tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947720452097923782024-03-14T07:21:32.753+04:00The Impulsive RAMDon't believe in those who claim that youth is a passing disease that you have to get rid of. Don't believe that maturity is a goal and an asset to go after. Nothing will ever be ready, and dear friends, that's what makes life interesting- Tuula Kallioniemi, Finnish writer-
Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-405987494651284252016-10-12T12:27:00.003+04:002016-10-12T12:34:56.784+04:00Celebration
We were celebrating, with the best sparkling wine
I did celebrate too…
The escape of the string of bubbles in my flute glass
Trapped in a dark gloomy bottle for years, Ageing to
perfection
and then the wait, until chosen
Just to spilled all over someone, a fountain of foam and
mess
Or to be left in a glass stained with lip color or cigarette
ash.
I did celebrate too…
Their Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-17243846352666671082014-11-25T13:38:00.000+04:002016-10-12T12:01:29.077+04:00I dont live there anymore
No Matter how hard the past, you can always begin again
(borrowed from Buddha)
Don’t judge me by my past…I don’t live there anymore…
My Life was an open book..something that I was proud of
I assumed others around me would be too.
And I could trust them…but none did- Lesson No.1
So I don’t live there anymore…the closed books are left
behind…
No more close to me
My life was an open Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-68687625085983029682014-01-05T11:37:00.000+04:002014-01-19T16:16:31.248+04:00These Tears
These tears...
They bring me closer to God..
or rather
God chooses to bring me closer to him
Through these tears..
Dear God, I will be closer to you
by being a good Samaritan
but these tears and the pain....
Can i loose them somewhere?
Can you take them away from me?
Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-68246585294763846102013-12-04T14:29:00.001+04:002014-01-19T16:16:10.273+04:00Yesterday
I feel it was just yesterday that I held you in my arms for
the first time
Listening to those little coo coo sounds
Watching the tiny little face and feet and hands
still pale from the labor that both of us went through
My pain was no more as I fell in love completely
With this little angel that was sent with utmost perfection
Papa must have cried as he welcomed you into those strong
Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-9290227485805357352013-11-07T14:25:00.000+04:002014-01-19T16:15:33.770+04:00As you grow…
The grace (Anika) that poured down to us from heaven above…
You turn one year today..
And all I can do is cry…tears of joy…
And all I can see is this beautiful smile that makes my day
beautiful
And all I can murmur is a word of thanks to the Almighty
And all I can pray is for your safety and good health
And all I can promise is the best of everything in our
capacity
And all I can thinkShruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-24292937385182658302013-04-11T10:18:00.002+04:002014-01-19T16:14:23.798+04:00The Little bundle from above
God sent me a little bundle…
He said it was a special gift….
crafted with a lot of attention and time
He said it was unique piece….
There wouldn’t be a duplicate…
But when looked at carefully,
It will have all things special about me and my mate..
But he said….
Now I leave that precious gift with you…
To nurture, to love and cherish…..
I carried this unopened gift in my belly
Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-58782076943401867422012-07-09T16:35:00.004+04:002016-10-12T12:47:47.326+04:00OLD IS GOLD...
Why do we love songs from our teenage and youthful days?
Even if the world has better songs and bands, and whole lot of known and unknown
options today???
I know now….
Its not just the lyrics, the melody or the movie nor
the concert that you had been to, that makes them special. Its not even the number of times you listened to those songs, at a time when we had the liberty of being Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-80778166127798749432012-02-27T10:03:00.000+04:002012-02-27T14:18:28.217+04:00Ooh la la..Krispy Kreme
It was one of those days, when I didn’t have to cook, and could enjoy an instant meal at the food court below my office. Mind you, this was the wrong food court to be. The food price could almost touch the gold rates, although this term is a lil stretched, but then I decided to explore a bit….
I was looking for something nutritious and a filling lunch…and as my eyes scanned the entire food Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-20787903061544174172012-02-19T17:28:00.001+04:002012-02-27T11:13:54.249+04:002011+1
Another year passes by…A very troubled year ! the year of ailments and mental tensions….2011 taught me a lot of things that the yester years could not…
Simple things…like, Health is wealth……. difficult realisations that beauty in the eyes of the beholder is mostly skin deep ( I completely disagree with the proverb) and a renewed realisation that whatever happens ….your family stays with Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-87426073603450608232011-11-29T13:55:00.005+04:002012-02-21T13:25:41.724+04:00The man who knows meA song that explains a lot about me, and therefore very dear to me....
I used to have it as my brief, although long description on my Orkut page, in those years where social networking was given birth in the form of Orkut and blogs (Facebook did come later, although it washed away the rest along with it , like a Tsunami).
Anyways ,I need to post it here, for old times sake!!
My life, is Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-39899029587541443412011-07-20T17:48:00.001+04:002012-02-06T15:13:52.311+04:00PerfectionstI guess we need not be perfect,
or have things in our own perfect way
We can afford to make a few mistakes
cos we learn from them....
Failure lets us know how special success and happiness are....Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-26700302661868444832011-05-19T16:02:00.000+04:002011-05-19T16:02:29.999+04:00The Yellow Umbrella
My first umbrella- a promotion from the sticky, plastic smelly raincoat to the world of colorful umbrellas…..
I didn’t require the umpteen sessions of Marketing Management to appreciate the commanding influence of advertising then - The POPY ad Mazha Mazha kuda kuda…. just drove us sisters nuts to a point where we were not ready to hit school without one.
