Song: Koovaram Kilipaithalae
Film: Banaras
Music: M Jayachandran
Lyrics: Girish Puthenchery
Singers: Vijay Yesudas, Swetha

Koovaram Kilipaithalae Kunukku Chempakathaen Tharaam
Kunnolam Kumpaalael Manjalarachutharaam
Aampalakkulirampili Kudanivarththanaaredi
Muththoolam Kunnumael Maamazhamuthanedi
Kuppivalaykkoru Koottumaay Kuttimanikkuyil Kooki Vaa
Ponnaarae Minnarae Midukkikkunjaavae
Koovaram Kilipaithalae Kunukku Chempakathaen Tharaam
Kunnolam Kumpaalael Manjalarachutharaam

Ponnaaryan Koyyumpam Thumpikk Choroonu
Katturumpammae Kuttikurumpin Kaathukuththaaninnu
Vellaram Kallinmael Vellinilaavillae
Thullithulumpum Puumanippennin Paadasaramtheerkkaan
Madichithathae Murukkaan Theruththutharaam
Varampin Kallyaanam Kuudaanaay Nellolappanthalidaam

Koovaram Kilipaithalae Kunukku Chempakathaen Tharaam
Kunnolam Kumpaalael Manjalarachutharaam

Chaeloolum Chundathe Chinganilaavunnaan
Chillukokkode Chutipparakkum Chinnachakooram Njaan
Maampoovin Mottoolum Maaraththe Maamunnaan
Manchaadimainae Mataarum Kaanathennuvirunnuvarum
Kurunjipraavae Kurukaan Payarvarukkaam
Kulirin Koodaaram Thaedaanaay Anthikk Chaekkaeraam

Koovaram Kilipaithalae Kunukku Chempakathaen Tharaam
Kunnolam Kumpaalael Manjalarachutharaam
Aampalakkulirampili Kudanivarththanaaredi
Muththoolam Kunnumael Maamazhamuthanedi
Kuppivalaykkoru Koottumaay Kuttimanikkuyil Kooki Vaa
Ponnaarae Minnarae Midukkikkunjaavae

I did not use the phrase My Blog those days in 2004, when I was in Poornam aka Bobcares. Jithin my colleague had set me a sub domain in his site, when I expressed my wish to establish a website. My idea was to write articles and essays which will be ready to lend a hand for the graduate and post graduate students of English Literature. I sought after them to publish over the net. Well, I was surrounded by software and computer engineers who write technical pieces. I did not have a technical back ground. All I had was my flavor to language and literature. My first article was on “Ode on Intimation of Immortality” by William Wordsworth, which was inspired by the response received to Blessens “Are your Servers Secure”. His was a purely technical article, which caters to Linux server administrators, while mine was to cater the literature students. I went on writing and improvised my web with gallery, discussion forums etc. But that was a hard post, because it required html coding. More time was used up for coding and my writing was reduced. In the interim, blog was popular, but I did not know a word about it. I followed and imitated Amar and Sojish.

Dinsan’s Things to Live About was thing to wonder for me. I shuddered at it, how he managed to build such nice site. He, then, told me about blogging, where the writer just need to concentrate on writing alone, while the theme and coding will be free and headache of the blog service provider. Nasarjan and he were on blogspot and later changed to wordpress. Well wordpress can be maintained like a website while the former is for the blog sake. I talk about the basic bloggers who know nothing much about technical and development aspect of blogs. I preferred to go for wordpress. It is then I heard of Chakky’s blog and was behind his thoughts for quiet a few. To the blog, I was less writer and more reader. I kept on reading these writers, Lijoe, Sojish, Nasra, and Dinsan. They were my contemporary bloggers at Bobcares. But today when I look at them, some is alive, some is dead, some is slept, yet some are with a single post for all their lives.

Things to Live About is the one lets down me in that sort. Dinsan was an efficient writer. He wrote about insightful things in life. In fact he wrote simple things in life to live about. I used to sing the song when I was an AICUF cadet “We shall over come one day” and its Hindi counter “Hum Honge Kamyab Ek Din”. But it was with an ease and no sense of meaning. It’s a simple song that he celebrated in his blog and that put me ponderous. He wrote lot many modest and sensible things and posted some good quality interviews. However all of sudden it just vanished. When you look at his blog today you will not find much but just two posts. I hope he will come back as if came back to Orkut.

