Story of a lost journalist

June 11, 2008

A function, a speech, a walk

Filed under: Just talking — Cris @ 19:16

What a sweaty day! Back to one of my own everyday jottings.

So with the customary start – Today’s trip was to Press Club, Trivandrum. Enter Ms CC at the wrong place. She ponders over a few brilliant minutes before someone tells her it’s the wrong place. Enter Ms CC again, this time at the right place. Oh yes, the place was covered with police. Education Minister was inside. So was Sugatha Kumari. So were a lot of other people – which meant no seats. Ms CC, dejectedly took to standing. The first few minutes as in the first few minutes to any place packed with humans, was spent in getting conscious of their presence, trying to be non-existent among the crowd.

The few minutes gives away and enter Ms SK to the speech arena. Ahh this is what Ms CC wanted to hear. She only knew 3 names here. Rubin D’cruz, who accidentally got acquainted with CC (rumour has it he still haven’t forgiven the mutual friend who created the accident) and sent an invitation to the now-almost-non-existant CC, the Minister – one of the few she recognized by sight so much was her political know-how, and Ms SK. Ms SK came over and above CC’s expectations. She proved a wonderful orator. For only really wonderful orators had it in them to hold the attention of the ever wandering mind of Ms CC. Ms SK, spoke simple words, touching stories, with strong appeal on every one of them.

At the end of this speech, CC’s acquaintance number-2, the politics person, was going out. CC planned to merge with the go-outers. But CC seeing an empty seat near an air conditioner on this hot hot day and somehow feeling SK watching her every movement from 10 meters away (of course SK had nothing better to do than follow every move of a strange girl who comes to an award function after all the awards were given away!). Not wanting to enter into a hot background or diminish the imaginary vision of herself in SK’s eyes, CC sits.

Next came a poet, CC never heard of. But amazingly CC found another great orator in him. He didn’t start great, he stuttered over Ms SK’s name a couple of times. Quite connectable; Ms CC would have stuttered over “hello” and stopped dead if she were in his place. However, the stutterer catches up and makes a lovely speech followed by a recital of his poem. When it started, CC felt oh-oh and a need to hide herself for his sake, but from line 2 it took off admirably. It was the kind of poem that took you to an entirely different world, to an entirely different time. It was soothing, it was depressing – just the way poems should be sung, in CC’s invaluable opinion.

Finally another awardee recommended Gerald Durrell’s “My family and other animals” many times and the honorable CC decided to get her honorable hands on that book. Another awardee who reproached of being always the last one everywhere, apparently in a humorous manner ended his speech in 2 lines. CC always liked these 2-line speech makers. Compact, that’s what they were. The speeches, not the speech makers.

That done, and a teacher saying thank-you, CC jumped up 10 feet (obvious exaggeration – the author for some reason thinks its funny to lift her narrator 10 ft up but then so did many authors prior to her. It was one of those traditional humor rules. You wrote humor, you make them jump, all of them). Oh the reason for this abrupt 10-feet jump was CC’s cell phone ringing. Ringing cell phones were not an unusual scenario. Every 5 minutes, it happened and was died down in the midst of all the camera clicks. CC however steps out, noticing the post-6 positioning of her watch dials. Ok time to go home. She decides to walk. And what a lovely walk it was – not really, it was too darn hot. Not tiring, but hot. And a major pain in walking is crossing busy roads – not one of those vehicles would so much as slow down to let the poor sweaty hour-long-waiting pedestrians to take a few steps forward. “Booom”, “Baaam”, “Klooone”, they came in all forms, horns did to make you jump another 20 feet high before taking a step forward. This being open air, you had the provision to double your high-jump feats.

Well that’s it, a sweaty CC reached her home and half an hour later she is still just as sweaty. It is a cruel hot world people, cause it is cruel and it is hot, that’s what – this the very words of Ms CC. Oh that would be me.

