Jan 21, 2016

775. My first movie theater experience

I was born in an orthodox Christian family where watching movie in a cinema hall was not allowed. When I was a kid, we had Doordarshan at home and the only day Doordarshan telecasted movies was on Sundays and we had strict rules of not watching TV on Sundays. Hence I did not know much about movies when I was a kid.

My first movie in a cinema hall was " The Ten commandments". My folks took me to that movie because it was a Biblical movie. But I vaguely remember watching that movie on the big screen because I was very small that time.

The next movie I watched in the big screen was "Jurassic Park". I remember that incident pretty well. It is still fresh in my memory. So I consider that as my first movie experience in the cinema hall.

Jurassic park hit the Indian screens two days after my birthday. April 15 1993. I turned 11 on April 13th. 15th of April was also the same day when Titanic sank. It was summer holidays for me. I had just completed class 6. Officially it had been just one year since I stopped wetting my bed.

One week after the movie hit the theaters, my dad came home and told us that he would take us to the movies. That of course meant that he had done his survey about the movie and had carefully seen to that the movie did not have even one kissing scene. Back then, when ever we heard the term English movie, the first thing that we pre-teen guys would ask each other was "Is there a kissing scene in that movie?". Care was taken at home that we did not come across any kissing scene on TV.

It was a saturday. We all had our lunch and mom told us "If you sleep well, I will take you to the movie for the 6 pm show". They already had the tickets and she was just saying that just to make me and my sister have a good afternoon nap. I was innocent that I did not even logically think of this at that time. I just obeyed her and went to sleep.

When I woke up in the evening, my sister was already dressed up for the occasion. I got up from the bed in a hurry, went to the loo, did chuchu, freshened up and changed my clothes. Soon the whole family started to the movie hall in my dad's Lamby scooter. I will stand in the front. My sister will sit between my dad and my mother. My dad used to drive the scooter at a top speed of 20 Kmph.

We reached the cinema hall (Muthu theatre in Nagercoil) just in time. As soon as we entered the cinema hall, I was stunned to see the big screen.After we settled down in our seats, the lights went off. I was scared of the dark and I did not expect  the lights to go off. As soon as the lights went off, fear engulfed me.

I did not know that the movie would be scary. I thought it was about some children movie with some friendly dinosaurs. I watched the movie with fear. I was literally screaming when ever the big dinosaur made his appearance on the screen. In one scene the Dinosaur would literally gobble a man sitting in a western commode. That incident has left a scar in my life. Even today I am scared of sitting in the western commode. I always finish my biological export in a jiffy. When I constipate, horror thoughts fill my mind.

Another scene from the movie that made me jump out of my seat and fall on the ground involved a dinosaur jumping and almost biting off a small boy's leg in that movie. When I saw that scene, I literally pulled my leg up and lost balance only to fall from the seat. My sister literally laughed out loud. When my dad picked me up from the floor and put me back on the seat, I realized that the dampness in my shorts was because I had peed in my shorts. I still do not know till date how my urine tank burst.

That night after the movie was over, I did not utter a single word. I came back home and plunged into my bed and slept off. I resumed to bed wet for some more time because of Jurassic Park.

- Chronicwriter

If you want to read my first experience series, click the following links

1) http://www.chronicwriter.com/2014/04/634-my-first-shaving-experience.html

2) http://www.chronicwriter.com/2010/05/409-i-have-never-puked-this-is-first.html

3) http://www.chronicwriter.com/2014/11/688-my-first-college-bunking-experience.html



Jan 13, 2016

774. I love to sleep with...

This is the most difficult thing for me to do. I belong to the breed of human race that plays kabbadi with the snooze button in the alarm clock for one hour every morning. As a matter of fact nothing can wake me up once I doze off. The only way of me waking up from sleep is when my brain and my rear end agrees for a bilateral agreement. 

When I was a child I had the habit of bed wetting. I used to bed wet till I was 10. Please don't ask me if it was 10 years or class 10. I won't answer that question. When I was a bed wetter, the moment I power my bed sheets with liquid proteins, my brain would give me the  "Get up signal" to me. But after I stopped bed wetting, that only way of waking me up died. May be I should continue to wet my bed.

My daughter sleeps with me and she takes after me when it comes to bed wetting. My parents still doubt me thinking I have not yet stopped the habit of bed wetting. But, they may be true. Who knows?

When I was a little boy, my dad used different torture methods to wake me up. I am a person who never uses the ceiling fan while sleeping. Yes! I will sweat and sweat and still not use ceiling fans. I can survive in the hottest places on earth. But they say like poles repel each other. Hence I stay away from Hot places. 

My dad will switch on the fan. I will immediately cover my head with the bed sheet and sleep. Then he will increase his torture mode and will sprinkle water on my face. I will wipe that water with the same bedsheet and still carry on with my dreams. He will then resort to some cheap tactics which involves pain. They say there is no gain without pain. He will call my mom and once she comes into the picture, the pain levels will increase multi-fold. She will be accompanied by some coconut sticks. If you have got beatings by coconut sticks, you would understand my agony. As I can't bear pain, I will wake up and head straight to the loo.

Once I am inside the loo (Bathroom+ toilet), I will open the tap and allow the bucket to get filled. Then I will put another bucket upside down, sit on it and rest my head on the corner of the room and start dozing off again. My mom will wait outside the bathroom for ten minutes. She would know that I would have dozed off. Then she would bang the door and say, if you do not come out of the bathroom now, I won't allow you to see Shakthimaan. 

