Back Here After a Short Break.....

All this while I was simply yearning to blog, but was stuck up with work in office. But today I am kinda free. More than that I am going home for Christmas and New Year today, pretty long, elongated leave after a tedious break. It feels good, really great. In great spirits since yesterday, not even slept properly last night due to the mounting excitement. Was just talking to a friend on the phone sometime back. I described to her something that happened yesterday at a busy Marry Brown eatout near our place. She told me that would be interesting stuff to go into the blog. So I decided to put it up here. Well, I was getting late for home yesterday and there was no way I could even think of cooking at that hour of the day. So I decided to get something parcelled from the nearby Marry Brown eatout and I pulled in there. I made my order and got into my favourite pastime of all times, watching the other people in the restaurant. That actually makes the best pastime, believe me. Human beings are a really amusing lot and monitoring their activities, a rather primitive skill. There were very few people there yesterday, so that made my task of the hour even more effortless. The hotspot which puts my skills to real test is the Eliots beach in Besant Nagar. Man, it is tough to concentrate on any single group there because everyone has something really interesting and innovative to showcase. Coming back to our topic, there were just two groups in our present place of interest. There was a family, a rather huge one, celebrating a baby's birthday and then there was this couple, young, maybe out of college before a few number of years, looked like it. All of a sudden I saw this young gal from among the couple get up and go to the family. The family were busy taking snaps of each other, posing for pics. Now the couple gal seemed wanting to interrupt the fun now, maybe to make way for more fun. She was shivering in her legs, stood at a corner of the family table and started speaking. Looked to me as if she was there to participate in an action song competition and the family were her judges. As I watched intently, I tried to read her lips and made out what they uttered. They said," Sorry for the disturbance, but please excuse me. Could I please talk to him?". And saying this she pointed to a family member. He blushed, obviously looked embarrassed and went up to our couple gal. The gal's right foot worked like a compass and she got into the geometrical mode of constructing arcs. She smiled, hesitated and then told our family member, "You look very handsome". Now the poor family member looked so dumbfoundered. Maybe he was wondering whether that was a signal to go on cloud nine or blush to pink, red, wine red. The curtain was down when the couple boy, the director of the entire play, signalled our geometry professors to advance in his direction. He was being introduced to our family member and the family member at last seemed to heave a sigh fo relief. That was part of a "Do or Dare " task..........silly couple.......Now that was obviously a couple who still carry a college hang over. And the family member went back to his family, all safe, secure, unharmed and all was back to normal once again. Hope that family or that couple has no bad habits of going through blogs, or atleast by no chance come across this poor girl's blog, or I will be done for. Still, I cannot restrict myself from making some comments in my mother tongue here.... " Kaalam poya oru poke.....ennalum ithu vallathoru pokayi poi....". Enteeswara thanks for all the entertainment provided in the hours of solitude. You are simply impossible cool dude.

The Endangered Innocence

Which was the flower that bloomed in the day,
that the night had to spread its expanse of dark wings,
to conceal the beautiful creature ,
from the clutches of that rummaging lad.
Please give it a safe sojourn where,
no thorn will rip through its soft, smoothened petals.
No flower was ever more pretty than her,
Her innocence subdues all evil that stands,
She never did hesitate to spread that radiant smile,
which soothes all truth on Earth, which binds one and all.
Still the abstruse calculations of that lad,
spares not even a petal of the comely thing.
He suffocates the little thing,
even before it starts to fade and wither,
and the pretentious onlookers,
break into vainglorious tears.
But the conscientious night never overlooks her duty,
She comes in time to guard the pretty thing,
To scare away her pursuers far and away.
If not for the night,
no flower would have ever dared to bloom,
and innocence would have been
a word totally unheard of in our world.

