sLow pRoceSsor

2011-10-09T12:32:00.000-07:00

Touch my hands and remember,

You are familiar here..

The green lines in your palm,

are not new to me..

Life was rolling,

dear, we knew each other before!

In a dream of fog,

we had met before we actually met
and had talked as if we knew forever...

2011-09-19T21:36:00.000-07:00

Nothing has been changed,

I still walk in the air,

over the rushing, roaring crowd,

and hear beckoning voices from inside..

Nothing has been changed,

Despite many trials, I keep falling down

the wounds may be new,

but the pain is always the same..

Reverie

2011-05-19T01:54:00.000-07:00

Lights have turned off suddenly,
my voice has gone somewhere afar,
the sky, the beautiful earth,
the singing birds,the river,
everything vanished in my front..

I rose above the ground,
in the wind,higher and higher,
slowly,empty..

A cloud of summer,
a kite detached,and
there is no 'I'
nor 'you'

far into an island,
will I fall,a new drop of life?
or would I land up
with angels, everafter in heaven?

Writing a kite

2011-05-06T03:43:00.000-07:00

"There is magic",you said: "in lines and curves,
slanting,bending, and rounding,
From tears, they bring petals of roses,
and in cages they make garlands of throne!"

"They are indelible words", you reminded:
"sketches of promises,
made on stones!"

I then, went on dreaming
about kites,touching the sky,
and the blue in my hands..

Candles

2011-04-27T01:37:00.000-07:00

From all those things,
that comes and goes
I Pick the trails,
and make candles.

When night's heavy rain,
takes away the light,
I light my candles.

To see life,through
the flickering flame.
To see it dancing,
over the bigger shade..

after

2011-04-19T09:08:00.000-07:00

There was heavy rain,
then flooded the men,
into an island,far to reach
As an aftermath,
life changed into a bowl,
of the bread,
and drops of thirst

Dreams were forgotten,
for another life.
Then, turned the wheel,
a day at a time,
drop by drop..

Where are you?
The charm of my kingdom?
The companions in the light?
The aroma of future?
The past,the secrets?

Succumbs life,
sometimes,
at its will!
Imagine, at the edge of a hill,
and in the darkness inside a shell,
That day which pressed us into
another land, another way!!!
Alone,hands tied,heart throbbed,
and high speed scenes
of past passing astray!!

When we wake up
from slumber,
would everything be a dream?
and would they let us
run into our childhood home?
no its not..
We have surrendered to the throne!
the rule is not always fair!
the game has it, its own ways!

if only the dreams could survive,
if the flame would keep burning,
till the time comes,
for the eyes to close,
& dreams to fly into its nest,
eternal nest!

Rain

2011-03-30T01:25:00.000-07:00

Shower of a rain,
over the melancholic life,
of a burning summer!

I longed for my old home,
night of memories,
the butterflies inside,
and an enticing song
of rain playing over the roof!

On being without words

2011-03-25T01:39:00.000-07:00

Words are unreliable beings. Sometimes they rush into the throat, straining the nerves, like the feeling around the eyes before it tears. Sometimes they move fingers under their power, and letters happily sprinkle like kids running to embrace the first monsoon rain.
Sometimes, they twist many a tongue and bend too many hearts at once. They crowd at times and make it to a jargon at last.
And then, comes the unwelcomed period of silence. I then, wonder what have now made them dump my spirit into this seemingly never ending silence? I was all set for a spring of words,with the colour of soul, as pure as this love, and I find everything empty to voice out.I look into my bare hands, and my helpless fingers close in despair.

Green life

2011-03-16T00:00:00.000-07:00

Green embraces,
quietly,the night's rain..
And when it dawns
gifts flowers bloomed last night..

Dew drops, of seven
in shared rhythm,
dances in the air,
on tulips, like butterflies.

As red sprinkles
in the evening , west
birds return to rest.

Night's rain sings,
without voice,
for the birds that sleep,
and the flowers that wait..

Unnoticed, undisturbed
life continues..

voices

2011-03-15T11:57:00.000-07:00

Through the window of sun rays & shades,
laughter and pride of a day disappear.
Then,as in every night, like all these years,
I try to forget a face that was not mine.

native

2011-02-26T19:57:00.000-08:00

Is the song of the saint,mine?
Dark woods in my dream and home,
escape of a God and the nest in your arm?
are all the same?

its not like a leaf..

2011-02-17T06:44:00.000-08:00

Its a burden,the bridge,
the strings between,
that connect,that divide!
Yet can they, at my will,
detach suffering
from soul,
with the same ease,
slowness and peace
of a leaf,
silently falling
into an autumn eve?

fog

2011-02-12T07:56:00.000-08:00

Do you dream too
of cradles,
of the black out & a step?
the dreams that repeat?
in the dust & friction,
do u dream too,
of the velvety green edges,
the creepers that touch,
yellow blooms
at the slender green tip,
the old rocky steps,
that you descend in the rain.

green

2011-01-26T08:07:00.000-08:00

In an afternoon nap,
resting in mother green's lap,
a little kid dreamed.

a newly grown paddy field,
lying down till the eyes can reach,
green slender leaves,
dancing in the lime sun,
to the tune of harvest.

with the coastal wind,
passed a cloud.
One, two, three..
sprinkled drops from sky.

Alas! from the dream,
gotten up and cried,
little kid, annoyed
when found everything gone!

Only a naughty little wind,
peeping through the windows,
left,a tender leaf, green!
But, nowhere there,
any tree near!

The curtains danced,
in the wind,
hiding inside,
green tints of a dream..

Two worlds..

2011-01-17T07:06:00.000-08:00

The transparent separation
between,two worlds;
Real and virtual conflicts
undulating and urging
for a form..
The hidden complementing
power of inner silence,
trading uncertainties,
conquering loudness,outside.

The farewell...

2011-01-12T09:31:00.000-08:00

Equations left the ink,
ink evaporated,
paper dried up,
eventually words died..

They were counted,
the dead sum of all,
piled up on one another,
packed appreciably well,
without tears leaking like hell,
Tomorrow's will be a very big sale..

Yet some thing was left over,
A broken mirror,
of an outpouring red!
Is life or death,
the greater ecstasy?

Light

2010-12-28T07:14:00.000-08:00

Light
light and light
everywhere

Two eyes
too ignorant
wished for a moment
for, in the light
if Disappeared
'I'

the waiting

2010-12-04T00:21:00.000-08:00

For a while
Come back,
to the woods..

Savor the green,
for you are the wet brown earth..
hold hands,
you need this,
shelter,
the warmth,
its raining..

Rebirth

2010-12-02T09:35:00.001-08:00

Then,
As the night approaches,
forget the war.

Curl around
in the wrap of sleep,
a dream of womb,prayer,rebirth...

tic tic

2010-11-30T07:17:00.001-08:00

You are a very close stranger,
at any time,
strange enough to disappear,
yet too close to leave a scar..

To my child

2010-11-27T00:25:00.001-08:00

I remembered
my child,
I then, remember
a time,
when I was not me.

I'm not timid,
you are here,
forever tinkling inside,
yet too shy,
to come..

others

2010-11-25T09:56:00.002-08:00

I weigh everything
cautious, my moves.
yet, counts go wrong,
things slip away,
through which finger gap?
I don't know!
then, everything ends..

