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………..