The Moon n Star Smiley on Dec 1st

This Monday or rather, on 1st December of 2008, a rare but indeed beautiful phenomenon happened in the nightsky.It was simply awesome. Two planets of our vast Solar System had escorted our comely satellite to shone his everlasting, handsome, naughty smile on the occupants of his centre of interest, our very own Earth. Actually I was on my way back from office and was walking with a friend. I almost missed the rare stuff, but she suggested that the whole formation looked like a smiley. Yeah, not very bad imagination, I commented. Soon after that I received an SMS from a friend describing the beautiful smiley in the sky. Only then did I come to know that it was actually two planets from our Solar System that were giving the moon company that night. Thanks to this friend's Mom for she was the one who told him this. Those two planets were the Venus, the "Evil Twin" of our Earth and the Jupiter, the largest planet in our system. Now that was actually amazing. It sounded kinda even more relevant at that time because our country was actually going through a very bad phase. The terror attack in Mumbai had shaken the whole country head over heels. All peace, people and administration had gone helter-skelter. Conditions were just easing and the smiley in the sky seemed to convey heartfelt condolences on behalf of one and all in the Universe. If life on earth deteriorates at this rate, our poor planets and the Moon will have time only to stay still as smileys in their orbits. There would be no need for them to revolve or rotate for the rest of their life span in this Universe. Life on earth is actually losing its value day by day. If people valued the short life offered to them, terrorism would have never happened, people would have died only natural deaths, the markets would have never fluctuated, our politians would have been good leaders, all families would have been happy families, every man would have been a well-to-do man,every child would have grown up a gentleman or a lady, and every flower would have only wilted and never been plucked. But the reality is before us and that is what we are into and in here to face. Of late the stark reality has been striking quite too often, that every single living thing on Earth is getting used to it. Soon after the terror strikes in Mumbai, all life got back to normal. The people are used to all this now, that there is no more need of any convalescing period.It has almost become a part of the chores.Every single person born on this earth, once he is sensible enough to think, knows that he can die the worst death ever, any time, and for no reason whatsoever. So many innocent people get slaughtered day in and day out and it seems like it is beyond any control now. It should have been nipped in the bud. But when there is enough fuel being poured into the fire, it will only get more and more arduous to douse the flames. Hope some day something might just happen which will stop all this tort and injustice happening around us. Or will the Big Bang test have to actually gain its plenary power and cause our planet to start from its primordium all over again? There is a reason for all or anything that happens. Lets hope for the best and meanwhile keep our fingers crossed.

The Sea........

The sea,
thou hath no time to stay,
thou brush past ye shores,
to thy beholder's delight...
Thou spread sweet felicity,
ye mirth pricks mine conscience,
thoughts flow faster
than thy waves expeditious.
Thou reinforce the truth of life,
thy existence baffles the hidden lies.
The sun in thy lap at sunset,
is so unlike the fire that,
glowed ere it was doused by
thee waters nonchalant.
So are thee virgin spirit,
gorgeous of all,
thee mighty vastness spans
all continents one and all,
thy beauty spares no romantic soul.
Thy serenity prognosticates
the obscure future,
thee silence predicts
impending thunderous storms.
Thy silence is contagious ,
absorbs minds completely
withal its qualms and tautness.
Thou serene beauty,
spread only thee mirth all along...
show off thy ravishing beauty in the day,
and thy invincibility by the night........

Miles To Go Before I Sleep.............