I try to stamp it ,
bruise on its very face,
crush, crash, strangulate
KILL the urge...!!!
But, why I still need them,
others..

a memory..

2010-11-15T08:30:00.000-08:00

I remember,
that glimpse,
at a rusty gate,
of rain on your face
what a wonderful night!

The night of a full moon

2010-10-27T23:21:00.000-07:00

Its my night tonight, I can hear him whistling . He might be there at
the border of the woods where the river crosses, waiting for nobody but me.I am
completely sure of what I am going to do now, that is to cover my
bedsheet over the bed pillows enough to look like how I crawl into
while asleep (if in case my mom would check), to toe walk like a cat
through the living room and the kitchen and to run to him soon after I
cross the gate.

He is of the woods and I belong to the mainland. He is perfectly dark
and I am a bit fairer.He is a lot more fatter and i am the thinnest
in my tribe.He is the wildest friend I have ever got and the wildest
friend anybody can ever get.So pure and untouched by human cowardice.
We speak two separate languages that coincide and merge when ever
and how ever we wish.I say 'I love you' and he lifts his big nose to say
that.I say, 'I am sorry' and he brings down his long nose to the ground
for the same.When it is about sunrise and the time arrives for me to
leave, I say 'Good Bye' and he tears his eyes to tell me not to go.He
takes me to the woods in the nights of full moon and get me down on a big
tree trunk.There I sit and he shows me how they dance in their tribe.

Do you know how we met? I found him near the border, wounded. I did
what ever crazy things I could to stop his pain, I crushed some leaves
and spilled the juice over the wound. But You don't know how big he is and he
giggled at what I was doing. Finally I had to go back, convince my
friend who is a doctor and take her to treat him.That worked!
Do u know how in their tribe they say 'thank you' ? Its a long say.It
starts with a simple tear that spills down from his brown eyes and a long
gentle touch over my cheeks, my hands and then over my forehead with
the tip of his nose.It proceeds with him bringing me every time the
purest fruits and purest of the sweetest honey I ever had in life,and it
goes on for ever after.Thats why he is the wildest friend I have ever got and the wildest friend anybody can ever get.

Have you ever spend a thick night in a home near the woods and couldn't resist
the call of the woods? Have you ever dreamed of making bonds with an
elephant in the woods and then accidentally met a wounded one
which you had to help and later befriend for ever after?Have you ever had a ride over a wild elephant on the night of a full moon?

I must be a compulsive liar. But its my night
tonight, I can hear him whistling for me.

Rebirth

2010-10-06T21:55:00.000-07:00

The black rocky steps, with green patches at the edges descended into a very old and sacred yet abandoned lake. A lake that stays still as if in an eternal meditation. The wet icy coolness under the bare feet was a sign of homecoming. A sign that time stops here and an eternal search has finally reached its destiny.

This is a solitary journey.
A journey backwards, to go back to the beginning.

The hibiscus flowers on the sidewalls are peeping through dark green leaves. There is no sign of human inhabitation or no where a bird is singing. The lake beckoning the fate that passes over her through the ages. Sleeping in its bottom are answers to questions of my life time. It is almost sunset and it is only me. The myriad colors , blending with each other and the foamy clouds setting the sun in silence; a moment that was ever in search for. As time and space disappear like the varied colors getting dissolved in the lake, memories begin to drizzle slowly over the lake and over my solitude. The memories that heal. The memories that embrace my soul as if a very dear friend I always wished to be beside has finally arrived.

Miles and miles far in another land, the late night rain was playing a forgotten yet familiar tune; the consonance of a low beating rhythm. The drift of rain on the road appeared like a never ending crystal fish . The yellow lights fell on the lonely road and splattered in the rain water. What If I could go back to childhood now and ask if the rain would ever carry the yellow out of the light and then what will be the hue of the light after that?

Rain is a mask under which lies a mellow voice, that speaks about the many dreams being shattered like the yellow light in the rain; about the many rainy nights in which dreamers die or kill themselves. When the abandoned dreams are wandering like paper boats in the rain; would there be someone at the other end of the rain waiting to pick them up, make them straight and lead their way to a greater destiny?

I love this rain, for her hands can cures every pain; for there is life in magical touch. For me, the rain was more important than the very moment in this transitory space . The rain was a back ground, that veiled the cries of the night. Rain was a liar too for I was told life is as simple as this melodic moment. I believed it because I knew that it is pointless to question the beauty of any spontaneous moment of happiness, no matter how short it is.

I don’t remember, if at that moment, I had actually existed there in the rain or was it ages far, a dream or a memory.It is the beginning.

in the sunset

2010-10-01T01:31:00.001-07:00

These days,
in the sunset
I don't see the dark sky in your eyes,
Its only orange, red , yellow.

These days,
while the sprinkling pebbles dance,
over the green and the city's brown,
I swing along,like a curious kid in the yard,
yet I don't wish if you were here, wet..

These days,
While the city sleeps,
I don't dream of that beautiful dream,
An early morning dream,
when a dream leaves home,
in search of its dreamer..

heavenly rains..

2010-08-29T21:51:00.000-07:00

If I walk from my home & take a left turn down, the tenth house is his. That is where I go every Sunday afternoon. We see everyday at college, in the library, or sometimes in the canteen or during his short visits to my grand father for returning books. But meeting him outside his house is very different from otherwise. Every time, we do this to find us lingering about it later for the ignorance of the rest of the world of our silent connection.

We may share a silent smile. Sometimes, looking at me, he would scratch his forehead softly or move his fingers over the grey hairs and take back his eyes with an invisible smile. In return, I may pass a short eye twitch. For a moment, we disappear in each other and for a while,we leave the rest of the world as an insignificant drama .

But everything is different when we meet at his house, which I call a heavenly meeting. His house is made with bricks of polished rocks and climbing green plants that blooms out yellow and pink in springs. There is a brown wooden book shelf and a table covered with new papers and magazines. The kitchen is tidy and smells like lemon. There are only short walls and no doors but a lot of windows. The windows through which the creepy leaves peeps out.

He stays there with a kitten, a lady dog and nobody else. In the bedroom painted with sky, he sits and writes about things I rarely comprehend. He speaks very little at college, but If you visit him home, he will never make you tired. Since one year my entire Sundays are spent in his ‘little ramshackle’, that’s how he calls it. He makes tea for me. We tell stories of past or other interesting stories. I may lie down on his lap while he reads something. In rainy evenings, when I hesitate to get up to go home, he pinches my ears like my father used to do when I was a kid. His fingers are slender, long and warm. To hold them in mine and sit beside him when it rains is what I call ‘the heavenly sit’and the rain that sprays into the veranda where we sit is what we call, ‘the naughty rain of the heavenly hut’.

Today, when I am sitting at his house, it is raining outside and the house is no longer silent. The kids are running around and pulling each other. He is looking handsome in a white pajama and playing with them. Unlike the other days, his grey hairs are dyed black, it is some thing that he does to make wife happy. His wife, a fair plump lady in purple saari is making Hulwa for him. I remembered that he does not like it when it is raining.

It is a family gathering after a long time where I am his student who stepped in as an uninvited guest. All are in a mood to celebrate. A little girl comes to me with a kitten and asks my help to tie a chain to its neck. I look at the ‘heavenly kitten’ and remembered its possessive mews during the times I used to spend with him.