And one fine day, my parents come backShruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-55935082004458877242011-04-05T12:44:00.000+04:002011-04-05T12:44:09.192+04:00Seething!!It may not be one of the best,
It may not interest you…
Some of it may look silly
But this blog is my baby..my creation…
Yes, it s all out of impulse.
And the RAM is me, the ruling Aries!!
Wonder why people are jobless enough to spoil someone else’s life
I have no interest in anyone else’s life….
Happy if things are fine with the rest of the world, else it’s their problem to solve
As for mine, Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-12019060251046847592011-02-09T12:01:00.000+04:002011-02-09T12:02:38.817+04:00New Friends and Enemies!!My new friend- Anti histaminesMy enemies- weather and (‘god knows which’) food!My constant Companion- Rashes, fashionably called as 'histamines'Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-86581857392676793502011-02-08T16:05:00.002+04:002011-02-08T16:09:12.808+04:00Another rainy day in DubaiI got out of the metro that was packed like a group of hens taken for slaughter, all grumpy!. The womens compartment has always been like that- impenetrable. Had difficulty in takin out my tail (the duppatta) away from the mob. I was finally out, ready for my regular walk back home, the walk that makes me think!! silly things-…the trip home….family planning….the new recipes to be tried….my dream Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-22364512722091078892011-01-10T10:16:00.003+04:002011-01-10T11:23:06.105+04:00Crazy thoughts of an Average looking girlLucky are the ones who have straight hair…They don’t have to get it straightened, No damages nor expensive treatments, nor hair fallLucky are the ones who are fair….They are called beautiful almost everywhereEven the ones with the worst of ‘features’Lucky are the ones who are not ‘FAT’They can wear anything From fully clothed to ‘almost there’ outfitsLucky are the ones who have not been Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-90393100566902713772011-01-04T10:49:00.002+04:002011-02-09T12:19:00.882+04:00ResolutionsEvery year….there was a resolutionA resolution that didn’t see success beyond 3 or 4 days, max a weekEven if it was the smallest of resolutions, like getting up at 6??This year’s differentMy resolution’s to have no resolution at all!!!Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-20118867993533515762010-12-30T14:12:00.000+04:002010-12-30T14:13:01.097+04:00FRIENDS IIIWhen I made friends,It wasn’t for fun,Nor was it for a period of time…Nor was it based on gender and caste,Nor expecting something in return……….It was…..for a lifetime……………Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-13294595589780967432010-12-21T12:29:00.002+04:002010-12-21T12:32:51.126+04:00The end that brings happiness- ChristmasNo matter what happens throughout the year, Christmas is a time when we oblige to forget all our worries and sorrows, and get set to celebrate.You don’t need to be a follower of Christ to enjoy Christmas. Yes, to me it rings music in the forms of carols, joy to the eyes with the decorations, cribs and twinkling stars everywhere, taste buds tickled with a whole palate of mom’s Xmas goodies and Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-39385143900718565292010-12-13T14:12:00.003+04:002014-01-19T16:17:24.133+04:00Chikku and Me!
Watched Marley and me for the second time yesterday, and all I could think of was my Shepherd Chikku……
A word of thanks for the love and companionship
- for the patience to listen to my ‘chatter batter’
- for the laughs and the clutter
- for just being there during some of my most depressing times in my life!!
You were a wonderful companion, although neurotic and unruly!!
Miss you!!!
Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-90401612425063998572010-12-01T11:41:00.005+04:002010-12-01T12:48:38.151+04:00Go Back in time!I really wish I had an option to go back...In my Control panel to change settingsTo be bold , and say what was right,and justify itTo fight for what was mine...troubleshootTo redo things that I had done wrong...And repent for things that i cant undo...I wish i could save the most sweet moments in the prime side of my brain...and leave the bitter ones to the Recycle bin...and shift delete the Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-69712520153092359042010-11-30T15:10:00.003+04:002014-01-19T16:18:21.138+04:00And…Connect And….Network….!!
The world took a huge twist with Social Networking…Although there were lot of social networks before, Orkut being my first, along with others like Hi5 and a lot more that my ‘grey matter’ just cannot commit to, but then Facebook took the trophy for social Networking
I was just getting used to Orkut and the gadgets along with it, and then came Facebook. I decided to stick with my first one (in Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-85522446509442132872010-11-28T22:34:00.003+04:002014-01-19T16:18:39.522+04:00the RAM!
The RAM is quite unique
She's special, different, weird, misunderstod, innocent yet headstrong
Only another RAM can even partly understand another RAM!!
Its not easy to be one, but its still great to be one..
Someday...she'll be understood...accepted....wanted..
but guess it will be too late to change things!
Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-67365987389941896092010-11-21T15:01:00.000+04:002010-11-21T15:03:03.906+04:00Back again..Guess the change in a lot of things around have created a lazy halo around me…and the fact that the last few words or thoughts haven’t created the desired effect in my readers made me feel low….but guess what? I don’t really care!!After all, this is my blog…my area…I can write anything here….I am not writing to win a competition…am not giving any political ratings or an intellectual publication..Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894772045209792378.post-12681224600101176602010-07-09T14:09:00.002+04:002010-07-16T10:48:41.826+04:00Our performanceOh, but this life’s a stageAn arena where we need to play our charactersKnowingly, unknowingly, selfishly, selflesslySome tragic, some adventurous, some romantic and peacefulSome quite strenuous, some flexible and effortlessSome adding value to another characterWe perform our roles as artists- amateur or experienced, As hero, heroine, villain or a small supporting role. but even that calls for Shruthi Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11633964002360256674noreply@blogger.com2