I’m getting bored of penning the records of ‘troubled waters’
I’ve been craving to write about a whole lot of things
But the mind refuses to move there………………….
It’s stuck here, in the gloomy spot.
Its there, all of them
The Ideas, colors, happy days, friends, family and forever crushes
I sit down to write about them
And record them forever in the cyber space
But the grey matter refuses to budge out of its hibernation then
But at the spur of a single tear, the grey mass is just active. How how???
It can devour the entire cyber space with melancholy expressions and words
What is it that can remove those deep rooted thoughts???
I try hard to remove them myself, but its stuck there……
Just like the tentacles of an octopus……………………
Once caught… you just cant escape the tight grip……..
SAVE ME!!!
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
An account of a harthal day in Kerala
It’s my first trip home after my relocation……and after a very long time- a month (he he). A little later than this, and I would lose the oomph to carry me forward, so it’s a revamp program- this trip of mine to the native.
Unfortunately or fortunately, the day of arrival is a harthal/ bandh. I’m not sure if there would be stone showers or other crazy things as soon as I touch the soil. I crossed my fingers, and got out of the Third ac compartment, a luxury that I had to choose because of no tickets available in my usual sleeper class. Hmmmm, surprisingly, the ever crowded station is almost empty xcept for the chai/ bonda vendors running around frantically for sales, and a few passengers like me who have reached unaware of the surprise bandh…
I walk past them, as I am sure that my dad would be waiting near the ticket reservation counter, so that we don’t miss each other among the hoard of civilians. My dad is waiting at the exact place where he’s supposed to be… there’s no irritation marked on his forehead, as the train kept his time, and I didn’t have to keep him waiting…. But oh…. He has not got his car!!! Stone showers, remember!?! He has got my sister’s favorite Dio. It’s a dangerous vehicle. I have had my share of falls from it, and it does gonna be my first experiment with my dad in that medium of transport. To top it all, I have a huge duffel bag of clothes and CDs and some junk. I look at the bag, quite alien now, because of the additional burden to the Dio.
My dad’s too tall for the vehicle. As it is, he has to take some effort to adjust his legs to it, so we had to settle with the bag on my lap. So here’s the situation, two tall guys, on a small Dio with a duffel bag as a barrier between us. My position behind was an almost 45 degrees, as the bag decided to take more place. Anyways, the journey started!!!
Oh no, there’s a little shake, yes, my dad’s trying to balance the additional weight!! I pass S. M. Street, one of the busiest streets, but hey, there’s no one outside, no shops opened, only a few beggars who are still hopeful of getting something. As the roads are empty, Dad tries the speedometer. I remember those scooter ads where the girl remover her pony tail hair to let the wind blow it. But in my case, it was all blown to my face………..uggghh!!! The roads were almost empty, and it looked quite peaceful, it was heaven when compared to me relocated city…..Its been raining like crazy since the last three months, so the air had the misty tang about it, and the flora and fauna looked fresh and rain kissed, not an iota of dust accumulation on them makin the leaves so brown that you never believe leaves are green I color……the side lanes still had the chocolaty color waters….! But everything looked so beautiful!!!
As I turned to the lane towards my house, I see my mom anxiously waiting to see her daughter………As I hug her tightly, I realize that there is no moment better than this….its like all your anxieties are washed away for a second…….and its jus the contentment that my parents are gonna be there even if the whole world denies me!!
As I open out my bag to reveal the goodies that I have bought for them, I can smell the aromas of chicken curry and the appam that’s getting prepared for me. As none of the shops are gonna open for our regular outing (mom and me are shopping addicts, he he), we chit chat, and cook and tease each other for the rest of the day, the day that is a harthal!!
Unfortunately or fortunately, the day of arrival is a harthal/ bandh. I’m not sure if there would be stone showers or other crazy things as soon as I touch the soil. I crossed my fingers, and got out of the Third ac compartment, a luxury that I had to choose because of no tickets available in my usual sleeper class. Hmmmm, surprisingly, the ever crowded station is almost empty xcept for the chai/ bonda vendors running around frantically for sales, and a few passengers like me who have reached unaware of the surprise bandh…
I walk past them, as I am sure that my dad would be waiting near the ticket reservation counter, so that we don’t miss each other among the hoard of civilians. My dad is waiting at the exact place where he’s supposed to be… there’s no irritation marked on his forehead, as the train kept his time, and I didn’t have to keep him waiting…. But oh…. He has not got his car!!! Stone showers, remember!?! He has got my sister’s favorite Dio. It’s a dangerous vehicle. I have had my share of falls from it, and it does gonna be my first experiment with my dad in that medium of transport. To top it all, I have a huge duffel bag of clothes and CDs and some junk. I look at the bag, quite alien now, because of the additional burden to the Dio.
My dad’s too tall for the vehicle. As it is, he has to take some effort to adjust his legs to it, so we had to settle with the bag on my lap. So here’s the situation, two tall guys, on a small Dio with a duffel bag as a barrier between us. My position behind was an almost 45 degrees, as the bag decided to take more place. Anyways, the journey started!!!
Oh no, there’s a little shake, yes, my dad’s trying to balance the additional weight!! I pass S. M. Street, one of the busiest streets, but hey, there’s no one outside, no shops opened, only a few beggars who are still hopeful of getting something. As the roads are empty, Dad tries the speedometer. I remember those scooter ads where the girl remover her pony tail hair to let the wind blow it. But in my case, it was all blown to my face………..uggghh!!! The roads were almost empty, and it looked quite peaceful, it was heaven when compared to me relocated city…..Its been raining like crazy since the last three months, so the air had the misty tang about it, and the flora and fauna looked fresh and rain kissed, not an iota of dust accumulation on them makin the leaves so brown that you never believe leaves are green I color……the side lanes still had the chocolaty color waters….! But everything looked so beautiful!!!
As I turned to the lane towards my house, I see my mom anxiously waiting to see her daughter………As I hug her tightly, I realize that there is no moment better than this….its like all your anxieties are washed away for a second…….and its jus the contentment that my parents are gonna be there even if the whole world denies me!!
As I open out my bag to reveal the goodies that I have bought for them, I can smell the aromas of chicken curry and the appam that’s getting prepared for me. As none of the shops are gonna open for our regular outing (mom and me are shopping addicts, he he), we chit chat, and cook and tease each other for the rest of the day, the day that is a harthal!!
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