If you ask me, what the favorite color of Jyothy is, or what she would like to wear on a reception, or who her childhood hero is, or if she had crush on someone, I have no answer. Nor, can I have a wild  guess. Because I have no idea about Jyothy Sreedhar’s personal likes and dislikes. We do not share anything personal, either. But, I know her favorite poesy is post-modern and she would love to read Sylvia Plath and Nandita. They are not something secret too. This is when I reached the realization of a fact that a best friend need not to be the one who knows everything personal about you. In fact even the best enemy can be your best friend. Or I would name it Jyothy Sreedhar.

Facebook was not really sensational, nor a most commoner when I met Jyothy Sreedhar on it. I used to make sure that I had a very close circle in my list that was of less than 50 friends who I knew personally. All of a sudden I saw it had been increasing ever since I joined a literature group named “Writers Forum”. Literature and Social Commenting lead to a new circle of friends. On a weekend I was going through the write-ups and comments inside the group. I noticed something really appealing. Apart from other readers inside the group, who comment for the sake of comments with the most cliched “awesome!” “cool!”, and “wow!” having no sincere feelings to majority of their readings, Jyothy and few others were giving a factual feedback to each poems as to why they liked them or not.I liked the reader in Jyothy and I sent a message to thank her personally for all the feedback on my posts in writers forum.

“Hello Jyothy,

Were you trying to say that Opium is what made Keats to write such an artistic approach to pain. Don’t be so silly on public. Anyway thank you for your feedback on my poems.

R’s Arun”

It was the beginning of a 100 years war which is supposed to use another 97 years to come. For the past three years we have been fighting each other, standing firmly upon our causes and cons with a due respect for each other, while having very a few compromise on certain topics. Eventually she falls into my enemies list occupying herself in my top ten list. We could argue on FB from comments to comments; having no personal consideration as how the opponent would feel about the comment. That’s how she became my best enemy ever.

When I was trying to cross two rails on a cross road to Jyo’s house at Alwaye, these were the thoughts going through my mind. The two rails stretches to its ends having no connection to each other. They leads to their ends on a parallel walk having no close attachment. But still they walk close keeping an enmity  inside. The road that crosses the rails just make the sense of their arguments. A best friendship in a best enmity forms only on such scenarios.

There she stood up at the gateway waving her hands to let us know that, “this is my house”. (Out of topic: As we get in to the house, without any intention, I was trying to locate where the historical dog Ruby is.). We received a warm welcome from her Mom. Normally, when I visit a friend’s house, parents would move inside, as we friends get into our own talks. But, her mom, to my luck, did not do that. Well, let me explain what the luck is.

Jyo sat on another chair having her laptop in her hand. I was trying to connect my mobile to internet as Jyo has posted a new poem (on her mirror), in facebook and I’m supposed to read it. It further lead to a status update of Jyo saying “we are visiting her home”. We started commenting each other from our own devices. There is fact I realized then that we don’t have anything to ask personal, other than just argue and comment on our own reasoning and thoughts. The luck here is the presence of her mom who could give me some room for a formal but personal talks, like “how is life?” “how is job?”, “how is dubai?”. Liji used the lion share of that luck as she did not have her laptop in her hand. She and Jyo’s Mom kept on talking, while we continued commenting on status and notes.

When we stood up to say thanks to the hospitality we received from her mom(esp for the Payasam), Jyo said “Come again”. But I was thinking, for us a visit is not required.For us being just online friends from a distant land is pretty similar to meet in person. For us, nothing personal works. For us “a come again” is not less than a formal word. We just travel from some station to some other, like the two rails at this cross road. It seldom touches at edges, only when we have an argument. For rest of the way, being two separate lines makes the beauty of its enmity. The beauty is more, when there is someone to comment upon this enmity. I heard some good rumors. I call it some good rumors, it leaves a room for laughter. They come out of some beautiful egos of some moonlight and vodka likers, lol, play on thus lovely song on thy pipes of egos fella, so long as moon can light and you can drink. By the way, Dear Jyo! we gotta fight for rest of 97 years. Be there my best enemy.

