Bizarrrry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can’t explain what’s running thru my mind now!!! Gosh!!! I rarely experience such bizarre conditions.

I want to write, yet the words refuse to flow as it used to when I started blogging, a point when I was wedded to strong words!!

It isn’t a melancholy state, but a strange mood that veils me away from the world around me and disturbs my normal state of mind. What hath brought me to the stage of ……. Stage of what?? Its not loneliness, its not happiness, its definitely not boredom, nor my forever confused state. Yet, I know that I’m not myself!!!

I feel like bungey jumping, even when I know that I would have to order a coffin to take me to heavens!! I feel like running away from the homo-sapiens race, yet I realize that I can’t survive without my nears and dears. I feel like crying, yet the tears do not flow, as it used to (Amma used to taunt me abt a bottle of tears behind my eyes which is fully controlled by me, that at the spur of a slight pain or uneasiness, the bottle opens up in full throttle), and here I stand, with not one drop of tear!!!

So…..what happens to the ram???? As I retreat back to the monotony that is called work, I pray for a change, a miracle, smiles, adventure, and for an aura around me that keeps me away from all ‘nazars’.he he!!!

Cochin- and its best

Cochin has always surprised me with its exotic locations and styles and the salty air. Thought the heat is excruciating, I never let myself be within the air conditioned rooms of my uncle’s abode. I demand my friends to take me out, and show me the places that I have visited hundreds of times, yet every time I go there once more, there’s something new and refreshing about them. But the most amazing experience has been in Kashi Art Cafe. In the heart of Fort Kochi, this small space has created a relaxed atmosphere to thousands of tourists and people like me.

My first trip to Kashi was in September 2005, when Vinod decided to celebrate Mona’s birthday at Kashi. Never having heard of that place all of us just sat back in the car and enjoyed the salty breeze, the lanes that were used by the Dutch, the cemeteries and the churches. A turn towards Burgher Street brought us to this small café, a very old house which has been renovated with a modern taste.

The first two halls of this 260 year old Dutch row house (that’s what the website has mentioned) are dedicated to exhibiting art in a deserving professional manner. Once through with the gallery, you enter an airy tropical garden café. There was only one word to describe it- beautiful. The space was simple, letting nature create the restful ambiance. Wooden benches that still carried the smell of forest, cane curtains, an old tea maker and urns and vessels completed the space.

Known for its mouth watering chocolate cake, we ordered one for the pretty femme, Monica. I don’t have to mention that we devoured the whole cake in jus seconds after first slice of yummy cake went into Mona’s mouth. The Lemon ice tea was so refreshing and I wondered why the Pizza hut iced teas couldn’t have that effect.

2 years later, when I visit this place, I realize that I have changed a lot. But the place remains the same, devoid of change, as beautiful as ever. This time there were a bunch of us ex-Ximeans, to attack the cheese omelet and chocolate cake. And they couldn’t take their eyes off from some of the blondes and brunettes that were regular visitors to this area during their vacation. A pretty pose, and all of us were ready to get back to finish our marathon called LIFE!!!

Some moments in Life are forever!!!!
For all those who are interested, here is the address:

KASHI Art café
Burgher Street,
Fort Cochin 682001
Kerala

Flow of words

Off late, I’ve realized that I write my heart out when I m at my worst!!!!

But, I guess, I don’t wanna write so well, I can be away from pain and numbness, at least for a while!!!

Lang Syne

Flippin through my old photographs,
And a rewind of my memory,
Brings back a whole lot of mixed expressions
It’s yesterday once more

Some are worth remembering,
Bringing one of my best smiles, running up till my ears
Some which can never be ripped apart,
But which will always dampen the cheek

I look back once again
All my memories
Coming back clearly to me,
like a toddler to its mother.

I recall the pain, the frowns, and mockery
the confusion and threats
And I let the same old tears burn my cheeks once again
as they melt the years away

The laughter that brought a smile to the forlorn,
The words that brought confidence in my friends,
The achievements that brought pride to my parents,
And the learning that got me here

All this brings a silent prayer of gratitude
After all...............
tis' this yesterday
that hath' moulded me into the woman that I am