A getaway to bangalore had been in my mind since long.. Tat too travelling alone... ahaa!! And finally the day arrived... It was the first time tat i was moving by myself... always there would be somone.. bt this time it was jst me me and me... :D nd u kno wat!!!.. i loveddd it for a change... :) altogether a unique change from the regular schedule..
Starting off with my favourite train saga.... As soon as the engine started, i seated myself near the window.. starting to get the feel of the holliday... ;)
aS the enigine spedd off.. i was all ears to hear all the regular music n it... tHe VenDoRs, cHuG cHuG sound, the hooting and lot moree.....
Even as we grow with time.. these are few things which i think keep the child in us alive... :D
Watchin the passng crossings, vehicles waiting to cross, and lush green fields, the lakes, the sea too at times gives such a soothing feeling... :)
And as time passed, the sun needed to say gudbyee.. and night sky spread over like a blanket with the stars woven over it.... tHe stars luked lik diamonds spread over the wavy tressess of an angel....
tHe pole star shone at its best..... brighter than the rest... :)
As my eyes swept over this spectacular site.... they wished to close and walk into the world of dreamss... and by the time they opened .... ahaa.. there i was at my destination... bEnGaLuRuuu..
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Finally Tagged
mY dEaReSt friend had tagged me a lil long time bak... bt alas i could make it jst now.... bT as it goes "bEtTer LaTe ThAn NeVeR" .... :)
Last movie seen in a theater?
Jaane tu ya Jaane Na
What book are you reading?
wAlK iNtO mY pArLoUr.... Anne Hocking
Favorite board game:
m bad at games... hehehe... sNaKe & lAdDeR
Favorite magazine:
pEoPlE, gOoD hOmE & aRcHiEs......
Favorite smells:
tHe Smell of earth.. when the first shower happens... , tHe smell of petrol..., tHe smell of all my fav dishes tat mum makes, tHe smell of "mulla" pu....
Favorite sound:
Hmm.. the sound of... the rustling leaves in a breeze, tHe rain, tHe wavy water "lap lap" on a lake or river...
Worst feeling in the world:
of hurting som1's feelings... Feeling scared of something... Feeling of helplessness....
What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?
"cAn i sLeeP fOr 5mIns MoRe!!" :)
Favorite fast food place:
tHe food court @ Tejaswini... , cOfFee BeAnZ @ Bhavani... Technopark
Future child’s name:
Havnt decided now... gotta find a cute lil one... :)
Finish this statement, “If I had a lot of money I’d…”
bUy all the luxury tat my mom wishes to have... :) sPenD it for pEopLe/oRgAnIsAtIoNs who actually need money.....
Do you drive fast?
Yes, provided the road is super cool... :)
Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
I slEeP wItH my "pInKu" tEdDy....
Favourite drink:
cHocOLaTe mIlKShAkE.....
Do you eat the stem of broccoli?
wAtS tAt!!!!
Storms - Cool or Scary?
cOOl if am safe and if i kNow its not gonna do any harm.. oTherwise undoubtedly sCaRy.......
If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?
hAve done tat during eNgIneErIng..... 't wAs bUrGuNdY..... nD lUkD cOoL..... i JsT luVeD 't... :D
Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in:
Trivandrum
Raipur
Ernakulam
Guntur
Vijaywada
Kollam
Favorite sports to watch:
Cricket , Tennis... Though i hardly make myslf to watch either of em! ;)
One nice thing about the person who sent this to you:
tWo of My FrIeNdS had tagged me for this... one is a VeRy SwEeT & cUtE girly... wHo kNoWs mE qUiTe WelL... aNd tHe OtHeR oNe Is a yOuNg & HaNdSoMe LaD... full of talents.. nd out of tat photography being the superb one...
What’s under your bed?
fLoOr...... :)
Would you like to be born as yourself again?
yUp..... nOoOo dOuBt aT all...... i LuV tHe wAy i Am.... :D
Morning person or night owl?
Night owl ... moRnInG maX i Can SlEeP tIl 7 30....
Over easy or sunny side up?
OvEr EaSy....
Favorite place to relax:
mY bEdDy DaRliNg..... fIlLeD wItH mY pIlLoWs.... aT hOmE
Favorite pie:
CoCoNut pIe.....
Favorite ice cream flavor:
ChOcOlAtE with chocolate chips topping ... ummm.. yUmMyy.....
You pass this tag to: aNtY.... sUzz....
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
bIrThDaY mOnTh.........
Gemini...... the twins.... the two faces of a person....
Great people are born in this month... The Author also belongs to this sunsign... hehe..
