Friday, May 5, 2017

Its okay

Its okay to cry, to see you smile
Its okay to hold to see you fly
Its okay to hide to see you sprout
Its okay to change the track to make you steady
Its okay to be in pain to heal you
Its okay to be silent to see you express
Its okay to fall for you to rise
Its okay to forgive to love
Its okay to forget to exist

For I see me in you, You know or no ?
If you breathe we live !





Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Yesterday

I took so many decisions yesterday –
That I would remain happy, I would never nag neither complain
I would try to put a smile on faces around me
I would always be thankful for the countless blessings
I would cherish all the beautiful memories and forget the rest
I would forgive and be kind and patient
I would love unconditionally and would lend my hand
I would be a good listener and a true friend
I would be content with all what I am
I would kneel down in prayers for the sick and the suffering
I would forfeit my pleasures to quash the melancholy
All because she took my hand in hers
And in her death bed serene and cheery
She  said – “Life is too short” !


But its only one day down and its so difficult to hold on. All what I need is the grace to keep a few. It was so touching and heartbreaking a day ! But it was worth it..

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Day to day

When I crave
Hurdles overrule
When I recline
Knocks overpower
What if I am still ?

Reliving is painless
To subsist is thorny
Gain is vague
Yet race is on
What if I am still ?

Innate ethics
Is a curse
How I wish
To be a part but
What if I am still ?

If I am still
I will grin
For my conscience
Never deceived
Is that the gain ?

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Mine

My days are days only if you are there
I can dream, think and see with you
I can fight and later return to see the same you
I can laugh my heart out beside you
All my follies you will cherish
You are my lucky star

I can see you crying even when you smile
I can narrate the story untold
I can see swirls of colors in you
Craving for my love
I wanna fly high in your wings
And then we can touch the stars together


Be my guiding star forever !

Friday, March 8, 2013

Woman and woman


Today is my day. Along with millions of other women round the globe I say this. But I do not need a day exclusive to say this. Still I reckon once in a while it is good to stop in the middle and think loud. This is to stir in the lost focus or motivation and to run fast. To make myself realize what am I and where am I. It is not because I am fragile and often desires to be cradled as some argue. Rather the quantum and diversity of tasks consume me that I no longer have time to sit and muse.

I never knew that -
I am the light and the axis
World around is still when I am not I am
My words can heal the wounded soul
I practice many out of sacrifice
I can be selfless many a time
I can smile hiding pearls of my eyes
I can forgive even in deep anguish
I can forget decisively
I have grown this far from father’s doll to a woman!
Was it an invisible journey?
Where did I lose all the stops in between?
I was never weary nor did I droop
I was not alone all throughout
Yet I never knew …..

I am a representative, expressing what I realized when I sat for a while and walked back. Probably this is all what is expected for giving a day exclusive, because seldom will anyone acknowledge for all what you are.
Cheers!

Friday, July 27, 2012

Chicken, friends & fun !


Enjoying food with loved ones around a table at the perfect place !! What else can we ask for to brighten our weekend! Presenting ‘Krishnettans thattukada (small makeover shops) at Kattachankuzhy’ !

Food is the road taking me though the actual interest behind this post is to introduce a beautiful place to have country chicken with tapioca or puttu (a South Indian delicacy with rice flour) - “Nadan kozhi pirattu and kappa”. Some of you might have gone already if so join to share your experience and for those not take your bike (cars as well) and go to ‘Kattachankuzhy’ .  Its on the way to Balaramapuram may be 15km or so from the Trivandrum city.  One of our close friends took us to the place. Typical village on the frame but as we reached the hotel  I was shocked to see sedans and SUVs swarming all over the place hardly space to walk. We too joined the long queue to taste and feel the richness of all good flavors.

