Apple and Watch

A bite from Apple is already taken. Still it’s the most adored and supported brand in the categories it operates.

I just posted what a doctor told my friend about the Apple Watch, that it causes cancer and when worn on left hand would harm the heart.

Many of you ignored my post and the doctor’s observation, some even suggested that my friend should change the doctor. But there was a polite half told message. On probing the blogger suggested that there could be some truth.

Of course, how can we ignore it or brush it aside. Personally I drew strength from the smokers in deciding to continue to wear the watch and read all the analysis.

It’s not only smokers, there are many in the lives of us, the common people, that we are forced to ignore all the threats. For example, we still use the microwave, many continue to live in highly polluted cities etc etc.

Then it struck me this morning and Apple O Apple, what are you doing! You missed a great marketing opportunity.

Think about the expensive pacemaker and the high priced stent, people willingly allow doctors to put them inside and only insurance companies are worried and wonder if the devices were actually required as dictated by doctors.

But we have learned that Apple can keep the doctor away. Apple could have invented something under the Watch to boost health and cure cancer.

My recommendation is the easily changeable strap. Invent a health strap with power to boost health. And a special device to clean and recharge the health boosting strap which could even claim to reverse Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s.

Price the strap and cleaner to the Apple standard. Nobody will complain as the company has allowed the Apple to be bitten for the taste.

Apple and Watch

Book Review. ‘Love.Exe’ by Manju Nambiar.

Manju book

My Bucket List had a book in it and I was not sure as to what and how I should be writing one. Some well-wishers suggested to write a travelogue as I used to travel for work or otherwise.

I was also lucky that I am a member of this blog group and help came up instantaneously. The sum total was the realization that I should be writing from the heart.

Encouraged by the support I decided to start writing and brought up an idea of forming the ‘Book Writers’ Club’ which was joined by a few friends. And I wanted my first few pages to be seen and reviewed by the club members.

I got a real review, ably correcting the plenty of mistakes and telling what should be taken care of from one of the members. She had one book published and here I am talking about her second and lovely book ‘Love.Exe’

If you have downloaded a complicatd software on an unreliable computer with moody internet, you get a picture of how the author unfurls the story. The story progresses like the exact stages in the software download, with the several yes/no, true/false confirmations concluding with the finish button.

That alone would make the book a hit among the tech savvy new generation. Particularly since the background is set on the dream destination for Indians for study and work – the U S A and Ivy League colleges, full scholarships and dream jobs with new gen tech and online companies.

About the Author

Manju Nambiar, originally from Kerala in India, after higher education in USA, now works in a leading frim in San Jose California and lives there with husband and daughter. Her first book ‘The Money Lender’ has been a hit.

The book is available on Amazon

382 pages

My review

The main character is a bright and beautiful girl from an orthodox South Indian family with ambition set on the typical Indian youngster intention of living the American Dream.

Marriage is what the parents think of daughters and that is what the compromise for any dream.

There is a transition from an attempted arranged marriage to love led marriage. Imagine the situation when the parties involved are the same in both the scenarios.

As a reader, I have a weakness of getting attached to the lead character. That is not the problem. The problem is that whoever is a villain to the good character (mostly heroine) has a red mark on him from me. And when the author cleverly brings the two close to where they work, I am not happy to see the villain making any gains on the heroine.

But I am unique. Almost all the others love the twist and are fascinated by the details of a real Indian experience in the campus and workplace in USA, especially when the love dominates the details. The book is a complete success in meticulously detailing every steps in the life of Indian Americans living the American Dream in the University and work office.

That’s when, though I wouldn’t like the villain coming anywhere near my heroine, all except me will be thrilled at the way the two get closer and closer and closer.

That makes a reader to get hooked on the book. That is everybody, young, old and even me.

Great romantic book and highly recommended.


Book Review. ‘Love.Exe’ by Manju Nambiar.

I’ve Voted! Hail The Right To Choose.

Voting for your desired representative in the election is a pleasure and a duty. I have fulfilled the duty and happily voted for the candidate who I think is the most suited to represent.

If another candidate wins, it’s just that the majority have preferred him. That’s democracy and in extreme terms ‘dictatorship of the proletariat’.

As an Indian, I have the unique distinction of voting in elections of two countries. This is enough for being accused as holding two passports which is a ‘no’ in Indian citizenship.

As such, if I stand for elections and when the nomination papers are scrutinised, opponents can allege that I hold dual citizenship and hence to reject my nomination papers!

The other country where I voted was for British Parliament. A citizen of a British Commonwealth Country, and legally resident in UK is eligible to vote in British elections. India is part of commonwealth and I was legally resident when I was working for Standard Chartered Bank in London.

Three cheers to democracy and free elections.

I’ve Voted! Hail The Right To Choose.

Why There’s A Crowd On Holy Week And Christmas

We are increasingly taking a look back at traditions and rituals in this modern world. I have always been wondering why churches are overflowing during the special times such as Christmas and the Holy Week, particularly in Kerala. And perhaps this is the answer.

Churches in Kerala literally enact biblical events during these special days. Done mostly through the midnight, the congregation is so full that I sometimes wonder where these people are during a regular Sunday mass.