He comes closer to me and ties the chain in the kitten’s neck. She mews again for a reason only I know. The little girl claps her hands and jumps saying , ‘Thanks Papa, my sweet papa’.

When I node my head, I can see him looking at my eyes. My eyes are darkening and I am not hearing the people talking. Are we going to share a silent smile? Is he going to scratch his forehead and look away with a soft smile ? Are we going to disappear in each other for a moment while the rest of the world is looking somewhere?

The rain has stopped now and it smelled of earth.

'S' of the 'She'

2010-08-10T02:05:00.000-07:00

A beautiful girl
born after the sign of stain,
Named as 'S',
The very 's' as in 'she',

In a collapsed night's red,
If 'he' vanishes..
Let the 'S' be 'she'
The She' without 'he'.
The very sign,
of the stain,
of the curve,
and of all the craving.

strategies

2010-08-05T03:24:00.000-07:00

About unpromising edges
and caterpillar circus.

About boredom
and exploration of waiting.

About walking in the darkness,
and miracle of an unexpected step.

About ignorance of time,
in the unworthiness of life.

About the illogicality of my strategies
and the game called life!

Utopian dreamers

2010-07-11T05:09:00.000-07:00

Loneliness, like silence, is a rare possession these days. The world is too noisy and too crowded. How I like to strive to be alone, in my own world, to lock the room from inside and to bury myself into a kind of lovely silence that fill deeper and deeper.Sometimes I feel, that I was not made for this world, I doubt I was walking too slowly through another bygone age,too slow that the time had passed faster, people have changed and I am a stranger in a new world. I may wake up from a dream and think I was living in it, wondering which was actually the 'dream', the wakefulness or the sleep??

cats

2010-06-25T09:31:00.001-07:00

do you know the art of undreaming?
the art of unloving?
I learned it from a cat,
a black cat that bites occasionally.

I'm not a lover,
but I live near the beginning of a lover's grave!

WORDS..

2010-05-15T23:36:00.000-07:00

Unexpectedly ,
i cry at my words,
the impossibility of my words,
the trembling letters,
the indelible scratches,
the irreparable errors..

words,
The choking pressure of words..

words,
grey tints,
of my broken faith..

The words
i have once written
on some dark sea shore,
on the misty sand..

like an abandoned kid,
at last,
words,
have come back,
searching me..
pricking every point..

Lately i realize my space here,
the seemingly empty space..

inconsistencies..

2010-05-10T07:38:00.001-07:00

An unwed widow of an unknown past,
cried all the night for her mistaken lust.
God wondered when she got married?
messengers were sent,
the midnight explored,
Oh! with broken wings,
the angels surrendered..
With kneeling hands,
the widow bowed..
her distinguishing cry,
that bridal strider,
echoed for ages..
Her desire unknown,
The God sat confused!

Something

2010-04-10T06:31:00.000-07:00

LOve is a picture,
You knew it,
Then, why did You tear it?

For your merCy
it stayed for a while in your hands..
crieD
or Died..
i don't know
You don'T Know either..
don't BothEr..

It sounDs like A cry
Cry of Abandoned fears..
If it follows you,
dig it down
for soon it may haunt,
through the winter..

My things that aren't mine..

2010-04-03T11:16:00.000-07:00

I crave for it,
I hold it tight,
I cry when it's gone..

The things,
impermanent..

HoW my TiMe PaSSes...

2010-03-30T10:46:00.000-07:00

searching,
for something that never was there..
for something that never was there..
I wonder if that is all I do..

waiting,
as if in a dream,
for someone,
who has already left,
for someone,
who has already left,
I wonder if that is all I do..

Days may shed,
My color would fade,
But
standing still forever,
Would I be waiting,
for a day that was already over?
for a day that was already over?

For some among us,

2010-03-28T02:36:00.000-07:00

Upside down,
sometimes things may turn,
for the things that stay the same,
Let us move on and live.

Live,
for the morning sun,
for the lonely moonlit nights,
for the monsoon rain..
for the thunderstorm splash..
for the green shades,
for the violet,mist and others..

Upside down,
things may turn,
& lets not quit,
for the life is not just black and white..

a slow learner

2010-03-22T06:38:00.000-07:00

Inside my book..
sleeps a broken wing,
of a butterfly, dead.

why am I walking back..
holding my childhood bag..

Its too late,
but some one teach me life..

2010-03-15T07:19:00.000-07:00

I may be a house where distant memories rest, or a dream inside another dream..
The smell of earth holds me back from flying and the memory of a dream called life keeps me walking..

The Woman of 'My Life'

2010-03-08T04:50:00.000-08:00

Till now I was happily and peacefully sitting here, welcoming the twilight , welcoming the weekend.But, now I am restless.My mind wandered while I pretended to listen to my daughter speaking the day's stories.

To tell you my story, My life had only very few turning points.But at every turning, there stood a woman,if not to join my journey,then, to leave a void in my space.

Back in college, the coolness of her slender fingers taught me the meaning of love and later the pangs of separation.When she got married, I had to walk away with the reminiscence of shattered promises. I thought my life would never be the same again.But slowly,in the clouds of time, memories faded and I learned to look at the morning sun with new hopes.

One day , she came..
With the quietness she possessed, my wounds were healed.I could never find a lover in her.But she was my best friend,my strength and my wife.
Some women are like the sea.

She gave me Eisha but couldn't stay long to see her beautiful baby growing up.

Eisha walks like her mother.Her softness is the same.A daughter she is to me, but at times, something beyond words.I could never replace her mother, nor I was a perfect dad.But If I can call this , 'my life' , it is only because of what she had inherited..
Those wonderful eyes, no doubt, her mother's grace!Poignant.

past and forth.

2010-02-21T07:30:00.000-08:00

Till the last memory,
I was a kid,
the one to open up everything first..
the fruit baskets,
the kitchen doors,
the strawberry lips..
Don't know where i lost the way,
age struck some where.
The cry of a cage,
I made a wet rhythm.

A prayer was it,
to conceive the morning Sun!
"if morbid, brownish sky
vanished out this evening.
if a new rain could wash away the past,
if i could creep away ,leaving the skin behind.
then,surely,
Like a bird to its nest in the evening red,
my soul would find me, tonight".

Once upon a time , a tree.

2010-02-15T06:13:00.000-08:00

Seasons made,
the heaven a bride.
A tree,
yellow,green,red, brown and blue,
yet,never had a name.

a silent prayer,it stood
amidst storms many.
for a name,couldn't it hurry,
nor shed a sigh in worry..

The heaven's bride,
a tree,
yet, never had a name.

All I wish for this Christmas..

2009-12-07T07:58:00.000-08:00

Christmas!!
The best time of the year!
For the blue misty dreams,the fantasy of Santa's Big gift box!!
No other time , there are more stars in the earth than in the sky!!
I love Christmas!!!

This is my last Christmas as a bachelorette.I want to do a lot many things this time.I may not do all of them, but still I wanna wish that I will do all of them!!
I wanna jump a lot, run a lot and laugh a lot with my friends.
I wanna make fun of all my pals, I wanna grab a thousand gifts from santa..
I wanna play throwing snow balls at others..
I wanna be a kid..
always during Christmas..
and the rest of the times.