Month of Celebration......
cOmEs mId Of JuNe... nd yipppee hurrayy.. comes my bdayyy....
Great people are born in this month... The Author also belongs to this sunsign... hehe..
Month of Celebration......
cOmEs mId Of JuNe... nd yipppee hurrayy.. comes my bdayyy....
Monday, May 12, 2008
Bewitched Night
Besieged by darkness,
Beholding the night sky,
She lay awake...
The sound of the Rustling leaves,
In the soft breeze,
melt her heart...
Memories came tumbling...
Memories of the linked hands,
the sweet giggles,
the hushed murmurs...
Rushing over the corridors,
Sleepy afternoons,
Bunking lectures,
Noisy mess hours....
Time had flown
She was alone....
The place had gone bare
With just her...
She was the “portrait”
At the college square...
Saturday, April 5, 2008
LoVe sInCe DaY 1..... MPK... A TrIbUtE
Life is a journey where we meet many people... Some leave a mark in our lives, others just pass by...
MPK is one such name.... Som1 who left a mark in my life... Som1 who loved me deep... pure..... crystal clear......
From the day i was born, one thing for which i hav never felt tat i missed somthing or was unsatisfied is the amount of clothing i hav in my wardrobe...... the first dress i wore in my life was gifted by this very person.... MPK Uncle... nD the story starts from that instant... nd in fact ends there too....
Distance is never a barrier for love.... "MPK uncl", as i call him, was never near to us.... We hardly met much..... After 18long years of touch through phone calls and letters, i finally gottu meet him during my final year of engineering... I along wit daddy had gone to pick him up at the station.... The instant he saw me on the wheels... he was jst astonished to the max... The lil girl whom he had seen last wearing the "kutty udupu" tat he gifted was now a big girl... The happiness in his eyes was jst remarkable to watch....
nd the love was filled in his eyes as tears...
We spent lovely time together.. He was talking all the while abt my tactics as a baby... Each time he had to talk only abt how i used to call out to him from my room's window to his bedroom window (adjascent house).... "MPK uncleeeeeeeee" Tat too by 5 in the morn.. wen my parents are fast asleep..... And he would be ther, getting ready to go for work.... nd the instant he hears me calling.. he would come to the window nd call out " moluuukuttyy.... gudmorninggg..."
Tat day, as he left our house... he caught my hand and teary eyed, he said " moluu... dont kno wen il b meeting u again.. bt today i feel soo happy tat i could c you.... god bless u"
MPK is one such name.... Som1 who left a mark in my life... Som1 who loved me deep... pure..... crystal clear......
From the day i was born, one thing for which i hav never felt tat i missed somthing or was unsatisfied is the amount of clothing i hav in my wardrobe...... the first dress i wore in my life was gifted by this very person.... MPK Uncle... nD the story starts from that instant... nd in fact ends there too....
Distance is never a barrier for love.... "MPK uncl", as i call him, was never near to us.... We hardly met much..... After 18long years of touch through phone calls and letters, i finally gottu meet him during my final year of engineering... I along wit daddy had gone to pick him up at the station.... The instant he saw me on the wheels... he was jst astonished to the max... The lil girl whom he had seen last wearing the "kutty udupu" tat he gifted was now a big girl... The happiness in his eyes was jst remarkable to watch....
nd the love was filled in his eyes as tears...
We spent lovely time together.. He was talking all the while abt my tactics as a baby... Each time he had to talk only abt how i used to call out to him from my room's window to his bedroom window (adjascent house).... "MPK uncleeeeeeeee" Tat too by 5 in the morn.. wen my parents are fast asleep..... And he would be ther, getting ready to go for work.... nd the instant he hears me calling.. he would come to the window nd call out " moluuukuttyy.... gudmorninggg..."
Tat day, as he left our house... he caught my hand and teary eyed, he said " moluu... dont kno wen il b meeting u again.. bt today i feel soo happy tat i could c you.... god bless u"
Tat was the last time tat i saw him... Then it was always only phone calls... It was then that i came to know of his treatment for cancer... He was a brave man... When the docs stood bak, he awaited life to leave him with all courage...
The day i got the call from my mother.... " moluu.. MPK uncle is no more" ..... i jst froze whr i stood.... it took a while for it to sink nto me..... i had no words... jst silent tears..... silent tears.....
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Ohh!!! The first day at hostell.....
4 years of engineering go hand in hand with the time spent at the second home " our hostel"....