Chakky is more poetic these days. Well his language was a bit hard for me. It looked Greek to me. Firstly I was interested in his blog because I was in customer support and his former writing was fitting my position. He is more addicted to the word love. If my memory is correct, he wrote much about love in his blog. One think I noticed in his writing: when he is a poet he is poet for a long time and when he is a prose writer he is in that suit for few more days. By poet, he is an emotional writer as he is characterized. As long Chakky is there, the blog will be emotionally and informatively alive.

Nasra is back. But she is not as habitual as before. If I quote her, it’s not her writer’s block as defined. She is running out of time to print the topics surrounds her. She is a social and nostalgic writer. There is another person I should remember when I speak about her nostalgic writing. Anoop R, although he does not write much, and Nasra enjoys the same feeling as I enjoy the picture of my old village, greenery, unlimited blue sky, flow of cold water, red brick roads and so on. When they say or write about it I could easily get along with them. Nasra always tried to bridge those gone days with the brand new life. Simultaneously, her speculation falls on current affairs and politics. Hers is sleeping blog but awake every time along with the much brighter day.

Sojish.com is an autobiography. It’s an inspirational and mind refreshing writing. In the beginning when I started launching a page for me, I wanted my site to be like of Sojish’s. Especially his black and white picture is very well-designed and I tried many of my images to imitate it. His site has much to do with his travels in the earlier days. A traveler is like a river flowing down, gets the variant fragrance and falvor of the routes it travels and finally reaches the ocean of wide knowledge and experience. Sojish.com is an ocean. Although he writes about his profession, my taste lies with his experiments with life. He, now, adopts the dramatic manner of prose, which spoke in live dialogues and conveys the messages most effectively.

Musings is the one that is as defined as in the former idea of blog. A blog is a web diary that logs the life. First 3 years it was very much alive although appeared one or two in a month. I thought she is going to discontinue from last October. But with some quotes and logs she is getting engaged in blogs again. Out of all the Bobcares contemporary blogs, if I judge them for the best theme, Susy’s Musings will mark the best leaving the rest far behind. Each leaves shown under each posts spoke to me as the leaves fallen from the branch you see in the title image and they are the days gone.

Blessen, you should either take a vacation exclusively for making your website as elegant as before or should be out of Bobcares strictly after 8 hours. The present look of his weblog does not reveals who he really is. Or is it the Guru Bhai’s tactics? He stands at the starting point with his five year old articles. I know he is simple and he wanted to give simplicity to his website. But, it’s my cause to argue that it needs more. His taste is Linux and for him there are many more miles to go and many more hands require his assistance. He is obliged to do it.

Finally, a self appraisal arrives. It has been serving to film music lovers for a long time, my world. I was not handling anything serious but once in twelve months. It was when Nasra told me, “she will not vote for my site” I thought of a walk back. At the same time I cannot disappoint the ones who browse for music and entertaining stuffs I have been loading. That is when yathra was born. I know, to write only in Malayalam has lots of disadvantages. Chakky’s first question when I fetch a link: “is it in English?” It is not, but regional language creates a barrier to general readers. My life in this blog appears in English and my thoughts in Malayalam, which invited me to a new world of blogging. But I can’t get out of these blogs, I read at my first days.

Hot Update: In fact a very cold one. Dinsan’s Things to Live About was never a death. The only cause is, my eyes were not wide enough to catch him in the other vest. Well as the URL itself senses, it is OFFLINE. Here is the link to his Blog Life 2.0

Discalimer: The commentory on the above said blogs are the sole views of Arun Chullikkal

It was in 2000 or 2001, Diana, my classmate during university studies, showed me an article, written by herself and Danny, her brother, titled “Keep in Touch”. It was to publish in our class letter, and later it was elected to the college magazine for the year. The present drift Orkut or any other was not fashioned those days, nor was a delusion. Everyone one could easily have down pat the contact number even without looking into their contact list. A very few used a phone book and rest could auto dial the number of their close hearts by their finger. I still remember how well she and her brother wrote the best way to keep one’s old friend in touch and the warmth our old friend could sense when we rang them after such a long span. I was stimulated reading her piece of writing and ran to a public telephone to call my good old links. The piece was vindicated and I could experience it from the rejoinder of my friends.

A week ago, I was down by chicken pox and was reading the “The Class” (By Erich Segal). It was the second reading, but the first read was a tough task for me, since my comprehension skills in English were inferior. Well, you can read the plot summary here. It haunted me, the question in the novel, “How many of us will live to tell the tale till the next reunion). Five men in the novel were not getting any younger and the question is sensible. By a power indefinite, I started searching my college autograph. I started missing them, my classmates. It was there in my book holder. I read it from the first leaf. For the first time I noticed a general conclusion in nearly all the autographs written by my friends. “If we have a chance to meet again someday, even if something important happens on that day, I would subside it, and will join you all”. I hate it. I hate that sentence in all sense. The book of memoirs looked like a book of lies to me. An autograph is a book of lies. It speaks of emotional lies that will hurt the heart for a petite span of time and will never last for the life.