I don't know if my wishes are foolish. I don't know.
To be truthful , All I want is to go Home..
All I want is my mom, my sister and my dad under one roof , at least for one day and night..
I want us to be together , forgetting all those who have come to our life afterwards, forgetting the rest of the world and to be together like we used to be when we were kids and they used to be when they were all we had!!!

Now,they getting older, and their children are going far away, I wish this Christmas we would be able to be there for each other,share a dinner there at our sweet little home..

A wish..

2009-11-28T02:04:00.000-08:00

A dew drops's dream,
thats our life.
yet we weave,
new dreams, new dreams..

All I wish to see,
Our little kingdom of love,
standing amidst the storm..
no matter we stay or decay..

for you my abandoned child...

2009-11-13T23:01:00.001-08:00

Childhood is your right, my child.
But, how cruel I made your life a miserable fight?
How cruel, I walked away from you without a second thought?

I saw you today, yesterday and I will see you tomorrow also.
You will be standing there where ever I go.

Your ragged clothes, unbrushed teeth, bare rough feet..
and your never dying belief in my already died humanity..

Like a night mare you will follow my life, until I decide to look at your eyes..

PS: Today is children's day.

Orphaned,abandoned,bruised,raped,denied of food-clothes-childhood-education...Thats the pathetic life children live save some fortunate ones.
I think we can do something about it,we must do.
I wish you would post comments regarding your viewpoints about what simple actions we can take to bring some change in their life..to get them back their lost childhood.

illusion

2009-11-12T00:11:00.000-08:00

remember,
we aren't one,
we weren't.
we will not be.
Yet we think we are..

love is light,
a very deep sight..

Song of The season

2009-10-31T01:18:00.000-07:00

Of all the seasons,
this autumn, I love
where you came in,
reminding a mellow tune..

Of all the sunshine,
your smile, I love
and of all the castles,
our little ramshackle..

The seasons are gonna change,
like the colors of spring,
But I will stand still,
beside you,
for, of all the seasons,
I love this autumn,
where you came in..

fulfilling ...

2009-10-28T06:36:00.000-07:00

forget it for today,
few big things,
the rewards,
those awards,

I don't know how,
But I believe,
You would see happiness
out of emptiness, I assure.

its a couple of precious moments,
just a handful of tears and smiles,
and Nothing gonna stay till dawn,
Nothing gonna come back again..

ദൂരം

2009-10-01T00:13:00.000-07:00

നിലയ്ക്കാത്ത സ്നേഹത്തിരമാലകളിലൂടെ
വാല്‍സല്യ ച്ചുഴികളിലെയ്ക്ക് ആഴ്ന്നാഴ്ന്നു തീരുമോ?
നിന്നിലേക്കുള്ള ദൂരം

നനവാര്‍ന്ന നിലാസ്പര്‍ശം
അലിവിന്റെ ഒരു നോട്ടം
നിഴലായി അലിഞ്ഞു ചേരും നിശ്ബ്ദംമായി
പിന്നെ മഴചാര്‍ത്ത്തുകളുടെ കുളിരാകും
കാണാതെ കാണും
കേള്‍ക്കാതെ കേള്‍ക്കും
നിന്നെ ചുറ്റിത്തിരിഞ്ഞു നില്‍ക്കും ഒരു കാറ്റായി ..

Miles..

The miles between you and me,
dissolve in the depth of unconditional love..
A wet moonlit touch,
The soothing eyes,
Silently my shadow will enter into yours,
to listen the pauses,
to see the hidden,
here, around you, from now on
I am a wind, for you, forever

Oh My My My..

2009-09-16T07:30:00.000-07:00

I wanna go back,
to the nest of warmth,
my mother's womb..

I wanna slip from here,
to fall into you,
my little princess,
Oh my my my my,
Oh my sweet childhood,
I need you back,
Please come back..

I wanna run, run, run,
i wanna break my knees,
I wanna cry like crap,
I wanna teach the plants,
I wanna eat with chicks,
I need you again,
Oh my, my, my, my
Oh My sweet childhood,
Please come back..

My Guava tree flights,
My thousand cramps,
My Green paddy breeze,
My Thick raindrop bushes,
My Chainless sky
My wet dreamy dawn,
My orange Bowl,
At the grey bald hill,
Oh My, my, my, my,
Oh My sweet childhood,
Right now, come back

My butterfly mirror,
My sweet little lamb,
my one day's friend,
My dark clay balls,
The sparrow in my book,
My run-away parrot,
Oh My, My, my, my
My sweet little princess,
I need you back,
Right now,back..

Good times

2009-08-31T09:26:00.000-07:00

I have a smile for you,my life,
An innocent smile..

The feathers whisper
Your voice,here
In the leave's murmur..
I can hear,
You,a heart beat near..

I have a smile for you,my life,
An innocent smile..

Walking past a cloudy beach,
For a memory, I reach
Only to find,
You are here around..

I have a smile for you,my life,
An innocent smile..

Rise again,
My Yellow friend,
Its the break of dawn!

From my nest,
this song will fly,
& Colors will blossom..

I ain't the one, I wished for,
yet, I wanna be the one,you wished for..
I have a smile for you,my life,
An innocent smile..

Sunday - Life Unexamined

2009-08-30T11:09:00.000-07:00

Last week I tried slack lining through the long water pipe line on the terrace and was just cool.I am slack piping as if now, but one day I would do it- the original slack lining.

Why on this earth....?

The balancing acts (like walking on the sidelines of terrace without falling) are so much fun primarily because you have only one moment.So you think of nothing but nothing.Secondly,you can play it alone. Its a great stress buster too.But you must be ready to fall often.
People do it differently. I have chosen slack piping. I hope I am light enough for the water pipe.

The original slack lining is not an easy job...
It will be much more fun for sure.
One of million things to do before we leave.

Take a rope, tie one end here and the other end in the moon. Try sLaCk LiNinG...

Have a great week ahead.

A rainbow's dream..

2009-08-27T04:05:00.001-07:00

Deep inside a stream
A rainbow had a dream

Sliding through the snow,
Alas!came, rain roaring
& taken away the colors..

Rainbow cried & cried,
Colors rained & rained,

Deep inside a stream
a rainbow had a dream,
million rainbows floating,
the stream, a princess, flowing..

2009-08-22T00:32:00.000-07:00

If the road has an end,
The end has a bend,
Bend for just a moment,
for everything behind..

do we ever look back?
& wonder why we walk?
:-)

a broken kite
tears overnight,
a butterfly farm,
funeral for ants,
my yellow chicks,
a snowy little lamb,
That was me,
Oh was that me?

nest

2009-08-20T10:56:00.000-07:00

My bourbon chocolates,
My green pasture,
The sparrow chirps,
Roaming curly words
The blank wink of My eyes,
crayons,though bend,
colors, yet to be wet,
autumn violets,
dew drop's sun,
purple kites,
narrow snowy streets
and the blue road we walk,
mellow background song,
river side woods,
a winter nest..
a starlit roof,
kindly moon,
its all yours..

2009-08-19T09:57:00.000-07:00

A bird flew out of me,
music turned mellow,
I wasn't a meta morph,
nor a wounded butterfly,
yet, fluttering inside
wispy butterflies, a few.