Keeping me away from Shakthimaan was equivalent to capital punishment according to me. The next moment I would be outside. Then I would eventually get ready and head to school. Years have rolled by. Almost the same process follows. Dad and mom are now replaced by my daughter and wife who know how to wake me up and pack me to work.

There is a tamil saying which goes on like this -" Thoonguravana ezhupidalaam; thoongura maadhiri nadikiravana ezhuppa mudiyadhu" which means you can wake a person who sleeps; but not one who acts as though he is sleeping. This quote does not apply to me. Because I sincerely love to sleep and I am proud to say this.

OK. Good night.

-Chronicwriter

Jan 4, 2016

773. Bragadeesh Prasanna - The Tirunelveli inspiration

When I am down and sad, I often visit Quora and read some of the most inspirational real life stories. Then I would watch some youtube videos on inspirational people. That would give me my dose of inspiration which I would eventually pass it on to my friends in the form of advice and philosophical quotes through Facebook status messages.

As I begin this year 2016, I decided to write an inspirational story about a guy I know for the last 11 years. His life story will be an inspiration for everyone who reads this blog post.

I first met him in a social networking site called Hi5. I was doing my first year MBA in Cochin. It was the year 2005. For those who do not know what Hi5 is, let me tell you that Hi5 is the grand father of Facebook. Hi5 begat Orkut which inturn begat Facebook.

My conversations with Prasanna were restricted within a public chat group called "Chennai Tamil Teens". We were an online gang - Mike, Guru, Bala, Sinduja, Prasanna, Maddy and I. We would discuss about sports, movies and about love.

Prasanna was studying first year BSc in a college in Tirunelveli. He would find it difficult to string one sentence in English. Hence he would be the listener when we all conversed. Once I asked him to tell more about himself. He said that he worked in a hotel as a server to earn money for his studies. He also told that he earns Rs 20 every day.

Oh! A man who was earning to pay fees for his own studies! That was the first impression I had about him.

Then one day in 2005, he told our online gang that he has joined a net cafe as a net cafe in charge so that he canuse the internet cafe to  chat with us all in addition to earning Rs 75 per day. That was also the year when Chetan Bhagath entered the Indian market with his books. Prasanna would ask us to suggest him some novels so that he could improve his English. We suggested him to read some of Dab Brown's works and Sidney Sheldon's books

Here was a person who was learning to speak in English and was showing great signs of improvement in our discussions. Soon, he started typing sentences in English. Prior to that, he would type all his sentences in Tamil

Then one day in 2006, I invited him to come to my house. It was the year 2006. It was the first time in my life, I was inviting an online friend to my house. I stayed at my parents' house in Nagercoil. Prasanna travelled all the way from Tirunelveli to Nagercoil ( 2 hours bus journey) and reached Nagercoil bus stand. I picked him up from the bus stand. We went to Kanyakumari and this was the first picture I clicked of this guy.


After his first visit to Nagercoil, his visits to Nagercoil became frequent. When ever I landed in Nagercoil from Cochin, he would visit us. He loved the biriyani that my mother makes. This picture was taken at Maruthuva Malai (The southern most mountain in India)


Then, one day in our public chat, he asked us what he should do to improve his English. Sinduja told him to come to Chennai and start working in Chennai. 

Without a second thought, he just came to Chennai and got a job for Rs 2161/- per month. It was the year 2007. 

During that time I was working in Trivandrum and when I came to Chennai in 2008, I met him again and I was pleasantly surprised to see him speak in English. Yes! There were lot of grammatical mistakes in his sentences. But who cares! He was at least making an effort. His economic condition and his struggle were never his deterrents. I was seeing a man coming up in life with his own efforts. 

Later in the year 2008, I moved to Singapore and I only returned in 2011. By then, Prasanna had made huge strides in life. He started working in a BPO, was earning a decent salary and also was my neighbour in Chennai. We would spend every evening together in Chennai. We would sit in my house balcony and talk about our childhood days. Though he had settled down in Chennai, he was in deed a Tirunelveli kaaran. 

2011 was the year I got married. Just before I got married, Prasanna was the same guy who egged me on to be disciplined in life. He was there with me when I got married.


He is also a blogger. His blog in Tamil is a very interesting one. Read it here [link]. He pulled his parents to Chennai and the whole family shifted from Tirunelveli to Chennai. One day he called me on my phone and told " Chriz! come with me to the bike show room. I am planning to buy a bike". We went to the show room. I selected the bike color for him. We booked the bike and came back. Buying a bike is no big deal these days. But the manner in which he bought the bike still gives me goosebumps. For those who sit and cry for little losses in life, there is this guy who grew up, crossing all stumbling blocks, carving a career for himself, and building his own dream.

In the year, 2014, he called me up and said "Chriz, I have got an offer to head the operations of a BPO".  I was happy for him. As I started thinking of the Prasanna I first met in 2005, I could not think of any one else who has grown in life without anyone to back him up. 

Today he is a blogger [link ], a man who is about to publish his first novel and also a successful corporate leader. When people see him with his electronic gadgets, they may not see the hard work that has gone behind the scenes. Everything that guy has in his life (Be his iPhone or the house he is constructing in Chennai or his big gang of friends) is solely because of the bloody hard work that he has invested in his life.

If Some one asks  me " Does Hardwork pay?", my answer would be "Bragadeesh Prasanna".

-Chronicwriter