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RADIO SILENCE

                   I had been trying to contact all sorts of people on the matter of the house construction – project cloister. And all of the concerned individuals are observing radio silence.

                    Don Quixote is going in for action and the radio silence is a prelude to that.

                       I am really surprised why people should be so excited about my being “pokkalled by airmail”, especially so when me who is the one going to be “pokkalled by airmail” is nonchalantly watching the excitement all around.

where is the hurry ? i ask

                 My suggestion to the “gentry” is that till such time that I am “pokkalled by airmail” behave normally and go about your business as usual; and dont go back on your promises – at least 

pretend that you are a gentleman.

                   Once I am “pokkalled by airmail” you can have the time of your life - visit me in the lock up or where I am cleaning the asst. sub. Inspector of police's middle aged wife's petticoat or cleaning his toilet and ask me about my welfare. You can even take a photograph of me at it and put it on the net;

By gaaad, you can.

               so, for the time being, put up a pretext of continuing with the work so that when the bomb goes off I am really shattered!

              By the way, some time back, some prisoners in uk had put up a petition under human rights that they should be provided access to porn films in the jail! the petition was rejected - I am afraid the uk judge was a kill joy; let them, I say!

         I was wondering what could be the situation in the place where I am going to be put up as a prisoner in india. so now a days, I am trying to make full use of my adsl, that is, as long as it lasts - make “hay” while the sun shines!

every second counts,

and I had a go at it even in the morning hours today.

Even otherwise

how can you refuse when some one offers you

a free ride in a mercedes!

just enjoy yourself

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" POTTANMAR "

"pottan" in malayalam is  a rather derogatory term for the deaf and dumb ( it can also mean a member of the "intelligentsia").

if it is a derogatory term why am  i using it?

well, i dont mean any offence to the deaf and dumb for i am using the  term to refer to a particular group of the "intelligentsia".  like the deaf and dumb these characters also use sign language in their effort to communicate.

but the analogy ends there for these bipeds are quite capable of speech. they use sign language in an effort to communicate with me.  

why do these bipeds want to communicate with me  ?

the idea is to get noticed, for they themselves are aware that they don't matter and  desperately want to be in the lime light - the analogy is streaking that was popular  especially in the western countries some time  back.

pottans galore

 i came back from trivandrum yesterday by an evening train and there were a large number of pottans in the unreserved second class compartment making desperate attempts  to get noticed.

well; for my part i ensure that i do not notice them at all and the face never gets registered in my  mind. - i can assure you i wont be able to recognize even one of them if i see them  again. i wouldn't want to have anything to do with trash ( trash (AmE, informal) an offensive word used to describe people that you do not respect - says the genie, oxford dictionary of current english)

but i do have a problem there.

the problem

after i got out of the train at ernakulam i found that the earphones of my iPod were missing. last time i had used it was in the train compartment where i had the pottans for company.  so went  back to the compartment and mopped up the area where i was sitting -. it was no where to be seen.

now suppose you  drop a thing in the train compartment, the normal thing is that whomsoever finds it will return it to you. but this happens only when you have civilized human beings for company and not when you are surrounded by pottans.

the pottans are habitual cheats; cheating has been in their blood for generations and has got imprinted in their genes - and that is why many of them end up in the pakkichi police - absolutely no scruples.the earphones obviously has already reached the HQ of the pakkichi police in pattom thiruvananthappuram . ( now if you want to disprove me you can hand it back to me and i might even issue an apology - so how about it ? ) 

i had put the earphones in a small leather pouch that was too small to accommodate both the ipod and the earphones and had kept the ipod separately and it was the pouch that was missing.

so i still have the ipod with me but will have to shed out a few thousands to get the earphones - it is an original steve jobs thing. i checked up apple's website and the price of the headphones,  (apple ipod headphones )comes to Rs.1700/-

now mr. pottan, you never have seen an ipod.  what do you do with the headphones alone?  use it as anal plug ?