You came along,
quietly,
we started walking,
I never knew ,when.

Its me,
running a river,
riding a rain,
pouring dew drops,
coloring every dream,
endless stream!

Am I dreaming?
we started walking,
I never knew, when.

The Most Beautiful.

2009-08-14T11:00:00.000-07:00

Vishwa Dharini is her name.The name of a Goddess. We call her Vishwa. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever known.

Vishwa, a 3 year old cute girl, smiles always.You know, its a light on her face!

I met her at Spastic Society of Tamil Nadu. I was an internee there.
She cannot move her body,she doesn't walk, she doesn't talk and God is great, How she smiles????
You must see her smile, Its a light.
Yeah, a light into my unforgivable egos and never ending list of complaints.

Her grandma is a short, slim and fair lady.Grandma is really beautiful, so as her name, Sundari. We used to call her Vishwa Paati..( Vishwa's grandma)

Vishwa cannot move on her will, paati has to take her to the class rooms.Paati, looks around 70 year old, but you must come and see how she takes care of Vishwa day and night. Once we requested paati,'paati, u must take classes to motivate other parents'.

As her speech therapist, my work was to improve Vishwa's breath support. I would make her lie down on a mat, apply powder on her chest, then make crazy movements over there with my fingers.
This was initially painful for Vishwa and she would start crying!
But, If I sing her favorite song, again the light, the pretty smile..Oh..I bet my life, I will never see such a smile ever again!

I was at Spastic Society of Chennai for only two months.
I made pretty good number of friends there.
I remember 22 year old Cheenu ( Sreenivasan)who started walking at the age of 21.He used to talk a lot about films.I remember Thiru,Aravind, Anand..and I forgot many faces!
I am going to write about them soon, here.

Every child I see in my career comes up with one or the other disability.
But, they never complain.
instead, they smile.
That smile makes me uncomfortable.
What was God's plan when He send these kids to us???

The only disability in life is to have a wrong attitude!
Who has a disability?
Me, You or Vishwa?

Raining inside

2009-08-07T02:35:00.000-07:00

How I wish,
a rainy sunny day..
a million little rainbows,
showering silver crowns

Its a messy crowd,
How i wish,
to pick u up,
my dear silence,
lost in words...
I leap a bit,
quick into you,
then back,
the distance unknown.

mispelled

2009-08-05T09:35:00.000-07:00

Its a layer,
beneath another..
then,yet another,
another...

Life,
I am yet to spell it

In the corner of my eyes
smiled a rainbow..
colors are seven,
only seven? i doubt.
I am yet to spell it - LiFe

ToDaY

2009-07-25T10:11:00.000-07:00

Lessons for today

1) There are a hell lot of things I don't know.
2) There are a hell lot of things I will never be able to know.
3) Most of the things I know are actually the other way round.
4) I am still scared of dogs
5) Nothing belongs to us in this world though it appears to be so.
6) I am a very very slow processor.
7) I need my mother around.

Questions that are wandering inside my little brain,

1)Why was I dump in front of my guide?
2)Her dog was cute and he doesn't even bark,how was it scary then?
3)Why do my brain stops thinking when it is time to start thinking?
4)Will I ever know how much I don't know?

random questions.

2009-07-23T11:32:00.000-07:00

I had a conversation with my NRI friend.
Me: So, how do you spend holidays there?
friend:I spend it with my laptop and mobile.
Me:Is it not boring? Cant you leave the job and come back India.
friend: and do what????
M: do farming..raise cattles..

It was meant to be a joke then,but, now, after 2 days i was thinking over it again. I must admit that most of my weekends are spend in front of my laptop though i don't use my mobile phone much often.

Its been a routine now to switch on the lappy before switching on the lights soon after I enter my room.Starting with my blog, moving to orkut,gtalk...and so on.Gtalk and orkut are now a days boring for me. My facebook account got hacked and it was a real blessing.

This single room of mine in the second floor has got a cool balcony which opens into a greenery, the library and a garden.A fact which I forget often..
To add on, now a days I noticed that I forget to remove/ware one of my ear rings.I take out my room key in front of the elevator as if i'm going to unlock it..Oh No...

I cant do farming.The mud, the smell..
I can only 'eat' from the kindness of farmers of Karnataka and Tamil nadu.

Leave farming,the question is,can I live without a laptop,mobile phone and an internet connection?Last month i spend one week at home without touching my mobile(i was using my father's cool mobile..lol..mine was on roaming!).

Leave cattle raising,can I raise my own kids with the knowledge I have gained so far through experience, books, web or what ever..
My grandma is an illiterate lady and she is the best home maker i have ever seen.

I had cut short my long-hair recently for convenience and one of my close friend was eager to know what would I do if I find my own kids an inconvenience? Well, that was too typical a male question.

Okay, now the real question, Are we(women)not something more than home makers? I had this question popping up more than once this week.Hope I would get some answers..

Better I go, sleep now.

summer

2009-07-21T08:50:00.000-07:00

Oh, my love and lust,
walk into the past
and forget the way

Oh, my love & lust,
my solitude's faithful partners
i left a silent prayer
by your grave,
its summer.

gesture ...

2009-07-16T06:26:00.000-07:00

I've been watching you,
to do what you do
Each move I made,
yeah..
hitting hard at you..

Borrowing You,
your words,
the way you walk,
the side turn,
the olive fragrance
the dry fruits
old rotten jeans
even your subtle eye brow twitch..

I am the most favorite of myself,
I have eaten you up,
You are nowhere
save my gestures!
you, empty handed and lost,
How can you still smile?

not a story of triumph,
nor soaked in tears..
your gesture,
smiling this truth..

Yours is this sky
I have my own..
Here,fly
our wings high..
my uniqueness
and yours..

she.....

2009-07-10T05:54:00.000-07:00

A sea ,she is
Like the waves
Her mysterious veil..

Never let you in
Her secret rooms
In the deepest layer
Never..

The truth was subtle
Settled down
before it was born..

About this girl
Whom you see
Can you utter
A single truth..
Never

A roaring sea
Is all you see
Just the shade of a veil
The truth was subtle
Settled down
Before it was born..

A Post- exam POST

2009-06-29T03:05:00.000-07:00

My exams are over..
:-)
:-)
I had to study hard because I was too lazy to study this semester..

Now,I want to write a post..
a post about being a Girl..
I have a hell lot of things in mind..
:-(
I'm confused!

I don't know my color..but,
its ok..
I can see it from your eyes.

Some say girls are so complicated,I want to argue..But I don't know the truth..

You know,
a girl like me would be dreaming a lot,
to fly ,fly and fly,
but too lazy to try..
:-)

Not all the girls are the same...
some really fly..
some are birds from birth..

some say girls are complicated,
i want to argue,
but i don't know the truth..
so I'm waiting to live a few more years..

Actually I wanted to write here a thanksgiving letter to God
(because I had a lot of luck this time),
but I'm giving up...
i have not lived that much!

My Song ..

2009-06-26T10:43:00.000-07:00

Why is it so?
In my mirror
I see some one else..

Why is it so?
The more I hide
It piles up and up..
It multiplies
and slowly slowly leak

finally,
why was it so?
Like a tree,
I waited for a fallen leaf..

