Tomichan Matheikal's blog

Sakhavu (Comrade) is a recent Malayalam movie which tells the story of two Communists in Kerala, one belonging to the older generation while the other is a product of our very own times.   Krishnakumar is a left wing student leader with political ambitions.   He is selfish, cunning and manipulative – like most of our politicians.   He knows how to get out of people what he wants.   The end justifies the means for him.   And the end is nothing but self-aggrandisement.   Even when he is in a hospital to donate blood (which he was forced to do by his party), he is more interested in getting food and fruit juice from the patient’s people than donating blood.   He has no scruples about pocketing the money of another man whom he meets in the hospital and whom he had helped earlier with his political influence.   He fails to understand that the poor man was keeping the money for the medical needs of a hospitalised relative.   The patient who is supposed to receive Krishnakumar’

Welcome Maveli [Image courtesy ] I’m not superstitious, but I’m blatantly certain that this Onam has brought me some humour and its spices as well as condiments.   Bejan Daruwalla tells me that, with Mars shifting into Virgo in the 6 th House and Saturn posited in the 9 th House, I am all poised for great job satisfaction as well as lucrative income.   My stock broker tells me that my Bombay Dyeing and Tata Steel shares are ripe for sale after ditching me for over three years.   My body tells me that my health is pulsating once again. What really inspired me is Bejan Daruwalla telling me that September is the month of Virgin Mary .   So Narendra Modi will be able to “cleanse and purify the Ganga,” says the astrologer.   Within days of the prediction came the appointment of Nitin Gadkari as the Saviour of the Ganga.   I’m sure miracles are awaiting us Indians.   Gadkari has plans not only for cleansing the Ganga but also for linking all the major rivers in the country

The doc looked at me as if to ascertain whether I was an animal.   I had told him my complaint: intermittent fever. The fever plays hide and seek with me.   I wake up in the middle of my sleep feeling the body burning all over.   All sorts of pain shoot through some parts of the body as if to give company to the temperature.   It keeps me turning in bed this way and that for about an hour and then my nightdress is all drenched with perspiration.   Voila! Both the fever and the shooting pains have vanished. "How many times did this happen?" the doc asked. "Four," I said. "Maybe five." "When did it start?" "About two weeks ago," I said. It's then he stared at me.   I understood the meaning of his stare.   So I consoled him, "It's nothing, doctor. Once I got up and changed the drenched night dress, I was back to normal." "Then why did you come today?" "Last night my night