Non Breaking Space

As I work on the mobile internet space, I’m always on the lookout for new ideas which will help me in designing better mobile experiences. I talk to people about how they use their phone, what all they use it for other than making calls and sms, what all do they expect from a phone etc etc.

When Teju was planning to buy a new phone I had suggested to buy a Nokia E51 (I have one) as I think it comes with all the latest useful features at a less price. But she rejected it outright as she thought it was a very common phone as she saw it with many people. She wanted her phone to be something special although she was not clear about what feature would make it so… a qwerty keyboard perhaps. She looked at many options but the moment she saw the Nokia 5800 XpressMusic, she made up her mind that the special element she was looking for was a cool touch screen. Every other feature came next to that. Once she started using the phone a lot of things surprised me

• She thinks using stylus is cool and refuses to use finger touch. I think she is gonna hate iphone.
• She hates the accelerometer. Has turned it off.
• She wanted to re install Nokia PC Suite on my computer coz she thought the PC Suite CD which came with the phone was cute.
• She wanted to join Facebook coz she wanted to use the Facebook icon that came preloaded with the phone.

All these things completely bowled me over coz these were valuable data which would help me immensly. I decided to ask more girls about their mobile phone preferences and the answers I got were even more interesting.

I like windows mobile more than Nokia coz win mobile allows me to put Calvin and Hobbes animation on the home screen

I bought my Sony Erricson coz I thought the package was super cute

I think some day I will become a mobile anthropologist.

Talking about mobile phones, the other day Tony said

Tony: Oh no I’m fed up with this Obama guy. He has again given me a missed call. I think I will call back when I get home…

Me: (Laughing) But why is he giving you missed calls? Cant he just talk to you?

Tony: (Serious face) Huh????!!! I thought it’s recession in America!!!!

Oh yes i almost forgot…

This post is cross posted on my design blog whitespace

It took quite a long time after the last mallu meet for all of us to meet again at Aranya Bar last week. In between Shreyas got busy with his marriage and there was deadly work pressure on all of us which made us skip many of the dates. But last week as Tony got a short breather from his iPhone app development, we decided that we will make it to Aranya, come what may.

As usual after relishing on all the possible chilli starters (Chicken, Mutton, Fish, Egg and Peanuts) and a couple of rums, whiskeys and breezers we were “fit” enough to swear at all our possible enemies. The most unhappy was Tony even after successfully deploying his very first iPhone app for a leading media conglomerate in the US. We asked him about his problems.

Me: Tony why do look so unhappy? What is your problem?

Tony: Enikku veyya, I’m tired of this iPhone thingy man. I’m going back to Kochi

Shreyas: And do what?

Tony: May be I will work in the paddy fields…

Reji chettan: Very good. And how do expect to make a living out of it?

Tony: Then what? Now a days people are giving me sleepless nights. They think I invented the iphone…

Shreyas: But don’t you think it’s true? You are the only one who has created an iphone app in our company

Tony: No I’m not talking about the app. I’m talking about the phone itself. They behave like I invented it

We all laughed at this

Tony: The other day someone had a problem with the address book on the phone and asked me if I can fix the issue. What the hell?

Laughter once again

Shreyas: Well at this rate that day is not far when saakshaal Steve Jobs will come down to meet Tony to ask his doubts about iPhone’s features and bug fixes

Tony joined the laughter this time. Then he took a quick bottoms up, shook his head vigorously, tossed a spoonful of peanuts into his mouth and asked

By the way, who is this Steve Jobs? Is he a job consultant or something?

The laughter stopped instantly. We really didn’t have an answer for that.

Shot at Bangalore Internatioal Airport using my Nokia E51
Title idea Archana

While pouring almost every sauce on the table on to the bland noodles which we ordered at Aromas of China Teju said

Teju: Happy birthday in advance

Me: Thanks

Teju: So what are you gifting me?

Me: Huh?? Gifting you? I thought the birthday was mine!

Teju: Yeah I know, but let’s have a change this time. You can get me a Louis Vuitton bag.

Me: (Digging deep into the noodles) Yeah definitely

When the lunch got over, along with the bill came the fortune cookies

Teju: Hey see what I got… “Your popularity increases once you express your desires”. I always wanted to be famous. So why don’t you get me a Louis Vuitton bag?

Me: But see what I got… “Forget the entanglement of love, but forget not to practice charity”. So no gifts. I will do some charity instead. What say?

Teju: Right. But don’t you know that charity begins at home? So why don’t you get me a Louis Vuitton bag?

I’m kinda becoming proud of my wife’s sense of humor

Around 90% of my 6th standard classmates in Abu Dhabi, used to wear specs. It was one of my biggest ambitions then to get a pair for myself as I somehow thought that it would make me more handsome. (Oh btw my other ambitions included becoming a bus driver). I used to borrow my friends’ glasses to wear them and make myself happy at least for the time being as it was not something which I could easily force Achan to get.