This Holy Week, probably gave me the answer. Aided by beautiful singing and dramatic recreation of the 2000 years old events, using modern visual effects, the celebrations are a treat to the ears and eyes and even to the soul.

Starting with the Maundy Thursday to Good Friday through to Easter, we acted in the events leading to Christ’s Crucifixion and Resurrection.

What if it took two and half hours on Thursday, a same amount of time on Friday and well over three and half hours on Sunday, we got to watch the tradition including a fantastic visual display of the huge tombstone sliding open and the resurrection accompanied with lightning, thunder and strong breeze.

Truly amazing.

Why There’s A Crowd On Holy Week And Christmas

INRI Appam

Maundy Thursday is remembered by Christians world over for the last super before the crucifixion. The bread and wine shared by Jesus with his disciples as body and blood is the basis of the Holy Sacrament.

Malayalees, including me, observe this on the Maundy Thursday dinner time, when the head of the family cut a special appam called INRI Appam and a juice like preparation called Paal and distribute among the family members.

INRI is the inscription on the Holy Cross as an abbreviation suggested by Pontius Pilate. The appam is pronounced in Malayalam as ‘Indry’ and it was only recently that I realised that it’s from INRI.

Sunu, my wife used to make them for all the past years and this year (yesterday) I volunteered. It turned out well, except that the kitchen was a real mess.

While making, I was thinking of the tradition and how Keralaits evolved this variation which now is made on the exact consistency and taste by Malayalees the world over.

By the way, we place a cross made from the palm leaf we receive from church on Palm Sunday. The one I have on the appam is from the Catholic Church in Gold Coast, Australia where we went on Palm Sunday. The tradition has to be followed!

The most common bread for the Malayalee is appam, a rice powder based preparation. Even the Malayalam translation of the Bible has bread mentioned as Appam.

But appam is fermented. Also wine for a Malayalee is alcohol and it’s fermented. Then how can we have fermented appam and alcoholic wine for a sacred remembrance!

Here I can see the influence of women in Kerala and the result is the INRI appam or the pesaha appam and a wine looking preparation of jaggery and coconut milk, named paal which is milk and not wine.

The combination is unique and of excellent taste.


INRI Appam

Holiday Travel

We just returned from a holiday in Australia and had a fabulous time there.

While there are many memorable experiences including the fact that I put on only a pound, in spite of breaking a 16.8 Intermittent Fasting schedule with sumptuous full meal three usual times throughout the 11 day travel, I am inclined to write first on the air travel experience.

Actually this is a suggestion for the airlines to look at the holiday category of passengers, slightly differently.

Airlines are good at pampering business travellers with discounts and offers to the company and miles for passengers. All good for business travel and the company even get to expense out the fare for tax purposes.

Holiday travellers are a big segment who spend the money from personal savings. The airlines would get increased business with some attractive offers to this segment, and they can do it during the lean business travel periods, which I am sure there are.

Upper class travel is comfortable, but seats are priced too high for a holiday traveller. Occasional meaningful discounts for the otherwise vacant seats would get the holidayer to put in some extra.

And for the economy, the practice is to offer fully stripped, no-frills seats at discount. That’s okay as long as minimal comforts are retained.

But in practice, some airlines tend to employ those aircrafts with seats just wide enough for a normal sized person and with limited legroom, thus accommodating maximum number of passengers who buy tickets, lured by a 25% discount or so on base price.

Such a cramped experience can spoil an otherwise fabulous holiday and the passengers tend to make a mental note to never travel again on such aircrafts.

Just a small reminder, in case this aspect is overlooked by airline marketeers.

Holiday Travel

Swimming With Barracudas

I was snorkeling around Green Island off Cairns in Queensland, Australia and didn’t find much of corals near the island.

I do think much of my swimming prowess and went a little more deeper into the ocean than others and came across a school of over 100 of 12 inches long striped fish.

And I followed them. Instead of running away, they started coming back close on my side allowing me to follow them for a good portion of my nearly two hours of snorkel.

It was priceless as otherwise i had only some dead corals and occasional coloured fish.

On return, I googled for 12 inch long school of striped fish in Tasman sea and came across this picture. Oh Boy, I am thrilled. I was swimming with barracudas.

Barracudas are dangerous fish, growing into monstrous size and probably trained their youngsters to move in groups and nearer to shore for safety.

There was only one thing to be sorted out. They were not as shiny as the ones I got from google. Reading on I got the answer. Young barracudas can change colour to suit environment for camouflage. Yes I was swimming with barracudas.

Barracudas are scavengers. Thankfully they didn’t have food in mind when they followed me. They mistake snorkelers as predators and follow to eat the remains of the kill, like the striped hyena.

Most amazing and memorable experience and I returned triumphantly

Swimming With Barracudas

Book Blitz ‘The Tracker’ by Leslie Georgeson’

I am doing a Book Blitz on Leslie Georgeson’s book ‘The Tracker’ thanks to Shalini and her Digital Reads Blog Tour.


I’m a trained killer. An expert tracker.

