length jet black hair ,n wearing white top and full length striped skirt and above all with that graceful body language she was looking awsome.... damn gorgeous yarr...

I always used to think why girls are looking this attractive ??? It is not just their beauty that makes people turn their heads....it include the way in which they conduct themselves,the way in which they carry their attitude.....their overall persona..... I pesonally feel that a girl needn't have to be beautiful if she is to be attractive.... it is some thing else... that USP may contain all of the points I have stated above and may be much more..... hope fully I will understand that some day.............

It was around 12 'o' clock when i returned..... any way i slept happily with the satisfaction of having enjoyed a beautiful evening........

March comes....Beware the ides of March ****



ya..... Sheksphere said so .... it is sure that there are some importance to march in every ones life..... well atleast in my life ........

well ......it was in a march i appreared for my 10 th exams.... end of school dayz as well as all the fun associated with it....... my God !!!!! i simply dont want to move on... grow up........ all my friends..... cricket....... football... some of those very interesting classes...(esp. malayalam classes by sridharan sir)... and of course gurlz of st.theresas convent ( BTB I studied in a boyz high school and st.theresas convent is a girls school near to ours..) how much sad it was??? i felt that it is end of the world.... .... but how ever tight you hold on time,it moves on; most of the time taking you with it....... even i wasn't an exception.....

Also it was in a march i joined my first company... SYNTEL.. Again as a surprise .. another mechanical engineer joining IT bandwagon......... but i dont have any lost feelings ...IT is a decent place to work ,atleast i feel so... even though life always stores a mystery round the corner and take you by a total surprise..... it always leaves back a lead 4 you to move on,,,,

this march also i am waiting for some thing good n significant to happen in my life...


***** For all those people who wonder about What are the "ides of March"?...some history...


In the ancient Roman calendar the "ides" was the fifteenth day of March, May, July, and October, and the thirteenth day of the other months. On March 15, 44 BC, Gaius Julius Caesar was assassinated by conspirators in the Senate House in Rome. In Shakespeare's play, Caesar passes through a public square and hears someone shout his name. Hushing the crowd, he asks the voice to speak again. A soothsayer comes into view and warns Caesar to "Beware the ides of March", but, unfortunately, Caesar ignores his premonition: "He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass" ........ guyz sometimes things we leave out thinking as unimportant turnz out to be the most important thing... and the person who recogonise those important nitty gritty things takes the cake.......