But that day as usual when I wore my friend Rupesh’s specs and looked around, I felt something different. I looked at the calendar on the wall and the letters seemed clearer than they used be. I took off the glasses and looked again and they became a bit blurred; a difference which I couldn’t figure out earlier. That was the moment I was waiting for all those days. I ran home and told Achan that my eye sight has become poor and I immediately need to get spectacled and he promised me to take me to the doctor that weekend. I got really disappointed at this coz I thought Achan was giving excuses. So after two three days I told him that I’m having difficulty in reading too, which was a lie. Achan took me to the doctor and was found that I’ve a minor short sight. And that’s how I got my first experience of getting a pair of glasses.

In college I was one of the few lucky guys who had a motor bike to go around but my only problem was that I didn’t have sun glasses to sport like others. Once again I used to try out my friends’ sun glasses to pose for photographs etc but I really couldn’t use it as my eye sight had further got deteriorated by then. So having a pair of sun glasses and showing it off to the girls was my biggest ambition then. The then Ottapalam Circle Inspector Mr Pushkaran had a major problem with riders with sun glasses on; he used to catch all of them and fine them left right and center for some reason or the other. There were these hideouts of Pushkaran from where he jumps in front of you all along the road from college to home and hence my friends were afraid to sport their shades while riding. And I used to be happy about it. That didn’t stop me to tell my ambition to Achan once again and he obliged by getting me a brand new pair of Ray Ban aviator glasses, the next time he came down from the Gelf.

I was super excited by the ray ban that I used to wear it all the time when I was at home. I remember me increasing the TV’s brightness to the fullest to everyone else’s dismay, and also wondering if I had lost my eyesight when I went to lock the gate in the dark; I had the ray ban on my eyes all the time. Once I also took the courage to taking Kuttetan for a ride on my bike with the shades on. When I reached the main road I told him

Me: Kutteta just tell me if any vehicles are coming from the opposite side

Kuttetan: WHY?

Me: Otherwise I wont be able to see them until they reach up close

He screamed: STOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPP

Once it got really serious that my bike went into a ditch which I had never noticed till then, from that day I was forced to stop using the Ray Ban altogether.

The next time I dared to buy sunglass was when I got a job and as a part of an image makeover. I also got a pair of contact lenses to use with the sun glasses to be on the safer side. But the new problem was the contact lenses; I never got used to them and my sun glasses outings turned out to be eye sores.

Anyways after 15 years of an unfulfilled ambition to wear sun glasses is now satisfied (phew I would have become a ghost otherwise). I recently got a rose tinted sun glasses which has a power to satisfy my blind instincts. Now I wear them on my walk to work and of course when I drive; it feels so good to dare the bright sun in the morning and of course the style factor (Yeah girls do give second looks at me now); something which I couldn’t experience all these years. I feel young once again as it has given me a new way of looking at the world.

The only attraction of your significant other working for an airline company is the free flight tickets which will encourage you to take those unplanned quick trips you might not have attempted otherwise. You don’t have to worry about booking tickets in advance to get a good deal etc but the catch is that free tickets are always subject to load. i.e. Even if I have a ticket, I will be wait listed till they know if there are any seats available at the last moment. Till then you are really not sure if you would manage to fly. Not at all bad if you are taking the flight out on a less rush day.

Last weekend I had to go to Kerala as my brother had come down. Normally all my trips are well planned and I have never started on the journey without having the return ticket booked. But this time I didn’t have the time to do that so after hopping on to a bus to Kerala, I told my significant other to book a ticket and let me know the PNR and also the passenger load on that day. I reached Kerala and even after sending multiple reminders I didn’t receive the ticket details.

On the night before my return I called up the airline to find out the load and I came to know that there was only one seat available and so there was actually no chances for me to get through. My brother suggested that we would go to the airport and if we didn’t get to fly we would stay in the hotel nearby and take the early morning flight out. Anyways I decided to call my significant other to update her the situation.

Me: Hey did you book the ticket?

Sig. Other: Well not yet. Dont worry will do it.

Me: But boss when? I called the airline and they said they have only one seat available. Did you check the load? If that’s true then I think I will buy the ticket by paying full fare

Sig. Other: Oh Ok. Mmmm uhhh ok do one thing. Can you call me after 10 minutes?

Me: Ya. But tell me what are you going to do? I cant waste more time

Sig. Other: Nothing. I have to go to the loo badly…

I hung up, quietly went online and bought the remaining one ticket for 8000 bucks.

A long time ago we guys had to go all the way to Thrissur, a town 40 kms away from my home to indulge in that once in a month exercise of painting the town red. We used to find an excuse to do it and mine was to give my mobike for service as the nearest authorized Hero Honda service center was in Thrissur. I used to hand pick one of my dearest friends, bunk classes and set off to Thrissur early in the morning so that we could give the bike for service early and then wander here and there, shop, watch movies, eat something really nice at a good restaurant and smoke in the open without worrying about anyone finding out. I never used to miss this monthly “lifetime” opportunity and used to make use of the day to the utmost extent.

