The 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 back after work, and on the holder of the ancient Rajdoot bike were 2 beautiful yellow colored umbrellas….and much to our delight- the brand POPY….

No words of joy would come, just some clicking noises from the semi toothless oral cavity of mine. I grabbed the umbrella to see the specs and features. It had the traditional U-shaped handle (in plastic yellow too), but had an automatic open system with a push button. The fabric had small flowers on them, and the steel was shiny…Brand new. Then came the routine ‘female’ check of whose is better. As usual, the green monster struck the right chord and I felt that my sisters umbrella, which was exactly the same shape and color, fabric and size, but for the print, looked better. But then the feeling passed. And we waited impatiently for the night to end in order to to inaugurate the beautiful thing the next day.

The first day was a dreamy affair of carrying this new and beautiful accessory with pride, and show it to the whole world. The second day passed with the same enthusiasm. And the third day. Alas!! No signs of clouds….While others around me were happy that the rains did not spoil the sheen of their brand new uniforms and shoes, mothers happy about a day or two of sunshine to dry clothes, and the roads to drain down the muddy water, the two of us waiting for a heavy downpour.

And on the fourth day, when we had given up all hopes of a drop of rain, as we were just getting off the school bus and walking the short distance home, the rain gods came down in all their fury, drenching anything and everything. Before we were allowed the glory of inaugurating our new push-open umbrella, we were drenched to the skin, not to mention our bag, books and lunch kit, with a puddle of water in our shoes….but who cared. We could only hear the music that fell above our head, and deliberately walked home slowly……………..

That’s the story of my Yellow umbrella!!

Seething!!

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, This is my life…
Let me live it… in peace …with my family!!

My friends are those who have understood me and love me for what I am
For the ones who couldn’t, STAY AWAY!!
You don’t deserve a milli second of my time ever!!!

New Friends and Enemies!!

My new friend- Anti histamines
My enemies- weather and (‘god knows which’) food!

My constant Companion- Rashes, fashionably called as 'histamines'

Another rainy day in Dubai

I 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 home…Issues in Egypt….rapes…shopping cravings…and pollution…

But this time the rain interrupted….People around me complained abt the ‘pour’, but little did they know that it was just a drizzle….I still could walk home in the rain, but didn’t wanna take a chance after my recent skin attack called pityriasis rosea…

I waited by the side of the huge Burjuman mall that was inviting me with its DSF offers… the usually clean roads and pavements were getting a little muddy after the recent sandstorm that spread sand everywhere including my nostrils and on my buttery balmed lips..chey!!

Nobody carried an umbrella, as rains are not something that you can cherish or look for in Dubai…nor do they have any season…they just come in miniscule portions, and go away by the time you blink twice….and then I saw the Yellow Umbrella!!

(to continue...)

Crazy thoughts of an Average looking girl

Lucky are the ones who have straight hair…
They don’t have to get it straightened,
No damages nor expensive treatments, nor hair fall

Lucky are the ones who are fair….
They are called beautiful almost everywhere
Even 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’ outfits

Lucky are the ones who have not been ridiculed
For being what they are….
They don’t have to go through the pain…

Am sure they would be ‘schizophrenics’ who think otherwise, or ‘children of god’ who would brand me a ‘sinner’ and scream at me for such thoughts….
But…No point…it can’t be changed….its the truth which each one of us wish to forget

Oldest of thoughts die hard……

Resolutions

Every year….there was a resolution
A resolution that didn’t see success beyond 3 or 4 days, max a week
Even if it was the smallest of resolutions, like getting up at 6??

This year’s different
My resolution’s to have no resolution at all!!!

FRIENDS III

When 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……………

The end that brings happiness- Christmas

No 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 icing cakes, tears of happiness and remorse at the birth of Jesus with a prayer of thankfulness and a hope for forgiveness, moments of happiness with family and friends as they get together…….

