Didgeridoo

Deepthi. Mananthavady Town. Sometime in the mid-eighties.  Chimmy, who was labelled abnormal by the so-called everyday society gave birth to a new life. There was no usual delivery related commotion as Mananthavady slowly fell into another summer night sleep while Chimmy introduced her progeny.        The world didn't bother with the usual "Boy or Girl" enquiry. Me, fresh with the recent knowledge from reading about rebirth was wide awake with my curiosity.  Is junior Chimmy the reappearance of the surveyor 'വല്യച്ഛൻ' who passed away only a few days ago? Maybe he is back, this time without the muffler that was a permanent extra fitting around his neck to survey the places that he left behind in the first innings.   Aswathi.  Peruvaka Suburb.  Still in the mid-eighties (plus a year). I was busy honing my cricketing skills while trying to stay away from the passage window that I broke once when I heard the familiar cough. Rajan Nair has st...

My reading list for 2021 served multiple purposes.  It did blow up my ego and made me feel inside that I am doing something.  I know for a fact that no one witnesses my growing list. Keeping up with the present times, the performer or the exhibitionist in me was rejoicing at the act of showcasing what I tried to convince myself was an accomplishment.  Using an analogy, the origin of this word I read somewhere is connected with analog and real, the post was me posing for the camera at the end of the selfie stick.  On a positive note, I believe the act did put some fire on the procrastinating lazy bum - of me / that is me.  I have evidence to back up my previous statement.  Today is Jan 21, 2022. I don't have a list or there is no title that I can add to a list.  I started multiple books this year. The number of books that I completed = a big ZERO.  The observer and the experimenter in me are telling me the guinea pig - Purpose, even if it actually ...