GIVE me a golden keyboard, and let me lean, on heaped up docs, and start to pen once again. I guess I have made blogging a habit too strong to part with. So here I am again. This time what has caught my fancy is life itself, not completely, but still it's that. The other day I was just wondering why people whine when they get entangled in the obstacles of life. Well, the reason for this outburst of thoughts was me, myself. At times tension mounts like anything, but once it all subsides and I start to think back, I realize that it was all simply not required. It is mostly so, not exactly, it is always so. For the last team meeting there was this teammate, so tensed, speculating interaction with the Project Manager. At such moments it feels better to have a cool head above the shoulders, no doubt. There is this another teammate who is so much at ease, even on being chided, this guy keeps his cool, smiles as if it is not him at all who is being spoken to. But the best thing is that he always has good presence of mind .Meanwhile, tension overshadows the mind so heavily, it even annihilates good consciousness. I keep complaining to my Dad over small, petty things every now and then. I complain about the injustice that is happening in office, the way our landlord behaves and I go on and on and on. He listens to it all and then calmly replies,"Life poses obstacles so that you learn from them, imbibe more values and ideals from them all.One obsatcle should never impede your progress twice. It should happen only once and that is ur chance to learn how to kill it or get over it trimphantly. Unnecessary tension will get you nowhere in life. It will only get you hooked up with your troubles and you end up totally baffled by the world of mysteries.Do not contemplate troubles and waste your precious time . Face them when they actually happen. Speculation on such matters never ever helps." Now that is exactly what he tells me when I lose my path at times. But still I slip and he has to repeat the same words to solace my ever disturbed, restless soul . Now I think twice before letting the tension to even sprout. I will have to go a long way before I actually become proficient at this skill, but I atleast remember to try and it actually allays my grief to a great extent. Guess I did somewhat stray away from the topic which I was planning to write about. This is what writing does to me. I decide to write, something comes to mind randomly and then I lose track somewhere on my way. I was planning to tell you about how easy life seems at times, but ends up all confusing on taking a closer glance. It is unquestionably true that everything seems facile at a single glance. When I joined school I never knew whether it was going to be tough or effortless. I was too innocent then to have known such details and I got accustomed to my school, the life, the ways, the rules , the regulations and I was more or less poised in my being. Then came college. I was expecting it to be easygoing compared to school. But there it was, all different. Since I did the whole of my schooling in the same school, getting replaced from there was like being totally uprooted and that was something I simply could not bear.I kept clinging to my sweet memories of school life, for a long while, found it tough to adjust in college and by the time I realized my folly, it was all over. My college life ended up there. I did not want to repeat the mistake, but still I hesitated to free myself in office. In the beginning it was only complains, so many everyday, that I myself got exhausted of them. After being with a whole lot of good friends at the office training batch, it was tough to be left alone in a complete strange team with a whole new set of people. Even to share a light moment with, I had no company at that juncture. I complained because I was yearning to converse with someone in my mother tongue, talk freely, laugh effortlessly. But with time I learnt to appease my loneliness and mingled with my strange group of teammates. I still cannot talk to them freely, but I certainly feel much better than before. Then about the stay in Chennai.Our first place of stay in Chennai was a hostel. It was tough. We were even denied our advance amounts while leaving the place. When we found a new place to stay, we were relieved because this was a paying guest facility. But once again our lives were seething with problems.Life is tough. It actually sucks. But we have to adjust and this realization has dawned upon us finally. We have learnt to smile in times of adversities and chaos, become a thousand times more patient, learnt to smile through tough times and through sick,nerve-racking conversations, situations. The sight of any acquaintance or a friend makes me overjoyed beyond all limits these days. Now I realize values, relations much better.I feel I have grown closer to my near and dear ones because of what life has done to me. It has been just 23 years since I first ope my eyes, but life has already taught me lots. I am waiting to know more from life. I am yearning to learn like an enthusiastic toddler. Meanwhile I am still scared of what I will be taken through.Guess this life will not suffice to answer the scores of questions that are left to be prodded into. But still I can try. Like Robert Frost wrote in his poetry, "The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. "

Hilarious Lunch???

You must be wondering what a hilarious lunch is.....Well read on. I will describe by and by. Last Saturday we happened to drop in at one of our most frequented eatouts, Nalukettu, for lunch. The waiter came along, opened his writing pad and started taking the order as usual. We ordered two kerala meals and a chicken biriyani. All went fine until we ordered kozhi varutharachath for side dish. All hell broke loose.Ask me why? As soon as we ordered the chicken dish afore mentioned, our waiter commented, "that does not go well with meals, you see". Now we were puzzled. We inquired why he said so. He insisted, "Don't you know this is a real bad combination? Why don't you order something else?" He hurried to the kitchen, came back in the wink of an eye, proclaimed aloud, "We don't serve this particular dish in the afternoons".Now we gave a sigh of relief.That was all? This guy almost scared us by going paranoid for nothing at all. We browsed through the menu again, decided to order another chicken dish. Again our waiter protested. This was getting on our nerves now. He explained," You see, most people order fish with meals for a side dish. Chicken does not go well with rice." That was a bit annoying. We went to the hotel to have whatever we preferred to, and there was this guy, stubbornly saying that he will not let us do so. Our thought process then went like this,"Why should he be even bothered when we were compeletly compliant to pay our hotel bills? Neither did we ever tell him that we had forgotten our vanity bags at home. We had actually carried them along." Anyways we did not tell him all this. We just smiled and said politely,"Why don't you just get us some Chicken Masala. We are not in any mood to have fish today." At last the deal was approved and despatched and a couple of minutes later our chicken dish was waiting for us at the table, to be devoured. Oh man, it is not just silence that is golden, patience too is.....hihi

