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Last month we celebrated the Return of Dijiraj. Jam session at Biju’s. TV was there. Jose phoned in. Bobby was away (or as the famous song goes, kappalil aanu ku**a).
The jam almost didn’t happen. Unable to locate Biju’s house, Diji was actually rushing back home when I saw him in Panampilly Nagar. And then I knew, though I had not met him in a decade, he has not changed a bit. Good old Japan, the man in a big hurry – pouva, pouva, pouva.
Before he became Japan, he was Idi Rajappan, the nemesis of Onakka and other school bus kids. He was also the Commando fan, the ‘fastest man’ and a pioneer of hard tackle football. Actually football’s gain was boxing’s loss. The windows of MSc Chemistry lab in Maharaja’s (and many of us) can vouch for the power of his punches.
During the pre-degree days, I was a permanent fixture on his BSA SLR. We discovered Eloor together, filled in our engineering applications together – then I went to Calicut, he went to Kothamangalam…and the rest…is history.
Welcome back, Diji.
Dijimobile: +91 99472 76214. Photos courtesy TV
Idea Star Singer hit rock bottom yesterday.
The tenth round format was bad to start with – four performances per participant, and only two performances per day (Don’t get me started on the weird “performance” rounds – Singing with Family and Friends…what next? ‘Performing with Pets’?). Yesterday, even with four commercial breaks and very detailed analysis of the performances, they could not fill the one-hour slot. So, out comes Didi’s birthday bash footage from the archives.
What an idea sirji
Midnight. A lone Jacobite in the CSI Airport. Around me are IT kids waiting for the New York flight, pawing their newly acquired brides – celebrating their first moments away from daddy, mummy, bhaiya, bhabhi, munnu and Kuttan Pillai (the driver, stupid), …and getting into that New York state of mind.
Was in Mumbai for two days – kampani pani. Went book hunting in Flora Fountain. Picked up Tom Robbin’s Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates (More about the Sultan of Simile later). Had beer at the Pizzeria on Marine Drive, took a leak at Jazz by the Sea (the club next door – the loos are labelled Lou and Louise).
Got swindled by a Mumbai cabbie…again. Flashback. More than 12 years ago. En route to Biju’s place, the cabbie asked me ‘Idhar ka admi ya bahar ka admi?’. ‘Bahar ka admi’, I proudly announced. Wokay, out comes the doosra card…History repeated itself.
Last month, another B’bay trip, I shared a room with Sriram. Guy snores. And mutters in his sleep, and trashes about…pandi melam pandemonium…kept me up till 4 am.
Next morning, I wake up late, open my sore bloodshot eyes, and Sriram the early bird, informs me, “Bum, you snore.”
Around me the snore symphony has started. Gotta join them. Bye…
Babu Kuriakose 