Loaded wit ma bags and books and also a heavy heart i stepped into the hostel.... My mind was overflowing with the thought that how would i stay without my family.... my mum.... Jst the thought filled my eyes.... Buckets wouldnt b enough.... hmm.... Guess, i dint hav an option......
The very first sight.... the warden with her thick glasses on, staring at me... She had the look which said " ohh not another scene maker".... Bfor i could say anything she gave an order to the attender " Take her bags and show her the room".... The attender, a dear old man, obeyed loyally and strode off with my hefty bags.... I had to run behind him to catch up.... After mounting all the steps... atlast we reached the place..."208".... "My room"... i wondered... The door opened and there stood 3 girls.... giving me a cold look... "OOOPSSS!!!! MUMMYYY... " that was the first thing that came into my mind.... I had the very bad feeling tat they wer not happy to c mee... The "dear guy" kept the bags near the bed and left without a word.... I stared at the bags and then at th girls... I gave them my " Best Smile" ..... But i guess it was not tat gud... coz it dint seem to affect them.... Gods grace, right at the moment my dear dear mobile rang... " It was mum.. asking me if al was fine... it was time for them to leave". In the midst of all this it had skipped my mind tat my parents will be leaving.... I felt a pang in my heart... It was as if the whole world had come to an end.... I wanted to scream..... Witout a word.. i ran downstairs... I could c mums brows raised..." she was tensed "... i dint want to break in front of them... My brother, the idiot, who never ever gets upset had a face which indicated as if som1 was dead...
"Another second and i would be dead", i thought. I said all was fine with my best ever smile and water running all over my face... tat set the chord..... They all jumped into the car and sped off bfore they knew i made a mess.... Just as we see in the hindi movies, i ran at the top of my speed covering my face, sobbing sobbing sobbing.... I reached the room, witout bothering about the people around, dived to some bloddy bed and cried and cried and cried as if i was dying.........
The roomies where actually a lil shocked at my performance.... All the cold looks softened and one of them sat near me and cajolingly said some few words......That was even more heart-rending.... Another big gasp and weep....
Whew!!! Finally i was tired... i got up and gave them a wobbly smile and had the intro's done... Am not sure if it was the crying that melted their hearts or my beautiful smile... but they seemed too friendly and where more than interested to help me put my bags and stuffs...... fINally as som1 has said... " Alls well that ends well".... the evening went off peacefully... Partially explaining my roomies about my schooling, my friends and my this, my that... am sure they had had enough.. and suggested that we hav dinner.... hehe.......
Now, when i look back at the wonderfull time i spent with those 3 lovely people in my room... aGain its tears tat come... but this time the tears speak a different storyy.... cozz now...I MISS 3.... I MISS 208.... I MISS MY BUNK BED...................................... :)
Loaded wit ma bags and books and also a heavy heart i stepped into the hostel.... My mind was overflowing with the thought that how would i stay without my family.... my mum.... Jst the thought filled my eyes.... Buckets wouldnt b enough.... hmm.... Guess, i dint hav an option......
The very first sight.... the warden with her thick glasses on, staring at me... She had the look which said " ohh not another scene maker".... Bfor i could say anything she gave an order to the attender " Take her bags and show her the room".... The attender, a dear old man, obeyed loyally and strode off with my hefty bags.... I had to run behind him to catch up.... After mounting all the steps... atlast we reached the place..."208".... "My room"... i wondered... The door opened and there stood 3 girls.... giving me a cold look... "OOOPSSS!!!! MUMMYYY... " that was the first thing that came into my mind.... I had the very bad feeling tat they wer not happy to c mee... The "dear guy" kept the bags near the bed and left without a word.... I stared at the bags and then at th girls... I gave them my " Best Smile" ..... But i guess it was not tat gud... coz it dint seem to affect them.... Gods grace, right at the moment my dear dear mobile rang... " It was mum.. asking me if al was fine... it was time for them to leave". In the midst of all this it had skipped my mind tat my parents will be leaving.... I felt a pang in my heart... It was as if the whole world had come to an end.... I wanted to scream..... Witout a word.. i ran downstairs... I could c mums brows raised..." she was tensed "... i dint want to break in front of them... My brother, the idiot, who never ever gets upset had a face which indicated as if som1 was dead...
"Another second and i would be dead", i thought. I said all was fine with my best ever smile and water running all over my face... tat set the chord..... They all jumped into the car and sped off bfore they knew i made a mess.... Just as we see in the hindi movies, i ran at the top of my speed covering my face, sobbing sobbing sobbing.... I reached the room, witout bothering about the people around, dived to some bloddy bed and cried and cried and cried as if i was dying.........