PS. the power supply was cut off exactly at 1300 hrs and was switched on at1400 hrs  - that is the lunch interval of the gestapi.  the sky  is overcast and there is torrents of rain. 
there was nothing else i could do inside the house for it is a dark hole of sorts and i was using the time  to put the incidents of last day on the net thanks to my six cell batteries of my pda - it is demeaning calling it a netbook - and the ups which was good enough to support the adsl modem for an hour.

see ya!

on 

CLOUD NINE

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SITREP_20100419

today at around noon I booted up the puter and started with make some minor modifications on the present vice man verses ( elegy ) before starting on this sitrep. There was lot of tampering and all sorts of funny things started happening. I don't have any illusions that google will be interested in what I am doing on their page and who was at the page along with me is very obvious.

The end result was that the lower half of the page of kuttan's elegy completely disappeared and I was on the job for the next couple hours rebuilding the page from scratch; a sheer waste of a couple of hours - Thank you gestapi!

Once I finished I made a trip to the local market with the hope that after a long interval I would be able to eat some fish – I had stopped going to the fish market following the fracture – but whatever was available in srikaryam market was all stale. I gave it a slip and I came back after purchasing some milk and provisions.

Had a bath and am at the computer again putting up the sitrep on line.

Today was a rather uneventful day so I will go back in time to seventeenth.

another trip to ernakulam

20100417_ I made another trip to ernakulam.

I had my alarm clock , two of them in fact repaired recently, thanks to a smart young man in the east fort area and with the back up wake up alarm of the telephone I can go to sleep without worrying about not waking up in time and missing the train. And my experience is that even a nap of one hour ( or one hundred minutes like I had on the night of 16 – 17 ) really helps. That way one is far better off than without any sleep at all during the night as used to happen before I had the alarm clocks working.

Smart alec

For once I had rather sour experience in the court at ernakulam this time. It looks my approaching the registrar with an application requesting to issue the judgement early had annoyed the staff and some of them were making an effort to throw a spanner in the works and I had a difficult time. There is a member of the staff who is completely off his rocker and what one of the smart alec did was to screw him up and let him loose on me. Rather than taking offence ( I am afraid that was exactly what was planned) I tolerated his gimmicks – I am sure that this person almost certainly is being retained on compassionate grounds. Ultimateley saner counsel prevailed and I got the certified copy.

In fact I had committed an inadvertent mistake in the copy application ( the crux of the problem was my handwriting which is almost illegible ) and as usual the people who really matter was generous to this fault of mine and ensured that I do not suffer because of that petty mistake.

Smart-Arse

At the entrance to the court a police havaldar has been specifically been set up ( most likely by the gestapi who is finding that his tricks are not paying off ) to intimidate me! I preferred to ignore this smart-arse in spite of his being extremely rude to me. if I had taken him on that could have resulted in me getting delayed and missing a long distance train back to trivandrum that was running late and supposed to be arriving at ernakulam at 1530hrs – and missing that train would have meant waiting hours and hours, for the next train was in the early hours of the morning.

So I hurried back to the railway station. The train arrived late in the evening only and till then I made myself comfortable on a seat in the railway platform with lots of snacks and the podcasts from the bbc on jyothiPod for company.

The gestapi at ernakulam was keeping a comparatively low profile and I couldn't hear any prostitute birds in the railway station during all those more than three hours I was there on the platform.

A couple of people were set up to talk to me; I was my usual self and talked freely once they initiated the conversation very much aware that the gestapi or his pimp could be in the next berth listening – and that is one way of conveting to the bugger what you think of him.

Back in trivandrum by 2330 hrs, I reached home in a jiffy for my enfield bullet was waiting there in the raliway parking yard and what with almost no traffic on the road.

Had the usual - lemon soda and buttered toast - and went to sleep uninterrupted till i woke up refreshed late in the morning.

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