My dear friend Amjad used to accompany me on almost all those Thrissur town expeditions as he was well versed with the place’s geography, smarter than me in riding through the city traffic, managed to get tickets for all the new movies, knew all the good restaurants and what to eat etc. But on one particular day, Amjad was fasting as it was the holy month of Ramadan. At lunch time, I didn’t want to let go of the rare opportunity and wanted to hog on something tasty and heavy. Even though I had all respect for Amjad’s situation, I was like “why should I also go through the same thing; as fasting was his own personal choice”.
Poor Amjad had to sit with me through out my heavy non-vegetarian meal without him even able to drink a drop of water. Later that night I couldn’t sleep properly as I felt really bad that I was so insensitive towards him. Even though I didn’t have to join him in the fast, I could have just satisfied my hunger by having something insignificant. I considered my act to be the most terrible thing ever and I promised myself that I would never show such an act of insensitivity to anyone - ever.

This has always been in my head after that day and once I actually shouted at an elderly person who was talking about the tasty chicken biryani he had for lunch in front of someone who was just recovering from a stomach surgery. I was also awed at my friend and his family when they stopped eating non vegetarian completely for the reason that their aunt was not well and couldn’t consume anything solid. I don’t think I would have been able to do that myself.

Today I’m on my month long Sabarimala abstinence and my parents have also decided to join me in refraining from having non-vegetarian food. By god’s grace I’m also able to hold back any kind of craving of sorts. I definitely cant expect everyone near me to go vegetarian for the only reason that I’ve chosen to do so, but when my near and dear talk about having non-vegetarian food, choose to eat it in front of me and then tease me by highlighting its fantastic taste etc. I remember Amjad and I understand how bad he would have felt when I did the same to him years ago. I don’t know if he remembers the incident but whatever it is I’m sorry, Amju and I mean it.

I’m a moru curry (We call it moru ozhichcha koottan) fan but never tried it out myself till some time back. I was in an experimenting mood so asked Amma for the recipe. After hearing it I thought it was little tough for me so I took some inspiration from it and also had a look at the internet and came up with this easy to make bachelor moru curry recipe.

• Wash 6 vendakkas (Okhra/Lady’s finger) and cut them into 2 pieces.
• Grind a cup of grated coconut with a pinch of jeera (cumin) seeds and 3-4 green chillies in a mixer and keep it ready. You should add little water to the mixture to grind it smooth.
• Heat oil in a cheena chatti (I used a non stick deep fry pan) over medium flame and fry vendakka pieces with salt to taste till it looks fried. Be careful not to burn it.
• Add mustard, uluva (fenugreek/methi) seeds, dried red chillies, curry leaves and turmeric powder to it.
• When the seeds start spluttering, add the ground coconut mixture to the pan, pour little water and cook for 5 minutes
• Pour thick butter milk made out of half cup of curd into it and stir for 2 minutes. Don’t over cook as the curd will get spoilt.

Turn the flame off and moru curry is ready to have with rice.

My other chaloo recipe

This pic is doing the rounds in my office mail, sent by an friend enemy of mine with the subject “The most hard working person I know”.

I swear this is not me. I’m crying foul, it’s morphed.

I have never seen my parents displaying their affection for each other in anyway. But their unconditional love was something which was always there in the air which is the concrete base of their amazing relationship. It was this relationship I grew up being a part of and I had almost taken it for granted that that’s how relationships work. Till today I have never hugged by parents or told them how much I love them. I never used to wish them for their birthdays or anniversaries (now I do though) coz we never considered all that as something which would tell us something new.

To an extent I believe that love should be expressed in one form or the other to let each other know that the love they receive is appreciated and it’s also important to give each other their own breathing space. It was something which I learnt over the experiences later on but then I always used to wonder how this logic defied when it comes to my parents. Today when I look back I’m able to see the lighter nuances of their relationship and how they expressed their love in the smallest of ways. Its not always we express our love in its explicit form; what we only need to see are the almost invisible things we do for each other, which can actually do wonders.

Today I understand the importance of having some one make tea for me as soon as I wake up in the morning, the “breakfast ready” call when I get out of the bathroom, keep the door open and wave at me till I go out of sight when I’m off to work, to receive a call or message when I’m at work, to get a hot cup of tea when I’m back home, the long evening walks, the nice dinner, picking up plates, the cuddly sleep, the “I miss you” messages and the “what did you do all day” calls when we are away, the “I will cook your favorite dish today” plans, keeping each other’s pics in our wallets, that small hug from behind when least expected, showing interest in each others’ achievements, finding quality time just to be with each other…

These are often the small wonders we fail or refuse to see and live in that dream world expecting something absolutely “romantic” to happen. All we need to do is to open our eyes so that we don’t miss out those numerous good things happening in our life appreciating which would only make our lives beautiful.