 I know, Diana will oppose my cause. Few months back, while a casual talk with her, I shot a question to her. “Diana, envisage we are having a gathering when we are on 60s and 70s. Some of us are having big pot belly and some are partially deaf or blind, yet some are supported to walk. How many of us will reunite?” She replied swiftly “Five or Six”. I take for granted that she must have counted me and my wife. The number is very less while comparing to our class potency. It was also not the rationale that many may be expired by that time. She was (is) right. Long back, we tried to have gathering. I think it is just if I quote a reply which is quite similar to the majority of the responses. “Well, I’m not sure if I’m free on that day. As of now the day is vacant. But who knows if something could be scheduled. If nothing is slated on that day, I can join you.” The one who promised me in the autograph to subside whatever is important just for our reunion was then looking for some other grounds. The reunion is now marginalized. We can’t blame any. Each second in life is appointed. As Diana says “Everyone is engaged for their lives”. She is wrong. It’s in small cases like giving a missed call, or an offline message, a memo is conveyed, “I remember you”. If they are not even executed, there is nothing worth in writing or keeping an autograph.

 I don’t know if a gathering as in the novel the Class is practical. But I pray, by the will of God, if we have a gathering at the age of 60s or 70s, let not the count of Diana becomes accurate. Let’s all live till then and reunite. God may do his part, but, do my classmates?

you got something, there is something about you girl

my heart is ?? whenever you are around my world goes upside down
tennu le ke jaana apane naal aa ha ha ha
nayi jina o hun yaara ainesa ? aa aa aa
adhi raat nind na aave, din nu chain tadpaave - (2)
 
girl my senses has become a ? dream, your face she is buzzing around
and girl when you are around my world goes upside down
tennu le ke jaana apane naal aa ha ha ha
nayi jina o hun yaara ainesa ? aa aa aa
adhi raat nind na aave, din nu chain tadpaave - (2)
 
hmmm hmm hmm there is something about you girl
 
jindagi mein tu hi aake bas ja meri o jaana
dekh le bas mujhe kya mera hai haal, bin tere mere yaar
tennu le ke jaana apane naal aa ha ha ha
nayi jina o hun yaara ainesa ?
adhi raat nind na aave, din nu chain tadpaave - (2)
(tennu le ke jaana apane naal aa ha ha ha
nayi jina o hun yaara ainesa ? aa aa aa) - (2)

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Artist: Soulja Boy
Album: Isouljaboytellem
Title: Kiss Me Thru the Phone

(feat. Sammie)

[Ad-Lib]
(Soulja Boy Tell Em)

[Chorus: Sammie]
Baby you know that I miss you
I wanna get with you tonight but I cannot babygirl
And that’s the issue
Girl you know I miss you
I just wanna kiss you
But I can’t right now so baby kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
I’ll see you later on..
Kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you when I get home

[Verse: Soulja Boy]
Baby, I know that you like me
You my future wifey
SouljaBoyTellEm yeah you could be my bonnie
I could be your clyde
You could be my wife
Text me, call me, I need you in my life yeah
All that, everyday I need ya
And everytime I see ya my feelings get deeper
I miss ya, I miss ya
I really wanna kiss you but I can’t

[Sammie]
Six seven eight triple nine eight two one two
(678) 999-8212

[Chorus: Sammie]
Baby you know that I miss you
I wanna get with you tonight but I cannot babygirl
And that’s the issue
Girl you know I miss you
I just wanna kiss you
But I can’t right now so baby kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you later on..
Kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you when I get home

[Verse: Soulja Boy]
Baby, I been thinking lately
So much about you
Everything about you, I like it, I love it
Kissing you in public
Thinking nothing of it
Roses by the dozen
Talking on the phone
Baby you so sexy your voice is so lovely
I love your complexion
I miss ya, I miss ya, I miss ya
I really wanna kiss you but I can’t

[Sammie]
Six seven eight triple nine eight two one two
(678) 999-8212

[Chorus: Sammie]
Baby you know that I miss you
I wanna get with you tonight but I cannot babygirl
And that’s the issue
Girl you know I miss you
I just wanna kiss you
But I can’t right now so baby kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you later on..
Kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you when I get home

[Bridge: Soulja Boy]
She call my phone like
(da da dadadada da da dadadada da da..)
We on the phone like
(da da dadadada da da dadadada da da..)
We taking pics like
(da da dadadada da da dadadada da da..)
She dial my number like
(da da dadadada da da dadadada da da..)