My dear friend
I'm sorry,
forget these blue lines
I wanted to hide
but i'm helpless

I'm going to the beach
The Darkness
& a heavy bag,
soon to be sunken..
Then,
wait for the dawn..
A splendid sunrise
A new beginning..

After every night,
New day is a light..
with a new sight..
new sprouts
new leaves..
awaiting you and me
a thousand more..

A splendid sunrise..
A new beginning..

A beautiful poem by Jane Taylor

2009-06-24T01:59:00.000-07:00

The Violet
Jane Taylor

Down in a green and shady bed
A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head,
As if to hide from view.

And yet it was a lovely flower,
Its colors bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Instead of hiding there.

Yet there it was content to bloom,
In modest tints arrayed;
And there diffused a sweet perfume,
Within the silent shade.

Then let me to the valley go,
This pretty flower to see;
That I may also learn to grow
In sweet humility.

assured..

2009-06-17T21:10:00.000-07:00

Surely
Its all ours
now and forever..

We will walk away
leaving a hole
Never to be filled

But surely
it will follow our way,
a red rose scent..
A reminder it is,
that, surely
You are not a loser
Nor am I..

fine Sunday eves
gulping a sip of coffee,
watching your kids play,
you will remember it

Surely
you'll remember it
all with a smile
& never give a sigh..
Its there with us,
now and forever

A reminder it is,
that, surely
you are not alone
nor am I..

Its all ours..
now and forever..
Surely
You are not a loser,
Nor am I...

Eyes,colors, wind and raining violets

2009-06-08T11:43:00.000-07:00

Its a secret,
Close your blue eyes
see what happens?
Moving darkness,
light or colors??

Two doors
carelessly closed
and then,
streams of spilled colors,
joining hands with tears.
was it a dance?
or they were flying?
That's why
In tears you see rainbows..

I asked the wind,
'If you are angry,
Why cant you blast out?
One blow!! We will be miles and miles apart!
or scold me till I cry!

A silent breeze
a soft snowy touch..
Again that naughty whistle..
raining violets..

Again jealous clouds crying..
That was when,
It really rained!!

Friends,keep smiling..:-)

Shhhh....

2009-06-07T04:16:00.000-07:00

Have you ever felt like this?

All your friends are around.They are talking, laughing, making fun..etc etc.Loud music on the background(optional).A seemingly happy moment in life.But you feel like you are lost in another world.
If so, you are of my kind.

A lot of noise, a lot of talking and 'sound- if too much'..always annoys me!
Fortunately or the other way,I am an audiologist, my patients come with the complaint, 'I am not able to hear well, please do something'.

I enjoy being in the company of my friends.But more than that,i love being left alone.Because I have a world of my own.Loneliness and silence are comfortable here!!
Though not always..

Back to childhood memories..
My sister and I used to sit with some story books. We would either sit or we may lie down on the bed, either case, we keep zero distance between us.There will be complete silence.We will be in our own worlds, the worlds that the words lead us to.Yet the silence was always comfortable.

Now also,I am the one who blabber too much, but my words fails to 'say' what is needed!When she is around I never bother about my words, because she is the only one with whom i can speak without words.

friends,I believe that if we have at least one person who can listen to our silence more than our words, that 'one' is a gift from above...
Am I right?

Have a nice week ahead.

മഴപ്പായാരം....

2009-05-31T05:42:00.000-07:00

കാട്ടില്‍ ആരും കാണാനില്ലാതെ പെയ്യും മഴ , ചീവിടുകളുടെ മഴ.ആ മഴയ്ക്ക് നാട്ടിലെത്തുമ്പോള്‍ മണവും കുളിരും.

നാട്ടില്‍ മഴ പെയ്യുമ്പോള്‍ എന്തെല്ലാം ചെയ്യാം ,
മഴ കാണണം
നനയണോ?
പക്ഷെ ഉറങ്ങണ്ട ...
മഴ തോര്‍ന്നു തുടങ്ങിയാല്‍ വള്ളം ഇറക്കാം ,
ഒരു ചൂട് ചായ നുകരാം ,
ഒരു മലയാളം പാട്ട് കേള്‍ക്കാം ..ഏഷ്യാനെറ്റ്‌ ന്യൂസ്‌ കേള്‍ക്കാം :-)

ഫ്ലാറ്റിലെ മഴക്ക് ജനലോളം വലുപ്പം
ചിലപ്പോള്‍ മഴ ശബ്ദം മാത്രവും.
ജനലരികിലെ മഴയും മഴയല്ലേ ?
മുഖത്തേയ്ക്ക് വെള്ളം തെറിപ്പിക്കുന്ന മഴ എല്ലാടവും ഒന്നല്ലേ ?

നടന്നു വരുമ്പോള്‍ പെട്ടന്ന് പെയ്യുന്ന ചാറ്റല്‍ മഴ
രാത്രിയിലെ നനുത്ത മഴ
പിന്നെ രാവിലെ മടി പിടിപ്പിക്കുന്ന മഴ...
എത്ര എത്ര മഴകള്‍

സന്ധ്യക്ക്‌ മഴ പെയ്യരുത് .... ഗൃഹാതുരതയുണര്‍ത്തുന്ന ആ മഴ മാത്രം വേണ്ട ..
പക്ഷെ പറഞ്ഞാല്‍ കേള്‍ക്കില്ല മഴ .

നാട്ടിലെ മഴ ,
കു‌ടെ കപ്പയും മീനും ....കൊതിയാവുന്നു !
നാട്ടില്‍ മഴ പെയ്തില്ലെന്നു ഉമ്മ പറഞ്ഞു . ഞാന്‍ അവിടെ എത്തുമ്പോള്‍ മഴയും എത്തും അല്ലേ ?

On Giving ( from "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran)

2009-05-29T23:25:00.000-07:00

You often say,"I would give, but only to the deserving."
The trees in your orchard say not so,
nor the flocks in your pasture.
For in truth it is life that gives unto life-
while you, who deem yourself a giver are but a witness.

Words with profound meaning.
You may read the full seventy lines on my twin blog.
Have a great weekend..

Confessions of a confused theif ..

2009-05-24T09:25:00.001-07:00

There was a little girl.she was just three years old and was put into a play school.The teacher was a fair-slim lady with long hair and soft slender fingers.The little girl had fallen in love with her teacher.
So what happened,she would not go home in the evening.She would hide behind the teacher's chunni! Her mother would forcefully pull her home..
poor little girl.

One day, the teacher brought a new picture book.The kids can only see the book,no way they would get a chance to take the book in hand, go through the pages and wonder again and again..
But they are kids. Kids would forget the picture book and all the books once it is time to play.

But our little girl with wide eyes sat there. Her mind was full of those colorful pictures.So, she went to the book shelf.She looked around if some one was watching, No...nobody is around.
Now...with a heart beating faster than ever, she took the book home, hiding it inside her cute-little bag!
But, our poor little girl was caught red handed the very next day!!

(I love Sundays, one reason is that I get The Hindu Magazine.But, today I went to the hostel's reading room and found my beloved sunday magazine lying there abandoned.I looked around if some one is watching me. Then,with a cat's instinct I took that to my room.
On the way I remembered my first act of theft.Am I still a kid to take home the things I love? or Am I showing symptoms of Kleptomania??)

