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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 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.


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. (more…)

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. (more…)

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. (more…)

Winner Blogers Choice Award

Posted: April 8, 2009 in 1, Life
Winner 2008
Winner 2008

Won in categories:

Best Entertainment Blog
Best Blog About Stuff
Best Hobby Blog

My Steps to Dancing

Posted: March 30, 2009 in Life

I’m neither the best dancer, nor the better one. But I believe, I’m a good dancer. In my earlier days, I wanted to learn classical dance, because my family always enjoyed classical dance and classical music although none has ever tried it. But when I expressed my wish to learn dance, my uncle put a big NO towards. He supported his cause by an argument, that the boy who learns classical or folk dance mostly has a tendency to imitate the mannerisms of girls. That is where my wish to learn classical dance ended. Anyway, I had my debut at the age of 11. But the road to my debut was full of thorns and mud. I bled a lot.

That was a span when local dance groups were flourished like grass in fresh rain. (more…)

The Chenda Melam @ Onam Celebs of 2006 in Poornam