I’ve done despicable things. My soul is damaged. My body impaired. That’s what happens when you are a soldier for The Company. I was discharged a year ago. Now I am a dreg. Worthless. With a bounty on my head. I’ve become a creature of the night, hiding in an underground maze during the day. Because I’m not ready to die yet.

She comes to me one night, needing my help to find her sister. The moment I see her, I want her. Her goodness calls to me, makes me yearn for the impossible. She brings life back to the deadness inside me. I’m no good for her. I will do nothing but corrupt her. But I’m a callous bastard. I can’t resist her.

I try not to care for her, but somehow she slips under my skin. She makes me weak. And there is only one thing in this world I am afraid of. Weakness.

I’ll never be good enough for her, so I have to finish this job and send her on her way.

Before she destroys me.


“Where are we? Why am I here? My head’s a little fuzzy.”

Gordon nodded. “It’s the drugs they gave you. You’ll get used to it eventually. Before long, you won’t even remember your own name. They’ll give you a new one, depending on your skills. That is, if you survive long enough to learn some skills.”

Liam’s heart pounded harder. That didn’t make sense. The last thing he remembered was…he searched hard for a memory of some kind, but only came up blank. He couldn’t remember anything except his name, and that had barely come to him. He clung to that memory, not wanting to forget his name.

Liam. My name’s Liam. Don’t forget it. Don’t forget.

My name is Liam. Liam.

I’m Liam.

Liam who?

No last name came forward. No middle name. Just Liam.

It would have to be good enough.


How old am I?

He glanced down at himself. Faded jeans. Black hoodie. Converse sneakers. Wiry build.  Not as old as Gordon.  

He stared blankly at the big, redheaded kid.

How old am I?


He glanced back down at himself.

Yeah. I’m twelve. I think.

Panic gripped him again. He couldn’t be sure. What was going on? Why couldn’t he remember anything?

Gordon’s words finally sank home: It’s the drugs they gave you.

Liam’s heart rate kicked up even more, galloping in place like a tethered thoroughbred. Drugs? Who were they? What had they done to him? He shouldn’t be here. He should be home with…who? His family? Did he even have a family?

His head hurt, a fierce pounding that made him want to scream in agony. He clutched his head in his hands and groaned softly. “Why am I here? Why? I don’t understand.”

Gordon shrugged. “Why are any of us here? Because we’re expendable. I just hope you last longer than my last roommate did.”

Liam snapped his head up, the headache screeching to a sudden halt. “What happened to your last roommate?”

Gordon eyed him with a seriousness that made Liam flinch. “He didn’t survive the first round of tests.”

Tests? What tests? What was this guy talking about?  

“This is freaking me out.” Liam jumped up from the bed. He paced across the cell to the bars. Staring out into the corridor, he shouted, “Help! Let me out of here! There’s been a mistake!”

A big hand gripped his shoulder. “Won’t do you any good, Liam. You can scream and cry until you’re hoarse. They won’t free you. You’re not a human being anymore. You’re a test subject. A lab rat.”

Liam spun his head around, his gaze locking on Gordon’s. “What do you mean? Who are they?”

Gordon sighed. “They are The Company. They own us now. From this point forward, you just need to concentrate on staying alive, because you can’t run, and you can’t hide. You’ll never escape.”

He gave Liam a sympathetic pat on the back and turned away.

“Welcome to hell, roomie.”


Leslie Georgeson is the author of the standalone mystery/drama NO SON OF MINE, the UNLIKELY HEROES romantic suspense series, the paranormal/sci-fi romance series UNDERNEATH, and the newly released THE DREGS, a military romantic suspense series. 

Leslie lives with her husband and daughter on a quiet country acreage in Idaho. She is currently working on The Extractor, the seventh book in The Dregs series, and anticipates an August 1, 2019 release. 


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Book Blitz ‘The Tracker’ by Leslie Georgeson’

It’s Impressive Mate! Good in Australia!

When you are a cricket lover and not an Australian, you tend to wish anyone playing against Australia to win in cricket.

May be that you are intimidated by the skills of the great Aussie players, or with the other specialisation in something called ‘sledging’ that has caused this peculiar behaviour among other fans.

As such, I took this Australia tour like any other and was looking forward to such an outcome.

But there are already a few things which I would say quite brilliant.

The trains in Sydney are a pleasure to travel in. There are three levels of seating with seats resembling the British Rail.

In UK, there are seats facing both directions and some middle ones with a table in front of two sets of three seaters facing each other.

It’s all good when six good friends sit on both sides. But not so good when there are strangers jostling for table space.

It doesn’t happen in Sydney. The seating system is flexible with backrest cushioned on both sides. And you can move the seats to face in the forward direction. Or two rows facing each other when six friends get in. Of course the table space is not in the plan.

Quite a brilliant idea.

And then the travel card Opal! I used the card on the train and on two ferries on Sunday. The exit taps from Ferry showed the same balance with a message ‘Happy?’.

Apparently Ferry is free on weekends. And if you want to write about the waterway and huge Ferry, you need another book.

Something impressive. And I am sure there are more surprises awaiting me.

I am impressed mate!

It’s Impressive Mate! Good in Australia!