That’s long back I guess, someone called me “Chulli” for the first time. Chulli by word in my native language means a dry skinny branch or a kind of plant seen in coastal Kerala having thorns in every part of it, except for its beautiful blue flower. Coincidentally, it has a philosophical association to my life that looks like a beautiful flower to me, despite the thorns around it which I had passed in its early stage.

Why I think of it now? Well, on the other day, one of my colleague was talking to his friend who I worked with in Poornam and happened to discuss about me as I share a common identity of being a colleague to both ‘them. While the latter was trying to refresh her memory which filled with so much of Aruns, my surname Chullikkal happened to be the reason for her to identify me. Many misunderstand by my name that I belong to a place called Chullikkal, (@ Fort Cochin), while it’s my surname only, which the name Chulli derived from. It is when my colleague was explaining the difficulty of identifying a person who has the most common name like Arun out hundreds and thousands, I thought about the nickname Chulli and its origin. Thanks to Noisy Room C.

Noisy Room C, was a developers area in Poornam which was officially marked as Room C. Mostly filled by developers in it, I was the only non-developer and had been there merely due to a project associated to billing and receivable management system. We used to crack jokes and laughed out loud, while other sides of the floor were in to serious thinking about admin side of Poornam. Besides, one of the dominating singers in Poornam, Gopika Krish was a member of Room C, who used to sing while coding and rest of us hum along with her. All these created a complete noise on the floor and notoriously name as Noisy Room C. There , out all the noise and laughs, born the name Chulli.

AIM was the chat client were using commonly in Poornam and I created an ID named ArunChullikkal in AIM which is in line with my other online network ID’s. I don’t remember what exactly made Ceelia James to call me Chulli. Might we were making fun of each other’s chat ID. All of a sudden she just shouted, “Nee Poda Chulli (dry branch)”. It created a big laugh inside the Room. Well, that’s the beginning and thanks to Prajeesh (who is ‘addicted to design’) and other developers @ Noisy Room C to propagate the name.

Finally, it flied along with me to Dubai and the Corporate Office of DMH used it to greet me. My feelings to the name Chulli was initially something that is irritating. But sooner I started loving it. Now, I seldom here someone calls me Arun; Chulli has superseded Arun.  An year or two ago, I went to attend a Birthday party. It was of David, son Blessen. Most of the invitees were from Poornam and they kept on calling me Chulli. It’s got registered in a new but a small brain. On the way back to home, after the party. I heard a new voice calling me Chulli! It was my two years old son Allan. He was replacing “Papa” by “Chulli”.

I have been behind this cause, to read Malayalam in my Samsung Galaxy having Android 2.0. I browsed over net to find some solution to this and those I found here @ J4V was slightly difficult for me to follow. On casual talk with my friend, I got the clue to use Opera Mini to resolve this problem. She was using OM in her Nokia. Well i thought I will give a try on OM. All i was doubt was if it is available in Android Market. Fortunately it was.

Now, here we go:

1. Search for Opera Mini in Android Market

2. Install it.

3. Open the browser.

4. Go to config by typing – config: – at address bar, without the hyphen. Remember that a column ‘:’ follows config.

5. Press enter or OK

6. Go to the option “Use bitmap fonts for complex scripts” (Mostly the last option in config)

7. Select “Yes”

8. Save it.

Now you can read Malayalam on your android.

I think I have wrote so much about Poornam, my ex employer. Still my pen is filled when I think of Poornam. If you happened to be an expatriate, you would know how each second in a holiday season is got slated. Well, I never heard that any of my colleagues or friends over here in Dubai had taken some moments to spend in their ex-company during their vacation. It does not mean that “no one has ever”. I speak from the limited world of my knowledge. Whatever, I do find some time to go there, to my dearly loved Poornam. I think I have not missed it in my last two vacations.