It doesn’t stop here. Holidays after a stressful week or two of studies and exams, the best time to meet your dear and near ones by travelling half of the world, a time to receive Christmas gifts, and cakes, some of these customs, being followed every year, time to booze and party, time for shopping and what not….and a whole load of stuff to make us smile away to glory

I have tears now, tears of happiness, as I remember that some of my best memories with family and friends have been during the last ten days of of all these years. Be it College, Graduation or work, I have made myself free every year, just to enjoy the spirit of Christmas and to be with my greatest asset- Family….and friends

As I look at my beautifully decorated tree here, far, far away from my near and dear ones this year, I pray and hope that they have a wonderful Christmas and a great year ahead, a year of health and happiness for my parents and sisters, a year of prosperity and peace for my friends, and mostly a year of success and surprised to the both of us!!

Chikku 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!!!

Go Back in time!

I really wish I had an option to go back...
In my Control panel to change settings
To be bold , and say what was right,and justify it
To fight for what was mine...troubleshoot
To 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 most unpleasant ones forever...
Wish that I was formatted well, to make my life look picture perfect
paint it with colors and cliparts of happy days
Wish the forlorn days could be minimised and the euporic days maximised
Filter only the genuine crowd around me,
and no viruses around playin with my emotions

I wish I could just slot in 'New' and start all over again!!

And…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 management terms called as ‘resistance to change’), but then Facebook just started to breed and became this next big thing…Not having an FB profile was considered out of the crowd, Not part of the digital age….

And then I entered the new world of so called ‘FB’. I was already late. Millions of messages were passing around thru the ‘Walls’, photos and events….i did a marathon in order to connect with all my friends and acquaintance spaces…caught me breath and then updated ‘here was I’…..’me tooo’!

I am sure phone bills would have had a nasty downfall, with all Telecom companies cursing the new baby-Facebook. We found our lost friends, found our abode where we could write what we wanted, express our fears, joys and sorrows, take a public poll on our recent hairstyle and DSLR Cameras, update our status with even a mere monologue. We had all the happening news at a flash- someone getting married here, someone’s baby shower, somebody’s office grumbling, and someone else’s elephant trip in Kenya

Suddenly, everything was known to everyone. Even an acquaintance in School was your friend, wishing you on your birthday, your enemies or your competitor were screaming loud that they just hit a promotion and that you were nothing!!

Every ‘click on FB’ just made Zuckerberg a zillionaire even after sorting out all his legal bills. One of the reasons why Zuckerberg created Facebook was to take revenge on his ex- girlfriend, to prove to her that he was not just another geek in Harvard (No offense to you Zuckerberg, I am just referencing the movie ‘Social network’).

My explanation to use Facebook was to be part of the new age, and not be pulled back into the ‘old gen’ types. But all that it has done is to increase my medical bills (extensive use of laptop- head ache, eye issues, irregular body balance), immense stress due to the constant updates that I see around which makes me wonder if I was living my life to the fullest…and less productivity. I fact there’s a recent poll that says FB is used more during the weekdays than the weekends…that explains the productivity

Now, just because I don’t bullet down the advantages doesn’t mean that’s FB is ‘EVIL’. I still have an ID, active throughout the day, with 600 plus friends, pics and status updates, but on a comparative scale with lesser updates (this is already givin me a headache). I still would keep the id…in fact habits rarely go away…..until somethings replaces it in this digital race!

Unlucky are those who don’t have it…but lucky are those who don’t feel the need for it!!

the 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!

Back 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.. It’s all about ME!! Me with the horns (just meant the golden ram- Aries), with all human feelings and emotions (‘sentimental’ being the most predominant), mistakes and impossible dreams and all crazy thoughts…

The last few months were days that I probably may not ever get in my entire lifetime…something that I have always wanted to….. RELAX ….Do Nothing!! Do whatever I like….Yes..3 months of absolute nothingness…

The entire lifetime of studies, work and a whole lot of other active pursuits, without a break ever, has been one hell of a crazy ride... ok ok I agree…its something that all of us go through…however, a very small percentage of the populations do get to take this so called ‘break’…just to relax…no worries

But this is how I relaxed…..slept slept slept…….no brain activity….then came the experiments with cooking…Thank god I moved in with my husband sans my in-laws and parents….My hubby had to eat it all, the burnt, sometimes uncooked, missing ingredients, strange tasting dishes of mine…then practice made it almost perfect….and then came the Internet smiling at me thru my jet black VAIO- and along with it the new found love for social networking….regular updates on FB….farming on Farmville…..until my back and VAIO screamed HALT….Oh No..Worries never left me!!