Waiting for 588C AC Deluxe Bus

Now, this is just a random post. Got some free minutes, so thought of scribbling something here.This morning Neema and I hurried from home to catch 588C, the only direct bus from Adyar depot to Ambal Nagar.It usually comes at 5 minutes to 9. The lucky pair that we are, the bus did not turn up even after 9.15. Now that was a bit too much. To make things worse, we got no share autos to Guindy either. At last, the two of us who were planning to take the AC Deluxe ended up in a battered 5E bus. Now that particular bus promises to show passengers around the whole of Chennai. So we were again confused, got down at Alexander Square, caught an auto and asked for Guindy.Thank God, for the auto driver seemed to be really generous,which was obviously, unlikely,in namma Chennai. He left us at Ambal Nagar for just 50 rupees. Thanks to him. We exchanged some money for some precious good amount of time today.Now that was an experience. Gotto work out more on time and money management skills. Hihi.......

HOME SWEEEEET HOME

My roots run deep and deeper in there, that is the place where I uttered my first word, took my first step, learnt my first letter. That is indeed my sweeeeeeeeeeeet home.In my sweet home,I have my dearest Achan, Mummy and a little brother, Abhishek, my greatest possessions, assets, treasures. There are simply no words to describe them…. Words are too little to explain these relations. Home is where I love to be, no matter what luxuries other places on this earth offer me. As every human being believes, even I believe that I have the “bestest” family on this earth. Trust me people, if I do not speak with my family a day, I really do not know what might happen, because I have never missed out on that one thing ever in my life. At home it is like, everyone understands each other so well. There have been times when everyone in the house was busy. But then, it is like “Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter”. We speak, or not, communication still happens. That is what I like the best about home. I still cherish my childhood days and at times they make me feel so nostalgic. I love it when Achan and Mummy speak about their childhood and ours too. They keep saying that I was too fussy as a kid, not too friendly, never ate properly. My poor Mummy had to literally coax the food down my oesophagus. And to add to all this, I had this bad habit of fighting with people for no reason, what so ever. I have changed a lot now. I guess I am an extreme opposite now. I get scared at the smell of a serious fight. There was this friend in the neighborhood. He was my only company as a kid. I called the poor thing “pithathi” so often. He still reminds me of it and we laugh over it. Actually at that point of time I had no idea that “pishashu” meant “evil person or evil force”. And to add to the fun I could not even pronounce the word properly. I ended up calling him “pithathi”. His real name is Prashant. The two names actually rhyme na? hihi…. Then I always had a fascination for these Cadbury Dairy Milk chocolates. As a child it was tough for me to say it out. So as a signal of the yearning for the chocolate, I used to raise my palm. That reminds me of the Congress party emblem now. But I have always been neutral politically. No issues please. And as for the fascination for chocolates, that still remains, but now there is no discrimination. I do not mind eating any kind of chocolates these days. Hhmm…..know what? I always had a bump on my forehead, it was maybe, like a kind of trademark for me. I either used to get my head hit somewhere, or fall off the bed. Carelessness was like a part and parcel of me. I still remember the day Mummy sqeezed me up for loosing a whole lot of marks in my 3rd standard Maths paper, due to , of course, carelessness. Even Shobha aunty from the neighborhood came over to console me. I cried that loudly, as if in a temper tantrum. But that was the last time I scored bad marks in Maths. Since then Maths has been my all time favorite subject. I loved to spend my time in the neighborhood because I had a nice friend there. My Mummy and Shobha Aunty often witnessed these outrageous moments when I was forcefully taken back home from there. Now when I think back, I find it all so funny. Then let me tell you about my brother. He was born in my Mummy’s home. So we had to stay back there for a couple of days. That was when I was in my senior kindergarten. I used to get my grandpa screwed up so often, around those times. Once it was because I fed my new born baby brother a small piece of cake, and the great patron of food that he is, he ate it with absolutely no qualms or complaints. Another time I screwed up the whole family was when I carried him from one bedroom to another in Mummy’s absence. The fat guy was a bit too heavy for me to balance in my little arms. Stop rolling eyes now. Undoubtedly, I had to drop him on the floor. I loved to dress up my brother when he was a baby. He was such a cute thing, everyone adored him. He went away with anyone, kept smiling all the time. I always wondered whether he had this Politian inherent in him. He is going to kill me for having written this line now. Once a social activist, an acquaintance of Achan happened to meet us. Abhishek gave him a sixty watt smile. He took abhishek in his arms lovingly, kissed him even more lovingly. Achan still teases Abhishek on that because this particular social activist was allergic towards water. To be a bit more clear, he was so busy with his social activities, that he often found no time to take bath. I can simply go on and on and on about my childhood. My childhood memories drive me ecstatic. I also love to listen to my parents’ childhood memories. The part I love the most is that my Achan was really very naughty as a child. Oh, those stories are way too good. It seems, once he even dropped some cash into the well. Basically anything that was left in the solitude was to go into the well according to him. That was funny, but that was when he was really very small. Even Mummy was no less , I guess. She still loves to tell us about her experiences at school and she can go on for hours. I feel so homely, carefree back there in Thrissur. I forget to sing when I am in Chennai. But once at home I forget to stop singing, maybe because I am always so overjoyed when I am there. I sing so loudly at times, I end up wondering how I could manage at such high a pitch. Trust me, there is no place more beautiful than ones home. There are no people who can care for you more than your dear ones at home. Home is truly the paradise on earth. I long to go back there every second of my life. It feels bad when this realization dawns upon me, that I am an adult now and I have to be on my own, work, learn to be independent. I can never be at home for more than two weeks at a stretch now. That thought drives me crazy at times. I love to be back there, get pampered, completely pampered, loved, cared for. There is nothing on this earth that can replace your home, the love of your parents, siblings. I feel like I am the wealthiest person in this entire universe when they are with me. Love you family………..