[Sammie]
Six seven eight triple nine eight two one two
(678) 999-8212

[Chorus: Sammie]
Baby you know that I miss you
I wanna get with you tonight but I cannot babygirl
And that’s the issue
Girl you know I miss you
I just wanna kiss you
But I can’t right now so baby kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you later on..
Kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you when I get home

ഇതൊരു പാചകക്കാരന്റെ കുറിപ്പല്ല…അല്ലെങ്കില്‍ തന്നെ നാട്ടുകാര്‍ക്കിടയില്‍ ഒരു ശ്രുതിയുണ്ട്, എനിക്കിവിടെ കൂലിപ്പണി ആണെന്നു (ആധാരം സലിംകുമാര്‍). ഇതു കൂടി വായിച്ചാല്‍ പിന്നെ ഇവന്‍ ദുബായില്‍ കുശിനിപ്പണിക്കു വന്നതാണോന്നു വരെ ചിന്തിച്ചു കളയും. സംഗതി എനിക്കും ഇഷ്ടമുള്ള വിഷയമാണു ഈ പാചകം. പക്ഷേ അതു പുറത്തു പറഞ്ഞാല്‍ നാട്ടില്‍ ചെല്ലുമ്പോ പ്രിയതമ കിച്ചെനില്‍ നിന്നും ലോങ് ലീവ് എടുത്തു കളയും. ഇന്നിപ്പോ പെസഹ വ്യാഴമാണു സത്യ ക്രിസ്ത്യാനികള്‍ അപ്പവും പാലുമുണ്ടാക്കി പെസഹാ സ്മരണ നടത്തേണ്ട ദിവസസം. അപ്പവും പാലും, രണ്ടും ഇതിനു മുന്പു ഉണ്ടാക്കിയിട്ടില്ല. എന്തായാലും വെബ്‌ലോകത്തില്‍ കണ്ടപോലെ ഒന്നു വെച്ചു നോക്കുന്നതില്‍ തെറ്റില്ല…ഇതു എന്നെപ്പോലെ കുക്ക് ചെയ്യാന്‍ ആഗ്രഹം മാത്രമുള്ളവര്‍ക്കു വേണ്ടി ഡെഡികേറ്റ് ചെയ്യുന്നു.

പെസഹാ അപ്പം
അരിപ്പൊടി വറുത്തത് 2 കപ്പ്
ചിരകിയ തേങ്ങാ 1 കപ്പ്
ഉഴുന്നു ¼ കപ്പ്
ജീരകം ½ ടിസ്പൂണ്‍
വെളുത്തുള്ളി 2-3 അല്ലി
ചുവന്നുള്ളീ (ചെറുത്) 10-15 എണ്ണം
ഉപ്പ് ആവശ്യത്തിനു

ഉഴുന്നു മൂന്നോ നാലോ മണിക്കൂര്‍ വെള്ളത്തിലിട്ടു കുതിര്‍ത്തി വെക്കുക. കുതിരന്ന ഉഴുന്നും ചുവന്നുള്ളിയും വെളുത്തുള്ളിയും ജീരകവും തേങ്ങാ ചിരകിയതും ചേര്‍ത്തു മിക്സിയിലിട്ടോ കല്ലില്‍ വെച്ചോ നന്നായി പതം വന്ന രീതിയില്‍ അരച്ചെടുക്കുക. അരിപ്പൊടി നേരിയ ചൂടു വെള്ളത്തില്‍ നന്നായി കല്ക്കി അപ്പത്തിനുള്ള മാവ് രൂപത്തില്‍ ആക്കി എടുക്കുക. അതിലേക്ക് ഉഴുന്ന്, ഉള്ളി ചേര്ത്തുണ്ടക്കിയ മിശ്രിതവും ആവശ്യത്തിനു ഉപ്പും ചേര്ക്കുക. ഇതു മിക്സിയിലോ കല്ലിലോ അരച്ച് കുറച്ചു കൂടി മയപ്പേടുത്തുക. അതിനു ശേഷം ഉള്ളുള്ള പരന്ന പാത്രത്തില്‍ വാഴയില വെച്ചു അതിനു മുകളില്‍ അല്പം വെളിച്ചെണ്ണ പുരട്ടിയ ശേഷം അവശ്യത്തിനു മാവു ഒഴിച്ചു അപ്പച്ചെമ്പിലോ ഈഡ്ഡിലി ചെമ്പിലോ വെച്ച് പുഴുങ്ങാവുന്നതാണു. ആദ്യം ഉണ്ടാക്കുന്ന അപ്പത്തിനു മുകളില്‍ ഓശാന ഞായറാഴ്ച ഉപയോഗിക്കുന്ന കുരുത്തോലയില്‍ നിന്നു ചീന്തിയെടുത്ത ഓല കഷണം കൊണ്ടു കുരിശാകൃതി ഉണ്ടാക്കി വെക്കുന്ന ആചാരവും നിലവിലുണ്ട്. വേവ് ആവശ്യത്തിനായി കഴിഞ്ഞാല്‍ അപ്പം ഇറക്കി വെക്കാവുന്നതാണു.

