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My Wedding - a Funny Affair  My wedding was a funny affair. It happened in a crowded hall. My bride and I sat on the raised stage under a lovely flower canopy. It was a short ceremony. Rings were put by the betrothed on each other’s right hand. A gold chain was hooked around my bride neck and a pair of thick Jasmine-Chrysanthemum garland was exchanged amid much fanfare and shouting and flash bulbs.  It was while having the prodigious feast that I started scratching my neck. By the time I had reached the middle of the feast, I had to discontinue the eating business and get on earnestly with the scratching business. My bride sitting beside me was bemused by my new- found passion. Couple of well-decked good looking teenagers sitting in the opposite row had started giggling.  Now I was scratching away quite unashamedly! It’s allergy! My uncle, who was a medical practitioner, seemed to understand the reason behind my not so acceptable behaviour. He quickly got me to a private room adjacent

Kerala is a Fever Country!  They call, it the "God’s own country"!  One hundred percent literacy!  Yet, they make our land so filthy,  They pinch us and become wealthy! We are the victims of democracy!  Fever! Fever burning bright!  Chikun!  Dengue!  What a blight! ‘Course it’s all a terrible sight!  Fever! Fever burning bright!  Take our kids and give us fright!  Browning’s Tiger, don’t burn bright  They have lost their kin and might  Few is left to their sorry plight,  Sulking in what’s left of the jungle.  Project Tiger- isn’t it a bungle?  Press is screaming yellow jello  “Yellow, yellow dirty fellow”  The paper’s leaders bellow  “Don’t be too good, dirty fellow”  Mob won’t eat your marshmallow!  Did you hear of the Paper Bond Story,  Of the Patriot taking smelly bribery,  They swear: it’s a bond; we’re so sorry  They swear: return the booty, but it’s so silly  Where’s the crook that runs the lottery?  Or about the nun in query,  Her murder is a damn mystery  They say: T

Ya, Back again. Just was lolzing in the rainrich god's own country gone to dogs! Bugs and mosquitos are malicious, so are the politicians, kids, students, teachers and every chaprasi. what's come to the most literate, most liberal kerala? Frankly, it doesn't bother me as much as those righteous guys nostalgic about the old times. As if world will stand still. Priorities change. Money is the most important thing. So try and make the best of it if you can. hordes of money grab as much and horde it. i don't know for what. i believe great intelligentia around are contemplating big doom for our planet in a century at the most. So what happens to the money you have the property you own. I wonder! But then you cant just contemplate and fall to inaction. may be we should horde money after all. I remember the Abba song Money, money, money..... Nostalgic! So what?