It's Raining Once Again..............

It's raining heavily outside my window.
The air is taking a cool cleansing shower,
 relieving itself of all the burden ,
 that it has been carrying for so long now.
 The mornings are so cool, foggy,
 It feels so lovely to curl up in the bed,
cuddle with the huge fat pillow,
slip into frivolous dreams,
and traverse , diverse dreamlands.
My poor faithful alarm clock,
makes a thousand futile attempts,
to wake me up from my sweet sound sleep.
I muddle through the new found dreamland,
to make way for reality and here I am,
at my window sill, enjoying nature at its all time best.
Laziness creeps in at every regular interval,
holding me back from starting my day,
but somehow I manage to struggle through.
On the road, looks like a river is on hold.
Naughty children playing in the puddle,
they take me down the memory lane ,
again and again.
No birds to sing, no cattle to graze,
all gone home, to cuddle up with their folks.
One thing which makes my mind so free,
like never before, is the silly fact,
that no dogs are in sight, to my great delight.
They too seem to have gone,
to their abodes by and by.
It is lovely to watch the rain outside,
sip hot coffee, munch on hot pakoras,
watch the fresh nature rejoicing,
like a handsome peacock dancing in glee.
Nature looks immensely beautiful,
ravishing, drenched to the skin,
water drops have decorated the leaves,
some falling off and others reluctant to give way.
The sky looks gorgeous, all dark and grey,
carrying heavy clouds, ready to pour.
This is nature’s bliss on mankind showering,
let me welcome the rains once again to my life,
let me have a rendezvous with nature tonight.........

