Story of a lost journalist

January 27, 2011

Mr D’s first date

Filed under: humor — Cris @ 23:17

Warning: Most of the post is in Malayalam. The context would be familiar only to Malayalam movie lovers. Apologies, others. (Yea I have got a few million readers :p)

Note: The following is based on a real incident, maybe, with a wee bit of input from my side 😀

Mr D stood in front of the mirror. “Bharye, ninakku sukamano?”

Oops. It is not his first night. It is his first date.

He tried again. “Hahaha mandi penne ninakku sukamano?”

Sure winner if she was Sheela. Maybe, he thought, he should say: “Raju mon ennodu chodichu, uncle…”

He tried variations.

“Welcome to Thironthoram, nice to meet you.” Good ol Jagathy.

“Ishtamanedo, enikkishtamanedo” Modern day lovah boy?

“Ormayundo ee mukham?” Suresh Gopi Zindabad

“Chanduvine ellarum tholpichu.” Hmm maybe, it is not the right occasion.

Two hours of ‘mirror-work’ later Mr D was ready. He would mix Nazir and Mohanlal, add a bit of Jagathy and Sreeni. What if she likes comedy? Hmm maybe some of Jayan, a bit of Prithvi…

He reached his destination. The hotel. He pointed her to a chair. “Shoba…,” he began. He cursed himself for not getting a rosa poo. Expecting a ‘Dineshetta I love you’, he slowly sat down on his chair with his best smile.


The chair broke. Mr D was on the floor, some part of him tangled with the chair. The smile stayed on. Sreeni broke a bed, Mr D, a chair. Not bad.

She watched in horror and said “You dweeb! You have a girl called Shoba and you try to hit on me?!”


Maybe dating at 30 was not the best idea, D thought.

Arranged marriage, here I come. Doctor, enne onnu upadeshikku.

Ennu, Thalathil Mister D.



  1. “I love that you get cold when it is 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here today because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

    Comment by Javed Miandad — January 28, 2011 @ 16:00 | Reply

    • @Javed: When you take a quote, it is practise to mention the source. Thanks for the Harry-met-Sally quote. And Mr D is not you.

      Comment by Cris — January 28, 2011 @ 23:06 | Reply

      • Please don’t accuse me of stealing 🙂 , limitations are there when you are commenting from the phone, kindly understand. And also there is a particular place in which it has been edited to suit my situation. Thanks for mentioning the source. I said, Mr.D suits me, coz there is 3’D’s in my name, and the one line of the story resembles mine without the ‘wee bit of input’ from you.

        Comment by Javed Miandad — January 29, 2011 @ 00:12

  2. aiyo paavam!

    Comment by usha — January 28, 2011 @ 18:48 | Reply

  3. Appo Koothara Ezhuthum ariyam….alle?

    Comment by Anto — January 28, 2011 @ 22:58 | Reply

    • @Anto: I did not mean to write it as “koothara”. Sorry you felt that way. But I take writing very seriously and will never, on purpose, try bad writing.

      Comment by Cris — January 28, 2011 @ 23:08 | Reply

  4. :-)) Nice one. You have managed almost all the golden words!
    “Shobha..” would sound better as “Shobhe..” which is the natural style 😉

    Comment by Soorya — February 9, 2011 @ 09:28 | Reply

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