The roomies where actually a lil shocked at my performance.... All the cold looks softened and one of them sat near me and cajolingly said some few words......That was even more heart-rending.... Another big gasp and weep....
Whew!!! Finally i was tired... i got up and gave them a wobbly smile and had the intro's done... Am not sure if it was the crying that melted their hearts or my beautiful smile... but they seemed too friendly and where more than interested to help me put my bags and stuffs...... fINally as som1 has said... " Alls well that ends well".... the evening went off peacefully... Partially explaining my roomies about my schooling, my friends and my this, my that... am sure they had had enough.. and suggested that we hav dinner.... hehe.......
Now, when i look back at the wonderfull time i spent with those 3 lovely people in my room... aGain its tears tat come... but this time the tears speak a different storyy.... cozz now...I MISS 3.... I MISS 208.... I MISS MY BUNK BED...................................... :)
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Life's Reality..............
It was weekend and i was at home... and i was trying to use the weekend effectively..... Then suddenly the bulb over my head glowed and i thought of tidying up my room, the cupboards, table and watever tat came my way..... It was a war... i had my weapons.. the broom, the duster, a cloth piece and finally a brush to reach out the corners...... ;)
The tidying up went on for an hour and a half. Once it was almost done, i had a lot of unwanted items piled up on the floor...... They included papers, clothes, broken pencils, painting boxes, my old bedsheet and few more such stuffs..... well, the problem here was tat i dint have place to keep all of them in my room....
I started making a fuss over it... Walking all over the house " and making all sort of comments " like " oh god.... not even a single space to keep my stuffs " .... cant we geta few more cupboards or cant this house give a little more space... ooofffffffffooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!"
As i was walking around.... our 60 yr old maid " omana chechi", was staring at me. She had the broom in her hand...... Though the wrinkles on her face showed her age, she was very strong physically....... i noticed the glint in her eyes when i spoke about the lack of space.....
Then without a word she continued cleaning.... I was a lil curious.... i wanted to know what had gone through her mind... though i felt that i knew...... So i went near her and asked her, " wat she was thinking!!!!".....
She gave me a smile and said " we are 8 people staying in my hut beside the canal.... And it has got jst 2 rooms.... a room wher we all sleep, another where we cook.... all of us have got our clothes, accessories and other things which is kept in those 2 rooms....
And here there are so many rooms and cupboards ... still you say tat there is no space.... She had a smile on her face..... A smile which said it all.... Well, i had no words for her..... i smiled back and adjusted those stuffs in my cupboard itself.....
Later in the afternoon as i lay on the couch, munching the chocolate and switching through the channels in the idiot box, i had her words running in my mind " Wasnt she correct!!" i wondered, " There is so much comfort around us but still we find faults for small things without giving a thought to how others with half of these comforts, adjust in life...." This is somethingwhich am sure all of us come through in life... A truth which cannot be and should not be neglected......
The tidying up went on for an hour and a half. Once it was almost done, i had a lot of unwanted items piled up on the floor...... They included papers, clothes, broken pencils, painting boxes, my old bedsheet and few more such stuffs..... well, the problem here was tat i dint have place to keep all of them in my room....
I started making a fuss over it... Walking all over the house " and making all sort of comments " like " oh god.... not even a single space to keep my stuffs " .... cant we geta few more cupboards or cant this house give a little more space... ooofffffffffooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!"
As i was walking around.... our 60 yr old maid " omana chechi", was staring at me. She had the broom in her hand...... Though the wrinkles on her face showed her age, she was very strong physically....... i noticed the glint in her eyes when i spoke about the lack of space.....
Then without a word she continued cleaning.... I was a lil curious.... i wanted to know what had gone through her mind... though i felt that i knew...... So i went near her and asked her, " wat she was thinking!!!!".....
She gave me a smile and said " we are 8 people staying in my hut beside the canal.... And it has got jst 2 rooms.... a room wher we all sleep, another where we cook.... all of us have got our clothes, accessories and other things which is kept in those 2 rooms....
And here there are so many rooms and cupboards ... still you say tat there is no space.... She had a smile on her face..... A smile which said it all.... Well, i had no words for her..... i smiled back and adjusted those stuffs in my cupboard itself.....
Later in the afternoon as i lay on the couch, munching the chocolate and switching through the channels in the idiot box, i had her words running in my mind " Wasnt she correct!!" i wondered, " There is so much comfort around us but still we find faults for small things without giving a thought to how others with half of these comforts, adjust in life...." This is somethingwhich am sure all of us come through in life... A truth which cannot be and should not be neglected......
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