The arien clock kept ticking.. Ariens, among their other troubles can never be interested in anything for a long time…so then came the boredom….The thing that I had longed for now became a huge pain in the wrong place….Constant nagging made my hubby regret his decision of bringing me to Dubai…..and finally the painful realization of the market and the economy….I had no job!! And none had a vacancy to even offer one…

I missed the crowded streets of T Nagar….gossipping, shopping and enjoying with friends, Fabindia, the beautiful beaches of Calicut…Amma’s Appam and Stew and a whole lot of other things…and the long desert stretch with its ultra modern buildings and paradise shopping failed to help me out….except for my poor tolerant hubby who was my only friend, guide and philosopher..he he!!

Now am back to my old days…and how I wish for some more days of nothingness….Now I think of zillions of things that I could have done during my free days…

All I can think of is a Malayalam proverb- Ikkarey nilkkumbol akkarey pacccha!!

Our performance

Oh, but this life’s a stage
An arena where we need to play our characters
Knowingly, unknowingly, selfishly, selflessly
Some tragic, some adventurous, some romantic and peaceful
Some quite strenuous, some flexible and effortless
Some adding value to another character

We perform our roles as artists- amateur or experienced,
As hero, heroine, villain or a small supporting role.
but even that calls for changes,
The best part of it and the worst part of it
We don’t get to play the same part forever….
However magnificent or inferior it is

The world of performance drives change….
And we are forced to believe in that change
Else what would make us go forward?

But what about the original behind the mask?
Does that change colors?
Or does it stay behind the infinite walls of the mind?

At the end of the stage play, we are judged by our performance
Excellent, bad, wonderful, or trash!
What would I be rated at last?

FRIENDS II

‘I’ll be there for you’ of Rembrandts used to be the exact feeling that I had about friendship
In fact most of the people around us would agree

Parents said ‘keep a distance’- just to ensure that we don’t get hurt
But we reprimanded them for saying that
We were basking in the intimacy with our gang of friends
The best days spent together
The worst days of fighting over things
And the glory of getting back together again

School, Tutions, Hostel, College, Workplace, Neighbours, College bus, train, bus stop and where not
We had friends all the way…. girls, boys and kids, uncles and aunties………

Some of them were with you, through thick and thin
Some surprise friendships stayed; and we thought it won’t last
Some faded away with time,
And some still kept in touch, in spite of distance
Some left us- no explanations, pain or regret,

Will I tell my kids the same things?
Will I let them be ‘I’ll be there for you’ to their friends?

Well, I still have few for whom I still sing ‘I’ll be there for you’
Life has not been that hard….but….you never know……….

Hibernation

The period of hibernation is over,
With renewed energy, the blogger embarks on another journey…..

The hibernation was to concentrate on new things,
New things that the body and mind had to get adjusted
Adjustment to varied things that the ram was aware of
Yet kept aside until the thirteenth hour

The fire in the ram is too powerful for the others
Not that it burns or hurts anyone who draws closer
But the ones who cannot take it move away
The horns of the ram are just for caution,
But the ends are blunt

The impulsiveram is not a perfect writer
These words are just an expression of the ram's worst fears and profound joys
Just like the name, it comes on impulse,
Just on impulse

The Betrothal

I looked at that little piece of jewellery,
The round shape that hung on to my ring finger
It was beautiful yet hard,
unique yet strong


The hand that was devoid of any form of adornment before
now had one of the most beautiful stones that earth could produce.