Peacock Blue

2009-05-23T09:57:00.000-07:00

A peacock's feather
unveiled my eyes color
Blue spilt all over

I looked around,
The cow boy was gone,
an old flute, forgotten!

a strange play

2009-05-21T09:49:00.000-07:00

I sat down to write for you..
but letters ran out of my pen..
one here
one there
one over another
What a mess!!!
Oh..where am I??
"Catch us if you can" -and that grimace!!

Come back, you naughty words.
Yeah! I agree
I can never write it down!!
For you mean the world to me.

salt

2009-05-19T01:17:00.000-07:00

Here You go..
I watch, standing still

As my eyes shed stars
never call them tears

Rather, call it a smile!
the curved rue
on my hueless face

for your smile..

2009-05-18T09:02:00.000-07:00

Once,
A little star
I knew no words
yet my silence left smiles..

Now,
I have words
vacant words
lazy birds

My words would try
Try and try, but
Fail every time
to light your smile

The drop of snow
that your eyes know,
How can my words ever draw?
The ray of smile
that your eyes seek
how can my words ever show?

Words are leaves
That left my autumn tree
Wait for the summer
I will bring you silent birds..

faith

2009-05-17T05:22:00.000-07:00

What if you slept?
And what if, In your sleep You dreamed?
And what if, In your dream, You went to Heaven And there plucked A strange and Beautiful flower?
And what if, When you awoke, You had the flower In your hand?
Ah... what then?
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I loved the above lines,so I am sharing it with you all.

The last week was longer, I longed for this Sunday to sleep away all burden.It is going to be raining here,i can feel the coolness as it arrives..

'Wanna pack my memories
& throw them away.
But,the more I try
the heavier I feel

An extra ordinary world
Oh!These strange rules.

I can't process well
but I will not fail
I am gonna sail
till I lose my smile

Silly girl& silly dreams
but not for me..
I am gonna sail..
& I will not fail.

I know,
An early song of the rising bird
makes a cooler sun..
I wish you & me,
rainy days
rainbow smiles :-)
colorful week,
a cheerful week

i wrote my wishes on a paper boat
now i'm waiting for the rain..

Fear..

2009-05-13T12:32:00.000-07:00

My life is a dream
inside another dream

In a sea of time
I'm a moment of blink
a fast dying
yet arrogant human worm

A shrunken piece of heart
A broken mirror of past
and that's what I cast

all my flairs are dreams I wear
a drop of tear can fade my color
a knock on door,Oh my veils are on fire

all I need is a glance of care
but,I will never know it,till I tire

( First 2 lines, Courtesy: http://deep4u-deeps.blogspot.com/)

colors

2009-05-11T09:46:00.000-07:00

Dew drops never stay for more than a while..
yet fill inside a colorful world..

When they leave,
where do the colors go?

blue fills my eyes..
Red walk into your heart..
Green spread the garden..
Others fly as butterflies..

Memories (of the first memory)..

2009-05-08T10:50:00.000-07:00

Memories..
The bygone days..
now they are 'just' memories..

What was our very first memory?

Mother- The eternal light??
or
The darkness inside her womb???

My first memory is very vague but it is something like this:
A dark room,
My mother is feeding me.I start crying just after the first suck.The ladies sitting around start laughing!
The milk was bitter, i remember!

I don't know whether this was a memory or an early dream. I don't know why i was being fed with bitter tasted milk.
Memories can be deceiving.who knows?

i (am trying to) love exams!!

2009-05-04T09:11:00.000-07:00

Grrr...Internal exams here!
Final exams and external viva are just one month away.

I hate exams because they are monsters who eat my dreams! They can bark as well as bite! We are armless!

Here are some good things about exams,i have just now invented them because there is no other option but to love exams for some reason or the other.

here it goes:

1)my exams are usually in the morning, so i get a good nap every afternoon during the exam season.

2)Most of the time is spend indoors,there are chances to improve my complexion and overall appearance.

3) No boring lectures which means i don't have to invent new ways of classroom sleeping.

4) nobody is going to bother you with questions like, 'are you dreaming' or 'are you lost' - because they know that i'm just trying to recollect what i have read.

5) I can go to the terrace with a book and sit there for as long as I wish!

6)The day before the last exam will be just amazing!(I usually spend the last day dreaming about the post-exam plans)

Few friends of mine have made history by 'putting on some extra pounds' during exam days.

You know, It is raining here!!!
(I'm so glad,it is raining)

Happy exam season to me and all those who are in the same ship!!
if you have invented some other reasons to love exams, please let me know.

Weekend thoughts..

2009-05-03T09:23:00.000-07:00

It is difficult to fly on the sky without wings..
if you can do it, i will call u God..

But it is more difficult to walk on the earth..
if you can do that , i will call u Man..

( similar lines i read some where and hope i could convey the thread!)

To conclude:
It is easy to dream
but really difficult to scream in between a scary dream!
(forget it, I'm just trying to be a joker!)

2009-05-03T04:15:00.000-07:00

A CONFESSION!!!!

I couldn't keep my word..
My dear sweet cute sister..
Please come and shout at me..

i hav an exam & a cute sister! (i'm rich)

2009-05-02T12:57:00.000-07:00

I have a sweet sister..
when she scolds, I feel at home..

I will be out of the blog world till my exams get over..
if i don't keep my word ..
know that, i just felt homesick..

ഓര്‍മ്മകള്‍ ..(memories)

2009-05-01T10:41:00.000-07:00

പിണങ്ങിയാല്‍ മുഖം കറുപ്പിക്കുന്ന മേഘങ്ങള്‍
ഒന്ന് പറഞ്ഞു രണ്ടാമത്തേതിന് മുന്‍പ് കരയുന്ന ആകാശം
മഴയ്ക്ക് മുമ്പ് വന്നുപോകുന്ന ഏഴു നിറങ്ങള്‍
ഇലച്ചാര്‍ത്തുകളുടെ നൊമ്പരം പേറുന്ന നീര്‍മണികള്‍
നേര്‍ത്ത മഞ്ഞിന്റെ മറ നീക്കി എത്തുന്ന കുഞ്ഞു സൂര്യന്‍
കുട്ട്യോള്‍ക്ക് നീന്തി തിമിര്‍ക്കാന്‍ പുഴകള്‍
മയില്‍‌പീലി പോലെ കാത്തു വെക്കാന്‍ കുറെ വെള്ളാരം കല്ലുകള്‍
പട്ടങ്ങളുടെ പിറകെ പാഞ്ഞുനടന്ന ഒരു കുട്ടിക്കാലം
എല്ലാം വളപ്പോട്ടുകളുടെ ചന്തമുള്ള ഓര്‍മ്മകള്‍

Eureka

2009-04-28T10:27:00.001-07:00

Actually God is a kid..
Who wanna play all the time..
& today I realized:
I am his favorite toy!!!

Love in the time of Recession..

2009-04-25T23:08:00.000-07:00

This picture came to me through another blog..

Red roses and dew drops?
Dew drops or just sprinkled water?
Just water or tears?
Tears of joy or pain?
Tears of the rose or some one else?
oh..!!
Is it a rose or some thing else?

A great story teller wrote long back: "Even if I take my bleeding heart out and keep it in your hands,you will say it is nothing but just petals of a red flower"

Between,an acid rain of internal exams here!

