Thiruvaathira memoirs

Uma must have remembered me yesterday. Just because it was Thiruvathira yesterday. But I wonder how she did celebrate that.  But I am sure my readers would recollect my "Thiruvaathira memoirs". Did you ?

New Year Greetings

Uma must be celebrating this NEW YEAR.  May God shower her with all fortunes and comforts.
And I hope she wishes me a bit of that.

Kickers

Uma was a powerful kicker. Sometimes, her very looks kicked me hard.
Kickers do kick . These two guys certainly kicked me right there. You too would have got it !

Recent trends in Boob shaping /profiling

Uma must be cursing me now, if at all she knows this.  Hey... why this fellow is so funny ? She may ask. But the fact is, she used to entertain me with a detailed analysis of such subjects, whenever I raise them. In this case, its recent trends in boob shaping/ profiling.

I am sure it would take a lot of time and efforts, if you choose this subject. Just because, its so complex and mind bogging !

Look at two popular personalities. I can put more, but I chose to put just two here.

OK...tell me please... what do you think of recent trends in Boob shaping ?

Lady at 1A2

Uma would hate me if she come to know of this. But I think I must reveal what happened. This revelation is a must. Just because, I must reveal everything  of this sort. That's my promise. Isn't it ?
 But before that, whenever I thought of revealing my experiences earlier (which I am going to reveal !), Uma comes to my mind. She would pose a hot and wild look on her face, if she don't like a certain thing. Afterall, I had the fortune (?) to watch them all. So, I am sure of that.
When Uma would read my forthcoming revelation, she would fire me ... But I dare to reveal. Uma cannot stop me from that !

It all started a few years back, when I used to look for girl friends on the net. Those days, a particular site ( I shall reveal everything), on registration, used to give details of the person seeking friendship. That includes her/his email id too. One could directly contact him/her, if one desires so.  You must have realised that this kind of sites donot support this these days, and you have to go through them only, and in most cases, on payment. Thank God, I could send emails to some of the ladies. And just one replied me !
 Yes, that was ROSE.
Rose is her pen-name ( can I say so ? ). She didn't reveal her true name. Ofcourse, later she did it all... yeah... .

I think I must copy her mails here. But I don't want to disclose her id, and so let me edit certain things ( edit I mean... trim off  some portions !).

Here is the first mail.

Hello IR,

               Thanks for your lovely informative mail. how are you? i am doing fine. i am living in the  ...... of Kerala.

my elder son and his family is abroad. both working.  My daughter is  married to a .... man and living in the Us. ...........................   ............

i am a Hindu Nair lady, living alone. sorry for the wrong details  in my profile. Ill tell you more later.

so how is life? take care and have a nice day.....

with regards. mail me more on you.

Mrs.Rose.


This first mail, as you would notice contains a lot of information, but is not revealing much. Please wait for her second mail !

Caught unaware

Uma certainly would not know this. But, of all, I am sure she would be worried of about this, if she knew it. Thank God, its less probable that she would come to know of this.
How can it be ? My Umadevi Antharjanam is almost 200 kilometres away. And I am in this corner.
I can see you all laughing at me. 200 or 2000, kilometres are not an indicator of distance these days. Messages (information) reaches in nano seconds, however kilometers they are away.

That's not the point here. It's about what happened to me yesterday. I have been vegetating and that's why I have been totally silent all these days. But , what you think has happened yesterday to change my hybernation ? If you can't guess, well... I'll tell you straight away. It's Ionia again !!

On Monday afternoon, I got a call. I could n't make out who's on the line. An unknown number. Ok... let me answer the call. I pressed the green button and ...
"Saaar..."  a loud call,  and a pause. I couldn't make out the voice.
"Saaaar.... Ionia ... enne maranno.. ?'
Oh.. God, it was Ionia on the line.
Ionia, you know was with me for sometime. She and her mother used to visit my place, at least on special occassions. Both of them were happy to shower their blessings on me. She left me for a higher paid  and home-closeby job. We both were happy about that. Afterall, she had to take care of her mother.

The call was surprising, as I didn't expect a call from Ionia atall. But she called.
"Saar ... enne maranno ..? she asked me again.
"No...No.. No... Ionia, njaan engine marakkum. Orikkalum marakkan kazhiyaatha aalalle thaan ...  " I said in a low tone.
" Saar naale free aano ? njaan varatte ? enikkonnu saarine kaananam.."
" Nalle leave aano ..?" I asked her a question, instead of answering her question.
" Alla... leave eduthu varaam.."
"Oho.. vannoloo.. njan ivide veettil thanne kaanum.." I said.
"eppol varum " I asked her.
" Saar .. njan naale raavile hospitalil pokum. Doctorne kandittu avide varaam... oru pathinonnu manikku... varatte ?'
"Varoo... ucha bhakshanam njaan karuthi vaykkaam... ivide vannu kazhikkaam.. entha.."
"OK saar... naale kaanaam" and she closed the call.
I looked at the screen to see the caller disconnected.

Ionia is coming tomorrow. That's a golden opportunity to make and enjoy a few golden moments. But Ionia must be planning something else, although she'll  certainly be happy for the merry making.
What could it be ? What's that Ionia wants from me now ? Some money ? No chance. Some other help ? May be ..! Let come what may. I started preparing for Ionia's visit.

.....to contine..

New year wishes

Uma , I am sure, would like to wish you all a Happy NewYear. I too would !