I was definitely awed by its beauty and preciousness,
But when I first saw and felt it,
It wasn’t the value of the stone that I wished for,
But a prayer to have all its attributes in my life forward
The voyage, with my soulmate

Yes, I want it to be beautiful
Hard to break the bond,
a unique relationship that surpasses time

I looked at the little piece of jewellery,
The round shape that hung on to my ring finger,
The hand now held by my mate,
Promising to be with me throughout the journey called life

FLOW OF WORDS II

Never did I expect the words to bring peace of mind to a soul,
Never did I know that I could be sketched with those words,
And never did I imagine that these words would finally bring me what I wanted
But yes, this is no more a dream, it’s my REALITY!!

Some formation of words, my creations had to go to the fires,
I was wrong, and the realization made me remove my false ideas into the deep flames,
But i cherished my other formations, which will not even carry a spot of dust!!
The ones in the fire will never be remembered,
And the ones I hold will never be forgotten.

Never did I realize that I could do what I m doing now
Never did I wish to be like that
And never did I foresee that these words could lighten my burden
But yes, this is no more a dream, it’s my REALITY!!

SURE… UNSURE…

The CREEPY shadows are moving away….
It looks like the sun has decided to come out of hibernation……………….
I see things frozen around me all set to melt and bloom

Maybe it’s the in thing in me……or
Maybe it’s the experience
I still don’t want to react to any of these
I’m unsure it’ll stay…. and later look like a fiction of my imagination

Maybe it’s the planets around me
Jupiter moving eastwards, Mars moving towards me
Or my close companion‘Saturn’ moving away

Good or bad, things have changed, within a blink
And there’s hardly any time to pause and take a deep breath
Need to survive with short breaths

Not too sure of the route I’m taking.
But I turn back to study the surroundings.
What if I have to come back the same way, when I realize I was wrong?

The search for the OASIS

When I was let out into the desert,
I was not all alone,
There were many like me, out for the first time,
Yet more confident than me.

Many of them, I knew, and many waited to be introduced,
We took the trail together….. the journey of life……
I was glad they were there through the rough times,
And enjoyin each other’s company when the winds were low,

We were there for each other, and the bond grew………….
However, time ran, and these friends ran with it

When they were able to predict the desert’s temper, they split
Some went with new comers, their loved ones
Some went away…. Silly fights
Some were there, yet they had to move on too……

All of us had to find the OASIS………………..
I could see it.. all green and fleshy and blue waters amidst the dryness
I ran towards my destination, crawled, moved inch by inch
However, every time I thought I had crossed the forever distance
It leaped to new distances, and it beckoned from far.

Am now all alone, and my feet are bare and bruised
My baked body has lost all its moisture, void of nutrition and love,
Am not sure if my friends have reached their destination
I know I still have not…. I have to……

The pain in my legs is excruciating, yet I pray to the almighty and move forward
Am alone, I need to survive, so I move inch by inch
Better late than never.
I cross the desert, now all alone, to find my OASIS.

One day I will…………………and I hope I meet all of them there….

Stranger in cyberspace

I was new to that part of the world
A world of words and formation of sentences of ones own likeness
It didnt have to be grammatically correct, nor did it have rules and specifications
You could just write everything, and there was lot of help technically for freshers like me, to make it look presentable

I took to writing, or infact a coloqial word as blogging, at a vulnerale point
a saturation point of 'just taking things the way it happens'
The Arien in me woke up, no wonder this space was named afer the zodiac
It had to vent out, and i vomitted it to this space

The space wouldnt have been appreciated by the so called 'positive thinkers' of the world
so didnt expect anything less than an advice, insult or criticism
Maybe it was etched in my mind so, and when the paradox happened, it was all too strange

A stranger entered into the private space... the space which still faintly smelt of the new coat of paint that i had given it
praised the work, the hardly 100 words in a jumble thrown into lumps and heaps,
something which i thought only i would comprehend

But, some one among the trillions of the so called bloggers, could empathise....comprehend...patiently read..
Who was he? Did he know me? Was he flirting????
or was it just a mistake when in search of something else?? (You know the way girls think, it just goes on...)

I wanted to ponder, possibly the way he understood the RAM
was not sure of the road i was taking... i had just started...
and before i could even blink, and straighten my back, everything had vanished.....

i stopped there......and let the stranger go....
After all, he was a stranger, wanted to be stranger, and went on to be that!!
I was alone in this space.... and i better be........
The words will keep pouring... and strangers will remain strangers.......