On your vacation, you have some prime spot to go for which you have a severe reason or emotional cause to go there.

Well, what makes me go Poornam?

If you ask this question to my wife, she would say, “Whever I go there, I get a positive energy.” She has been to Poornam on very rare occasions such as some outings or jam sessions or some parties. She is right I think, though I don’t know what feel I get. All I get is get refreshed. Well, refreshment is not that which associated to food court, lol. Here, she answers to the reason to go there, while I have no reason to go to Poornam. It’s only an emotion undefined, which makes me to take the left turn to an uphill road at sea port-air port road leading to Poornam.


That day in the morning, I rang Tobby. Well he owns a PPL team now, LOL. It was his team on crease to play the debut match in the 4th or 5th edition of Poornam Premier League. The shout behind him was of course identified, “Whats her name, whats her name, Her name is Sheena..”. Well the very shout and frenzy I could feel in the background of the call was pretty enough to call back my memoirs associated to Poornam and PPL.


I have a close emotional attachment to Poornam. In fact I wrote a few years back that Poornam is an emotion. To be frank I never felt such a closeness to any of my other employers. Does that lead to the feel of a family?  I think “Yes”. It’s like coming home when I step on the blue carpet of Poornam. It begins with a familiar smile from the security officer at the entrance. Even after a long span, he still remembers my name. Not only the security officer, but also from the bottom line, the drivers (driver chettans), supporting staffs and kitchen staffs  ( we call them chechies and chettans) to the top level core team, greet me as if I left Poornam just a shift ago.


The feel of “my home” is what I think, which makes Poornam special. Professionally, of course, there are many other reasons. But to speak on emotional board, the way it maintain the spirit branded “Poornam Family” is the one which makes a difference. The way it makes us to sit together around a table during meals and the SADYA at special occasions such as Onam is one of those uniqueness of being a family. Another thing I remember is the “VISHU KAINEETTAM” by Colonel Uncle. It’s like we get the vishu kaineettam from the eldest member of the family on every Vishu celebrations. The Iftar, the Christmas carol, the birthday celebration of each Poornamite, the Pookalam from Atham to Onam, the farewell… though these are all found in every places, Poornam adds a family spirit into them which make an exceptional feeling.

There is bridge that is built between an employee and a company. Depending upon situation the strength of the bridge can be varied on scale from a weaker mark to a stronger mark. On the meter-gauge of my bridge to Poornam, the point is always on a stronger side, even if three years have gone since I left Poornam. It’s strengthened by a moving attachment to the individuals and the company altogether. At every visit it adds more life to the bridge. This time… The laughter and light punches with Blessen Bhai, Tobbychayan, Noble, Chakky Chettan, (well missed you Sokri and Agni), casual talk with Sheena, Jisha Chechi, Savitha etc, a coffee with Georgettan and some funny memoirs… all these add life to my emotional bridge to Poornam which I could not replace with anything so far.


“This is why I said Poornam is a positive shore”. On the way down my wife commented. “See the freshness on your face”. She added.

The National Award for best feature film has gone to the Malayalam movie “Adaminte Makan Abu”. Tamil moviemaker Veerimaran was named best director at the 58th National Film Awards.

The National Award for best actor will be shared by Tamil cinema’s Dhanush and Malayalam actor Salim Kumar for their work in “Aadukalam” and “Adaminde Makan Abu”, respectively.

Marathi actress Mitalee Jagtap Paradhar won the National Award for best actress for her performance in the movie “Baboo Band Baaja”. Best Cinematographer has been awarded to Madhu Ambat, while best Audiography goes to Ishqiya.

Best music direction: Vishal Bharadwaj (Ishqiya)

Best hindi film : Do Dooni Chaar

Best production design: Robot

Best English Film: Memories in March

Best singer male: Suresh Wadekar

Best singer female: Rekha Bharadwaj




SSLC EXAMINATION – MARCH 2011 – Result at a Glance



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