As we got close I got a glimpse of the much awaited hotel. The hotel is a small house transformed. May be a big ‘thattu kada’ kind of appearance. The front area is divided for us to see how the chicken is being cleaned, marinated and cooked. As we stand we are full with this sight of lovely chickens being processed topped with aroma galore. I was salivating more than the street dog who always drool at the sight of biscuits and milk we reserved for him during our childhood. Back to the scene chickens were neatly chopped by a man with immense speed. Three ladies were devoted to clean and marinate the pieces which then straight landed in sizzling hot pan with very little oil to our surprise. Long wait to finda a place within the hotel. Majority of the customers were either youngsters or middle-aged men and few families. As in any other thattu kada ladies were few in number but a room is reserved for the families. As our chicken is almost ready our turn came and we dashed into the family room to grab a chair and down came the shutter. Perfect  arrangement !  We were actually cut off from the rest of the waiting crowd to enjoy the hot spicy chicken with our near ones. To be honest for the first few minutes it was perfect silence though we were a group of 5 adults and two children. Yummy !! the tapioca melts in our mouth with the spicy chicken never chewy (unlike usual  country chicken dishes) wow…. It was difficult to discern the different spices we tasted in that beautifully cooked chicken as it’s a magical mix I feel. Definitely an awesome must eat dish !! After few minutes we restored our balance and had a nice sweet chat as we enjoyed the food served and great service. All in all -  perfect ambience to intensify the flavors and to celebrate the company of our loved ones.
After the sumptuous lunch our adventure continued. We met the person behind the whole enterprise who lives nearby – Krishnettan (fondly called by the neighbors). A down to earth man in his late sixty. He was delighted to share his experience of this journey of flavors and taste. His wife stood behind with a pleasing contented smile may be the lady behind this success. Now as he retires from active cooking, his son took his role and is now gearing the food ship. Though Krishnettan is a great cook, he love to have food cooked by his wife when he get back home. . . Let him enjoy that homely food and let us enjoy the krishnettan’s kozhi pirattu !
Be careful in choosing the lot to join you as it’s a thattukada kind of ambience. Enjoy the place and stop at Vizhinjam harbor hardly 3km from the spot for yet another lovely evening.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Ee Adutha Kalathu (Recent Malayalam Movie) - Review !


We saw this movie on the releasing day though unintentionally. The movie is yet another new generation stereotype or in few words you can describe it as an uncomfortable, realistic, engrossing movie. Sex hog the stage but in a different dimension !The director succeeded in adding charm to many unpleasant social scenarios intertwined beautifully throughout the film. This is indeed noteworthy! (I wonder as a lay man how could he manage to weave together, the extremes in a meaningful narrative way) The casting was brilliant and the actors brought the best in them. Hats off to Murali and Indrajith (I liked them the most). On the whole a portray so loud yet lucid …


The film depicts side by side two families a filthy rich couple (Murali & Tanushree) in a realization phase that nothing can save their relation and the other (Indrajith & Mythili) living each moment ‘together’ be it pain or poverty in a house erected out of garbage. Though many films had come up with the issues among the poor and the wealthy, the script writer of this film added a different dimension exploiting the Google age. For instance, son searching the meaning of phrases from the every day blows and abuse of his mom by his father lightens the else disturbing scenes. 

Murali is a complex personality battling everyday with himself to lose to reality. His day begins and ends by the brutally offensive statement that his wife is a crap. Ripping the woman in her, every day, is a curtain masking his inner turmoil. The story unveils the root cause of this altered disposition only at an advanced stage. Tanushree portrayed the pain of sacrifice, shattered dreams and the fuming rage as that of a caged animal craving for liberty. To fly far, as far she could from all the knot tying her to the so called home and family. Finally she succumbs to the sugar-coated dirty tongue of the north Indian – caveat much needed ! But no this is not the usual ‘trapped woman stuff’ as you fathom .. Hats off for the story teller for such an incredible twist !! He dilutes all such mind seizing scenes with his unique hilarious touch.

In my view Indrajith scored the most while Mythili displays her versatility. The slang, dialogue delivery and what all he was too good as Vishnu. Struggling to make a living yet holds tight all the morals. For him garbage is his world and when he gets enough to feed his mom, daughters and wife everything is ‘on’. Sex, love, laughter, fun, everything is at it heights. Under a thatched roof amidst the garbage made curios adorning his house they make love while the other couple encased in silky pillows is dying for a kiss. Scene perfect ! When this treasure is nearing a full stop the story unwinds with a blessing in disguise.

Anoop Menon as ‘the laughing stock in police department’ and his investigative Journalist girl friend Lena steals the show with their fabulous performance.