For “My Friend”

“My Friend” is a special treasure,
I treasure our precious friendship,
It gives me a whole lot of pleaure.
“My Friend” is a guiding light,
“My Friend” makes my life light.
“My Friend” stands by my side,
through thick and thin,
through storm and sunshine.
“My Friend” makes me enjoy all,
tranforms my sorrows to joy,
makes my joy many fold.
“My Friend” shares with me all,
even in bad times
“My Friend”, listens to my problems all.
“My Friend” comforts me to cool,
makes my life beautiful.
“My Friend” is a true asset,
I wish God gave all, a friend like mine.
I own the whole world when,
“My Friend” is around,
at such times I miss no one at all.
But when “My Friend” is not around,
I feel alone even in the crowd.
“My Friend” oozes out sweetness,
love and joy all along.
I keep “My Friend” in my heart,
we speak every day for hours,
if one day I miss out to call,
“My Friend” inquires if all is,
Fine, alright and glad.
“My Friend” knows no formalities,
because my friend is that much mine.
“My Friend” knows me inside out,
“My Friend” knows my likes, dislikes,
we respect each other completely,
and love unconditionally,
understand each other a lot.
“My Friend” is a special treasure,
I treasure our precious friendship,
It gives me a whole lot of pleaure.
I dedicate this to “My Friend"
with loads of hugs and love .

The Chennai that changed ma Life

The first place I set foot on in Chennai,
was Chennai Central Railway Station,
so crowded, buzzing with noise,pouring people.
I wandered anxiously into my new found life.
Achan stayed back in Chennai for three days,
left only after he made sure that all was fine.
Two weeks in Vijay park,the stay was good,
made new friends there,
and my roommates were simply cool.
Swapna ,we nick-named her Pappu,
looked tough and serious,
But proved to be neither,
instead she was always so jovial, a "paavam".
Sree was and is still a non-stop chatterbox,
she has promised us atleast a thousand times,
that she is gonna change, get serious for once and forever,
but that good God never lets the poor thing change,
Thanks to him, or our lives would be hell oh my.
Neemachi was my classmate in college.
Though put in different rooms in Vijay Park,
she was like a natural phenomenon in our room.
Actually we became better friends after being together in Chennai.
She is one person on this earth who,
Knows me too well I guess.
Now to the training class-Blue Lotus.
This was one place where i came by so many characters,
some good,some bad, and some so simply cool.
The only person I knew in my batch ,
was Sirdaj Moidu,a “saghavu” from college.
Seeking his company,
got caught up in the company of another chatterbox,
George was his name.
He spoke stuff all time,
but never took breaks.
He gave me so many nick names ,
That I almost forgot my own name.
Through George, I made more friends,
all sweet and special,
Shammu was the best of all,
a true baby,appropriately nick-named “vava”.
She knows me so well,
we chatted through our training classes,
and made them full of fun.
Then there was Sunil,
we rechristened him adivasi,
do not take his nick-name seriously,
coz the guy is not one,
nor does he resemble one.
One thing he does day in and day out,
Is campaign for his homeland,
the beautifully gorgeous Wayanad.
Again that calls for arguments lengthy,
but he never stops describing the nature’s bounty.
The Major was another character,
Tigin is the name of this man.
Trust me he is a true army man,
in every sense of the word,
but some months with our gang,
brought out the hidden stores of mirth in him, all.
Sarika was the “Dumb Charades” expert,
my orkut friend and then my batchmate.
She was always caught in class,
While acting out her part.
Sari, George and Sunil took it up as a challenge
to brush up our knowledge, in areas
that Shammu and I had never before much explored.
Mukesh was the sweet “bhaiya”,
always made sure that we were taken good care of,
but he was at times so annoying, that, at times,
I had to end up demonstrating my wrath ,
to bring down the irritation levels of this Mukumon.
Then there was Prakash, the "upapa",
felt more or less like a robot to me,
with headphones stuck in his ear,
as if he were born with them on.
He always made it a point to sit in the front row,
and daringly doze away not caring about Moosa Sir.
Hatti was another friend,
We called him “Hucha”,
Shameera was his Malayalam teacher,
And he addresses everyone “Tendi”,
Out of overflowing respect and love.
Oh, how could I forget Ashwin,
better known as "Shoe with Pleasure".
This guy simply loves to irritate me,
drives me really crazy at times,
but is still a great friend.
Last but not the least there was Kamaru,
The “kosara”, I got to know him late,
and curse those many days of fun I missed out on.
His eyes speak so much,
they make u laugh so loud,
the noise can reach the heavens,
I bet you people all.
His dance during our outings,
churned out laughing gas, I suppose.
This guy never stops giggling,
 neither does he let us all stop.
The times I spent with these people ,
were my best spent times in Chennai.
After training some of us were still together,
at STC for a while.
There I got a new friend,Vineeth,
He was from my college and my orkut friend too,
But this is where I got to know him better,
A great actor, I must say,
And a message he circulated got him the name”Koran”.
Then there was the “Silent Valley”,
Remya was her name,
She happened to be George’s X’mas friend that year,
And he tried his best to,
make her speak a couple of words or two.
And then we moved on to Perungudi,
with a reduced strength, I must say.
There I made three more sweet friends,
Radhika, Rupa and Murali.
Radhika struggled with her Malayalam so much,
But never missed to make lengthy comments,
in the very same language.
Actually there are so many more people,
Who have touched my life in many ways,
There was Laly, Jasmi and Priyanka,
Who gave us great company at our sick hostel.
The hostel was a bit too bad,
But we laughed together through it all.
Then there was Sanjay, more than six feet tall,
he named me “tharavu”,
another nick-name to my already long list.
As soon as I am in sight ,
He starts searching for water,
To make sure that my transportation is made fine.
I look forward to meeting them all every now and then,
It feels good to speak to them over the cell,
Chat over the machine,
and forward them, receive their mails,
I wish we were all put together in one project sometime again.
All would be different then,
Work will transform to fun,
I will once again love working if so done.