Pasting here a very, very, very futile attempt by CC to take a snap of Ms SK in action

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(If you look closely and under a microscope you can make out the features of a respectable elderly female poet. Trust me on this, that is Ms SK. When it came to photography, us artisitc people, Me and Maniratnam, we stuck to darkness.)



  1. aaha! If i was in your position, i would have left within 5 minutes!! Appreciation (w/e the spelling is!) for your patience! I hate public functions like these! 😦
    btw, what was the function and why you were there?

    Comment by Srijith — June 11, 2008 @ 20:01 | Reply

  2. I have not heard Ms SK speeches. I should try to do it sometime. Good writers have it in them to be good speakers. Only problem is that some decide to convert sentences to gulps instead of voices – special emphasis on the ‘decide’ part 🙂

    Comment by Anoop John — June 11, 2008 @ 20:32 | Reply

  3. You actually did this too? hearing long speeches at press club? well well cris! am sure most ppl would not dare to attend to these happily and voluntarily! you did! kudos!!! 😉

    Comment by sajith — June 11, 2008 @ 21:06 | Reply

  4. You will have to rethink about your 10 ft jumps because of mathematical limitations. Either you have to be a millimeter in height or the room has to be 15 ft in height or you should be able to do belly jumps. I will explain. Most rooms have a ceiling height of around 10ft. So you being a 5 1/2 ft-ish girl can jump a max of 4 1/2 ft before you hit your head on the roof (and possibly hallucinate about a 10ft jump) unless the room is 16ft high in which case you can jump 10 1/2 ft. Oh if I let my imagination run wild and assume the standard that the height of a jump is calculated from the displacement of center of gravities and if you can jump flat from a lying position (henceforth called belly jumps) you can probably do a 9ft jump but for 10ft you have to be only a millimeter tall and proportionately thick.

    Comment by Minking Than — June 11, 2008 @ 22:19 | Reply

  5. ^^^^^ :oO:

    Comment by Srijith — June 11, 2008 @ 23:40 | Reply

  6. @Srijith and Sajith, it was not a big deal so long as I had the choice. I knew I could leave any minute if I was bored, stay otherwise 🙂 So no question of patience here. Or sacrifice for that matter. I remained cause I wanted to
    @Anoop, I understand your refernce to deciding to gulp – I guess I will need to write another blog entry about the helpless process of gulping some people are unable to avoid at times. Gulp!
    @Minking Than!!!! LOL. I will take care not to get carried away by my feet-measurements next time, but on my defence I had suggested an element of obvious exagerration in the entry. And by the way I am 5 and 1/4 feet – I already have a height complex so cant afford to see a 3-inch elevation!
    @Srijith, to your second comment – my exact expression on seeing the comment, though it ended up in LOL. 😀

    Comment by Cris — June 12, 2008 @ 00:04 | Reply

  7. 🙂 Thats what i was saying.. You had the choice of staying there or leaving. And you stayed! If it was me, i would have left!

    Comment by Srijith — June 12, 2008 @ 10:48 | Reply

  8. angane indirectaayittaayaalum njaan kaaranam oru nalla kaaryam nadannu.. nee oru prasangam kettu.. pakshey, athinu pakaramaayi, nee oru blogezhuthy shikshikkumennu karutheella.. hihi..

    nice reading.. btw, did SKindirectly criticize the manthry? she has a nice way of criticising people..

    Comment by deepak — June 12, 2008 @ 22:19 | Reply

  9. @Srijith, mm interests differ I guess. But you might be having a preconceived notion. I too thought it will be boring before I went there.
    @deepak, hehe thanks for that. Well SK did mention about the really insufficient Government aid and the hassles of a Goverment controlled institution at the time they started the Thalir magazine. I don’t know if LDF was in power at that time, so no idea if it offended the minister. He looked pleasant 🙂

    Comment by Cris — June 13, 2008 @ 15:55 | Reply

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