Please...........................this is not a love failure......................
Its just that i dont like strangers.........not any more.............

SLEEP

I want to sleep, a dreamless slumber
Not the kind that’s been bothering me for a very long time.
And keeping me awake for most of the nights

Sleeping seemed to be a punishment.
Punished with weird dreams, of fear and sorrows
Yet I couldn’t remember the torture that I went through when I woke up

I consider the ones who sleep well to be the most blessed ones.
They forget everything for a few hours,
And give in to the luxury of relaxed muscles and vaccum and beautiful dreams

Cursed are the ones like me, who can not even give in to that luxury....................................

O Sleep.... i miss thee!

Love Letters – A review

My view about Chennai has just been altered, after realizing the taste that the city holds for theatre. Been for a few plays in the last few months, which was a breath of fresh air after a period of ‘not knowing what to do during weekends’, and then came the big Metroplus Fest. So it was with great enthusiasm and expectation that I went for ‘Love Letters’. And yes, I can still hear those words; feel the same tears in my eyes, and the experience of being loved and being in love.

The beauty of the whole script just swept me away (as I’m sure it did for the others). Another few feathers to the hat- the cast by Rajat Kapoor and Shernaz Patel, the simplest of simplest themes and backgrounds, humour, with just the perfect voice modulations and simple changes in attire that denoted the passage of time.






Directed by Rahul da Cunha, the story is about Andrew Lad and Melissa Gardner, childhood friends, and their story through life by way of letters, a bondage which could not be terminated by time or distance. They shared their innocent thoughts and ideas and way of life through these love letters. Both were extreme opposites, Andy being a father’s boy, and Melissa portraying the spoilt daughter of divorced parents. Their love grew with the letters, but none of them admitted it either. The passage of time drove them to different worlds, but the letters kept flowing, the love planting its roots deep into emotion….

Andy becomes a lawyer (not to miss a series of flings and affairs in between), to be a man of ‘righteousness and rectitude’, gets married and settled, and continues his dedication to his family and country, whereas Melissa becomes famous with her works of art, traveling across the world, and changing men along the way. The love letters continued, as ‘seasons greetings’, ‘Merry Christmas’, ‘Congratulations’, and ‘are you there?’ messages. Melissa goes through divorces and rehabilitations, and Andy finally becomes the Senator.







In due course, Melissa realizes that Andy is her only love, and tried to express it to Andy in many ways. Andy continued to ignore it by concentrating on his family and work, although Melissa was of utmost importance to him.

Melissa turned into an alcoholic, and lost interest in life, and became depressed day by day.. However, Andy’s letters kept her alive. A meeting after a long time gets them into a one night stand, where both of them confess their love for each other. But Andy continued his dedication to his family and senatorship, and tried to not get deep into it. Melissa, by then has turned into a complete wreck, and moves into her own shell. Andy continued his letters, as he was worried about her. But nobody could bring back Melissa, as she gave herself to the ultimate- Death

The final act could just turn any unemotional person to tears. Andy pours out his heart before the grave of Melissa, writing a letter to her mother, confessing his undying love to her daughter from the time he received the first letter, which was an invitation to a birthday party.

The crowd just applauded to the combination of excellence, beauty and poise. A standing ovation was the perfect gift for the wonderful couple, who were extremely pleased as well with the response from the audience.

My final note about the play- ‘Love Letters’, for sure must have touched a corner of each ones heart, bringing back a lot of memories hidden/ thrown among score of other memories. Some brought tears about lost love, love and distance, some brought laughter, of old childhood friends and crushes, and people who have never met, but still got close with letters and mails. Lot of questions was answered, and a lot of answers brought new questions. I definitely left the ‘Lady Andal School campus’ with both.

DETACHMENT

The rejection hurt…
The no appreciation hurt…..
The back stab was shocking….
The response ‘PRIVACY’ really really hurt….
So I tried to detach myself from anything that may end up in these situations
Ah, but the potholes. How can I fill them??