School Days.........

Oh man, that was the best part of my life,
Never had better times before or since then.
Schooling was all about fun and frolic,
breaking rules were part and parcel of schooling.
The first day at Hari Sri, Peeking, scared,
taking good care, I kept my first foot there,
But since then there's been no stopping,
no peeking,no scare, only dare.
That was my second home,
but no less than my first.
Teachers were my parents and friends, forever.
Friends kept changing as years went by,
but we still keep in touch, no matter what.
My first few friends were so much fun to be with,
We fought so often, but mediating was always fun.
Felt like a "buzurk" playing the mediator,
and hung our heads like little puppies,
while shaking hands after small quarrels.
Lower primary was even more fun,
in a new building, new place,
but school was always the same.
Never made it late to the bus stop,
not a single day,not even by a moment.
The morning assemblies were true knowledge treats,
Listening to Nalini Miss is something I still miss.
Music and sports were favorites, no doubt,
Satish master's stories had nothing, but all lies.
Jose master with his guitar spread sweet music all around,
Was fascinated about his guitar,
I always sang along like a crazy Presley fan.
Classes were the true essence of schooling,
and teachers were the perfect of chefs.
Teachers kept changing,
came across more teachers by and by.
But could never actually judge,
who was the best one among them all?
Years went by and so grew we,
did'nt know time saled by, so fast, so loud, so gleefully,
until the last year at school commenced.
12th Science was an awesome batch,
we transformed that year into a true celebration.
Now the celebration is all over,
has made way for busy lives,
but trust me people,
had no better times than those before or since.
Orkut and facebook ,mails and scraps ,
we make time to make long , long calls.
Then we have our yearly alumni meet, friendly visits,
feels good to be back in school, any time always.
The breeze that blows there knows me inside out,
the walls and the sand there remind me of long cherished tales,
they talk to me for hours and hours,take no break,
we always have abundant topics to discuss, long and till late.
Today we Harisriites are all around, in different places,
Let me say this for you my friends, folks and teachers,
 “ Let the Peal of Harmony be the Appeal of all Religions.”
That has been and will always be the motto of our school.
Missing school a lot, but will always keep in touch.

Meri chotti si nanhi si aasha........

Down the valley,
beside the river,
amidst the green,
I want a home.
In my home,
by my side,
showering love ,
caring lots,
I want a sweet big family.
Itni choti si meri aasha hai,
kab hogi puri,
mujhe na koi idea hai.....