Besides the couples, other social issues related to the influx of North Indian workers, robbery, deserted old age, violence, sex addicts all come into play in the right time adding unbelievable twist to the movie. Although the first half is a bit lagging, second half is a masterpiece. It seems to end in a flip of seconds. Ooohw ! I am absolutely mesmerized. 

On the whole a piercing warning ! Its worth to watch …

Monday, March 28, 2011

Sigh

A month declared for women. A day to celebrate for being a woman!

This tradition might have evolved as a point to express the significance of womanhood by which the universe sustains or as an occasion to out pour the veiled emotions towards woman – be it mom, wife, daughter, teacher, friend and the list never ends.

Woman is a teacher forever. It is always believed that family moulds an individual, to be more specific the mother. It is from her we learn to love, to forgive, to sacrifice, to believe and to be patient. The blend of emotions is being transferred to us unknowingly. This is what we offer others in our life. We try to build up on this foundation. What a marvelous state.

Nevertheless, the situation has changed radically. This tradition no more exists to extol the beautiful state of being a woman. Rather it reminds how painful and pathetic have woman become. No security and no respect, a day to emphasize the need to learn self defense.


We don’t need flowers or expensive gifts
Nor do we long to dine out to celebrate this day
We hate to see the world being so nice to us just for a day
Politicians speaking aloud for our rights and reservation
Women association striking to gain us the unseen
All but can you hear our plea?


Can we walk safe on the roads without getting a dirty stare ?
Can we travel in peace ?
Can we work head to head with men at work place?
Respect oh ! its out of sight.

This is the sigh of any ordinary woman in Kerala. And it will remain a sigh without being heard not because sound is low but as it is too loud for the attitude (of the society) to switch over. ‘Women defeating women’ is gaining popularity too. Recently I saw news clipping where a girl about 16 or so was being brutally bruised with burnt cigarettes all over her body. This act was to rip her self respect and to take off her clothes whenever her madam (a lady in her late 50s) demands. Stories of Soumya’s are not to mention.


Will we ever get to enjoy a peaceful day out !

Friday, December 24, 2010

The year gone by !

It has been ages since I wrote something and that very thought was so irresistible that I am back. Life was getting busy and so tough that I feared to take a break. In fact the famous saying life itself is a teacher is so true. No matter how hard we yearn for and strive to reach the stars we will end up with handful of sand. But then this is real life and that it all has hidden purpose. How to surpass is a big question?

It is already Christmas and in a wink new year too!! The best ever time to make merry and to stay contented. Blog spaces are swarming with New Year resolutions and Christmas messages.  So what am I supposed to write?  Should I start with the immense knowledge I gained this year while I stumbled. 

Certain acts will never be fruitful till it reaches the ripe age!
Patience is all that matters.
The supreme quality everyone have to attain over the time. Make it as deep and wide as you can to lighten your melancholy. I can tell you this is a mammoth task but is never impossible! Each one of us can uncover our own unique ways to gain the fruit of patience.  (I promise this will ease your worries to zero.)


Perseverance should overrule our failures. Keep the hopes high and be firm in your aim. Though we stagger our motivation will give us hands to grasp. Believe me it is stronger than the tornado of failure. Our fortitude will craft wings to fly high and reach the goal!

Do not be foolish to consider all who smiles at you to be your admirer. It is easy to love and care others than to expect it back. A sincere heart will never fade and so are the deeds. Though you do not receive it back, at the time you wish from the person you expected, it will embrace you through different hands in the needy hours. This is inevitable for mankind so keep tight these qualities to love and care our fellow beings. Do not impair or manipulate the basic instinct! Expect least and act more!

Family makes the most. To cuddle with the emotions you experience as a family is the most precious of all. I never knew that it is like a sapling. The more you devote to nurture it the healthier it becomes! A deep-rooted relation will never wither fast. Seasons may change but new twigs of hope and love eager to sprout make our day bright! The quality time you spend with your loved ones, the pain of sacrifice for your soul mate, the respect and trust that binds you are the true enrichment for the sapling to grow. No other magic will replace the role !

As this year ends I am brimming with gratitude for the wonderful blessings from heaven above. The divine wisdom and peace showered on me that passeth all understanding. I am filled with joy and hope for a new beginning ! New twists and turns, ups and down, worries and happiness. A fusion so unpredictable !