Rain Showers

I had to fumble around for a fresh piece of paper to write this
To write about the first rain of the monsoon in Chennai











The ever parched earth which took the 43 degrees and beyond,
Devoured the sweet drops from heaven
The smell of the rain slicked mud was divine,
and the dry leaves shed from their abode
To leave behind the green shiny ones

The rumble of the thunder didn’t hurt my ears,
As it promised me more rain

I opened all my windows, which usually brought only pollution, screeching sounds and dirt,
I watched the little drops that stuck to the electric lines and the crows that got their first bath after days…
And also the the happiness of little kids when they splashed their legs in the slushy water
Much to the disapproval of their mothers

The trees waved happily, so did my unkempt hair
The light breeze tickled my body, and I felt refreshed…

My solitary happiness knew no bounds
The few drops of rain washed away some unwanted memories ‘n’thoughts
I sat by the window, watching the gift from heavens
The rain that the city and I wanted badly…

Lonesomeness

I realized that it had finally crept into my life
I could call it Loneliness or solitude…..
Probably I wasn’t used to this feeling before
So it felt outlandish when it crawled in without invitation…..

Some said it was just the feeling, and nothing else….
Some asked me to find a room mate
While some said it was the right time to tie the knot
And a few of them tried to help me out of it









They say that there is a difference between being alone and feeling alone.
What is it that I’m going through?? The first one or the second???
The world wide webbo suggested to convert the moment into singleness rather than loneliness,
Hmmm, I have a friend- ‘dotcom’

I turned back once again…….
And sighed a relief that atleast my shadow accompanied me
Thank you SUN!!

TEARS

The precious little drop of saline water ………..
Something which the Almighty poured in abundance to the female generation
Guess I was voted to be its brand ambassador …
Cos it never stopped flowing………….










Despair was just one of the reasons…
Anger was another…. Even cranky little jokes could make me cry..
Reminiscence into the past being the worst….
It crept in for the good and the bad days

Some found it silly… some found it immature…..
Some found it beautiful.. the crazy ones…I miss them
Some wiped a tear or two…my best ones
Some ensured that it flowed till ‘no more tears’.

The ‘ram’ never speaks out; its in their genes
The pain, the anger and the happiness and the loneliness….
But my valuable drop of water spoke….for all of the above

‘Till death do us part’

DREAMER

I would say ‘never dream’
It’s just a temporary cherished desire
This reverie just goes on and on, and you build on it……….
You pay heed to all inspirational quotes and proverbs about fulfilled dreams,
Successful stories and testimonials….
And the stargaze continues… of colors, achievement,…love ……

Its just a momentary stage,
Of happiness and yearning
And then, the reality bites
Usually at the wrong place
But if the goddess of luck favored you,
You can write your testimonial……..

And for the rest, the unfulfilled dreams were ‘fantastic’ yet ‘hopeless’
Just like the fantasy induced by the opium pipe
And gone after the puff………………………..

One year old!!!

The infant has completed a year,
And the baby received her first gift!!!

Thanks dumpo!!!

Year 2007

As the embers of 2007 are getting prepared to be replaced by a fresh 2008,
The world waits in anticipation and elation for the year that is approaching,

Though every year-end brings a lot of negative energy,
In the form of tsunami, earthquake and terror attacks
Each soul tries to bury the past along with the year,
and plants the new seed of hope in their hearts.

Giant barricades are erected to cloud the evil named pain and sorrow.
And fragrance spread to feel good and motivated
Wishes are sent around…..yes…. sent around
To wish the same for others as well

The mistakes and sins are remembered, just to remind
The dangers of repeating them again
The prayers and kindness are appreciated, just to thank
For the right thought at the time of need.

I evolved some thoughts and moments into a shell called ‘blog’
Some of them contained the ‘grains’, which hurt the shell,
as it made its way into the enclosed shape
while some brought in bright ‘colors’ along with them

I churned and tossed them around, but they remained in the shell
I shed tears unsure of the rationale
I’ve heard of the gem that forms as an aftermath of the extremes
So I wait for the beauty… I wait for the pearl…in confused silence