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.....