Mysore Bliss

2009-04-25T11:03:00.000-07:00

Mysore
(or Mysuru??)
Mysore was so far good and kind to me..
Good air;no pollution and a lake nearby...

Full of trees which turn green,pink,red,yellow,violet....
Seasons come and seasons go ;just like semester exams..

& Kannada: a beautiful tongue..
Enu samachara???(Wass up?)
The best part of being in Mysore is I can eat Obbattu!!!

Mysore is my home for last 10 months and will be my home for as long as I wish.

Dialogue of the week..

2009-04-23T10:08:00.000-07:00

"It is easy to sit inside and worship
but It is very difficult to face the truth and strive for it.."
I happened to listen to the Hindi version of this dialogue from a movie and for reasons unknown it is not leaving me..

hide and seek...

2009-04-21T10:57:00.000-07:00

Some one is playing
When we fall asleep

such a mischief!
everything upside down.

such a clever player
keeps everything back
well and right..
every morning,
before you see...
sky neatly tied back to the roof,
green hued back over the earth.

last night,
he forgot moon deep under your eyes..
:-)

one day he's going to steal all the stars
who knows?

I'm going to catch him
tonight, in my dreams!

A good God..

2009-04-21T05:45:00.000-07:00

I know a God
who walks on streets
and stops by kids.

He takes all kids,
for a late night flight
on a string of kite.

Slides on clouds,
with snowy dreams.
Half moon swings,
with angel's songs.
Bowls of stars
to breath out smiles.

All these cost
a tender kiss..

if..

2009-04-15T07:25:00.000-07:00

If I was you,
you were me
and all our dreams were true..

If our eyes could speak,
ears could see
and the miles disappear forever..

a cool sun,
a rainbow crystal screen,
A river on our door,
and it rained when ever we wish..

If I was you
you were me
all our dreams were true..

If You were me
I was you
and love was never a lie..

2009-04-01T09:57:00.000-07:00

It is drizzling outside
Close your eyes
Closed eyes are the open doors
for memories to enter into your loneliness…

“Can you remember that road?

You know, that road is no more…
But,You long for walking back...
Memories can be deceiving..”

Rain left slowly
Like a cat...
Memories rained out
...
open your eyes...

Come let’s Go for a walk now…
Or shall we have a cup of tea…?

deeds speak over words..

2009-03-26T12:54:00.000-07:00

A few days before we had a hot argument.
AV,Appu ,mona and Lachu stood opposite to MM and me...
They wanted MM to be a little bit stylish because they believe that it can really make a difference.The patient has a bias for a clinician who dress confidently,walk confidently and appear to be a confident person. In their words, MM should stop using old sandals now on.Not only this she should make it a point to comb her long hair well.(usually she dont bother about how she looks in front of the mirror)
We tried to convince the opposing group that as long as the patients get quality treatment and the clinician is knowledgeable,outfits and build ups should play no role.Our point was to say that what we wear is a personal choice.
They were misunderstood by us as insisting primary importance to the way you present yourself.MM and me failed in our attempt too..
Speech language therapists (this is how I call them) often fail as speakers..haha!! and audiologists(I am unfortunately one!) never listens to others!!
(between, i am sure that I love to be stylish,even though i stood for MM!!! what a double standard!!)
.............
MM and me were trying to say something but we failed half way..I think these pictures speaks for us.. Between, the life of these two good souls gives me lessons about the power of choices...
"Prakash Amte (मराठी प्रकाश मुरलीधर आमटे)is a medical doctor and social worker from Maharashtra, India. Son of Magsaysay awardee and legend Baba Amte, he and his wife, Dr. Mandakini Amte were awarded the Magsaysay Award for 'Community Leadership' in 2008 for their philanthropic work in the form of the Lok Biradari Prakalp amongst the Madia Gonds in Gadchiroli district of Maharashtra and the neighbouring states of Andhra Pradesh and Madhya Pradesh. The couple is called Prakashbhau and Mandatai, (brother - bhau and elder sister - tai in Marathi)."

Similarities (if any) are purely coincidental

2009-03-23T07:01:00.000-07:00

The one which is less greener is MY KERALA!! (I believed that Kerala is the most greenest(is their a word like that?)...but I was wrong)
The other one is a beautiful village in Assam..

A mighty heart...

2009-03-21T11:14:00.000-07:00

Last night I saw the movie "A Mighty Heart".I never knew that Daniel pearl's story was made into a movie..
I was 15 or 16 years old when Wall street journal reporter Daniel Pearl was brutally killed by terrorists in Pakistan.
That time I was a little bit more innocent than I am now,the incident aroused a number of questions in my mind and i could never find the answers for any of them.Daniel pearl was going to be a father few months after that.Mariane pearl(Daniel Pearl's widow) has faced a few news channels too.I was curious to read about it and had a number of sleepless nights.
I forgot everything soon just like any other tragic story!!

Terrorism still exists.
I know that terrorists are also "red blooded" like me and have a heart. What I still don't know is how can they close those hearts and just kill anybody.
what kind of a life is that..??
what kind of a reward they get out of it..??
Are they living for themselves / money / their principles??????
I have got some questions answered when I changed my wrong perception that "all human beings have a good soul.."
Now I know that everybody cannot be as good as they want to be or some are really bad!!
Any way Daniel Pearl was good!!
and I know that so many people in this world are really good..

Hey!!!All those who want to think this world is still a beautiful place..
believe me...
No body can terrify us....
No body can terrify us....
This is the message that the "A mighty heart" has given.

Parent’s day!!

2009-03-18T09:52:00.000-07:00

It is not like a mother’s day or father’s day that comes every year. It comes on the 2nd Saturday of every month!!! This happens in all the schools in India that were known as Navodaya Vidyalayas, where the children and teachers lived together away from their family.
Parents day is of course a holiday and a day of merry making!
All children would get up early , get ready , put on pretty dresses ( no uniform on parents day!) and wait for their parents on the main gate of the school. Early morning onwards parents start coming and their children will run to their hands, hugging them and would start speaking of a hundred and thousand little things that happened the last month!

My parents were one among the first to come every time. We would sit under a tree. Usually my sister will not come since she had to attend tuitions. My father used to bring the day’s news paper, some magazines, some fruits that were picked from our field like guava, mango, gooseberry etc. He used to bring coconut cut into small pieces and some powdered jaggery. That was one of our common taste.

We will walk for some time and on the way he would talk. He always had a soft voice and a melodic tone.
The day would pass so fast and by evening they would leave. They always asked me to go into my room before they walked back so that I wont see them going home. Yeah! It was a pain to see them walking away……..
I will get a soft kiss over my forehead before they go.
Once they have gone, I will go to my bed, close my face and cry…
The hardest part of the day would come with "washing the face" for the fear of losing the warmth of a soft kiss...
Even now,I wait for that precious "soft kiss on my forehead" after each visit from my father and he never forgets to give my share.....

Papa's girl

2008-12-03T10:10:00.000-08:00

papa..

The golden days :
sleeping over your back on cool cool sleepy sleepy mornings..
holding your fingers on those long long walks....

your special tea on some special days..
"specially for me"
.....

i inherit from you a thousand stories and verses...which later given way to a thousand letters on "the 25paise cards"..and a thousand warm kisses on my forehead...