പെസഹാ പാലു

ഉപ്പില്ലാത്ത ശര്‍ക്കര്‌ ½ കപ്പ്
കുതിര്ത്ത് ഉണക്കിയ അരി 2 കപ്പ്
തലപ്പാല്‍(തേങ്ങ ആദ്യംപിഴിഞത്) 1 കപ്പ്
രണ്ടാം പാല്‍ 2 കപ്പ്
ചുക്ക് 1 കഷണം(ചെറുത്)
ഏലക്ക 3-4 എണ്ണം
ജീരകം ½ ടിസ്പൂണ്‍

1. ചെറുതായി ഉടച്ച ശര്‍ക്കര അരക്കപ്പ് വെള്ളത്തില്‍ ഇട്ടു ചൂടാക്കി നന്നയി ഇളകുക. ശര്‍ക്കര മുഴുവനായി അലിഞ്ഞു തീരും വരെ ഇളക്കണം. ഇത് അരിച്ച് മാറ്റിവെക്കുക.

2. കുതിര്‍ത്ത് ഉണക്കിയ അരി വറുത്തെടുക്കുക. ഇതു ജീരകം ഏലക്ക, ചുക്കു എന്നിവ ചേര്‍ത്ത് നന്നായി പൊടിച്ചെടുക്കുക. ശേഷം തലപ്പാല്‍ ചേര്‍ത്ത് നന്നായി കലക്കി വെക്കുക.

ശര്‍ക്കര പാനീയം രണ്ടാം പാല്‍ ചേര്ത്ത് ചൂടാക്കുക. ചെറുതായി ചൂടായ ശേഷം അതിലേക്ക് രണ്ടാം ചേരുവ ചേര്ക്കുക. ആവശ്യത്തിനു കുറുകുന്നത് വരെ നന്നായി ഇളക്കിയ ശേഷം അടുപ്പില്‍ നിന്നും ഇറക്കി വെക്കുക.

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OLD LYRICS

Unnam marannu thenni paranna ponnum kinakkalellam
Onnicheduthu karalinakathu chillittadachathalle
Veruthe…kolam thullum Manasse…pavam neeyum
Vazhiyil chekkayunarum Valu virayum Pakshi parayum
Bhoomi ini adimudi kulungumen kuruvalamanagumbol

Unnam marannu thenni paranna ponnum kinakkalellam
Onnicheduthu karalinakathu chillittadachathalle
Laa laa laa…lala laa laa laa (2)

Poovanahankaram ividini njaan kokkarakko
Koovukayillenkil ethu vazhiye pulari varum (2)
Ushireriyaal puli pulledaa
Ushirillennathu neredaa..
Eli thummiyaal mala veezhumo
Eritheeyil thiri vevumo
Kalaham koodum ulakam
Medu palathum katti ithile
Paayum oru puzhayude thirayile nurayude thari ivar

Unnam marannu thenni paranna ponnum kinakkalellam
Onnicheduthu karalinakathu chillittadachathalle (2)
Ramba bamba bam rimba bamba bam (2)

Cheru kuzhiyanakalum madhamilakum kanavukalil
Kanalil arikkaruthe ini veruthe chithalukale (2)
Njanjoolinum seelkaramo Njanennahambhavamo
Maraalayum chemballiyum melkkoora thangunnuvo
Prakruthee ninte vikruthi Enthu thakruthi Enthoraruthi
Cholluvathin oruvanum aruthathu valiyoru pazhamozhi

Unnam marannu thenni paranna ponnum kinakkalellam
Onnicheduthu karalinakathu chillittadachathalle
Veruthe…kolam thullum Manasse…pavam neeyum
Vazhiyil chekkayunarum Valu virayum Pakshi parayum
Bhoomi ini adimudi kulungumen kuruvalamanagumbol

Unnam marannu thenni paranna ponnum kinakkalellam
Onnicheduthu karalinakathu chillittadachathalle (2)