Make merry and have loads of fun this Christmas season. Don’t you dare to forget the joy, hope and love of Christmas ?

                                                      


Thursday, September 30, 2010

Youth

The Anglican Church has set apart the first Sunday of October as the Youth Sunday. All organizations under the banner of church will get a day like this to lead the worship. Ever since I turned 16 my parents will not let me come back after church without attending the youth meetings. I always found that complex as I had to take part in so many activities like group discussions and then presenting the theme to all, at times you may even have to lead the intercessory prayer and what not. Though the meetings had a colorful side with lots of friends and merry making it always drove me crazy. Then as years passed I felt like I had changed a lot. The hidden talents bloomed making me confident enough to take up the challenges. The reasons which held me back before has actually brought out the real me. I am no more active now in the fellowships as I had moved out for the younger ones. But still this year its different as I am involved in the making of an article to be published in the parish messenger. As part of the article I was caught up with scores of thoughts as I compared the then youth and the present youth. It seems to be miles. The attitude, views and concern have all reached a different level that I no more can comprehend it. Is this for good or bad that time alone can prove !

Youth is always considered as the age to learn, to accept, to change and to be the cause of transformation. A time when our potential and strength is most counted and recognised. This is the only state of mankind where one can strive to achieve what they aim. A period of confusion, uncertainty yet full of optimistic vigor. I remember in our days, there were lot of restrictions and rules that made us draw a line which we never even dared to cross. Those were but the reflections of our tradition and culture. Though I always disagreed to whatever my mom says about my friends I stealthily kept her views in mind and never let that go off. We were taught to respect and to be submissive to the elders. But now it’s a totally different scene. I can hardly see any respect towards teachers, parents or elders. It is always good to have independent outlook but never at the cost of despising the elderly. I was distressed when my neighbor (who is the professor of the top engineering college in my city) told that she is at times forced to shut her eyes while walking through the dark corridor of the library. On the contrary, my young friends counter that why everybody is so concerned about our lives. They demand the protection of their interests. Where actually did we go wrong in imparting the youth with the sanctity of our culture?

Similar attitude is acknowledged at family and society failing to fulfill the promises and responsibilities. However, the most striking of all is their focus on building a career and life up to their ‘mark’. They are absolutely blind in that race. No time for family and friends who once brightened their life and stood for making whom they are now. I should reach the summit even if I need to kick my best buddy down. Burning the midnight oil at the office table, purposefully forgetting that our dear ones crave for a silly talk or a loving pat as they sit disabled all alone at the house. The moral responsibility in raising our own siblings to the same height remains unveiled. Is money the cause for all this evil? My dear young friends I am not against the high spirits and ability in utilizing all the resources now known, for a bright future, but kindly reminding the hidden fatal state.

Erecting a pillar hollow in truth and values will only lead to destruction though the mansion look beautiful from afar. Can we try to reform in our outlook and values which will sustain till the end ?

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Random

I don’t believe in valleys and hills nor do I trust the changing seasons. I can barely perceive that the day ends and night begin. No fragrance for the flowers that adorn my sidewalk or for the breeze that caresses me. Tranquility overrides every single moment. Overwhelmed by the faded colours and lifeless nature .. Everyday I open the window longing to see a cuckoo bird, who could sing to whirl my melancholy heart. As the rain pour down I no longer feel that Mother Nature is washing my tears too. I can only experience the thunderous echoes resembling the words of a petulant youth that pierce even my deepest wound. The sky remained black hiding my rainbow of hope. Then I searched for the radiant stars to brighten my desires but in vain. How long need I wait to see the sprouting new leaves, the sway of the lilies and the melodious singing of the cuckoo ? My eyes crave to see the beautiful colours that draped me once. When will my pallet fill again with stunning colours ? Will the seasons change just as my hearts wish ?

Monday, July 12, 2010

Wake up call !

God created man in his likeness and made him unique. But down the years what went wrong !! Its not sins but man has turned to beast toppling the evolution theories.

The present happenings in God’s own country is bewildering.. How brutal it is to chop off the palm of a professor (who has to be valued like God as per our rich tradition) ?? I cannot comprehend the deed. Common we are not living in a terrorist territory. Picture of a tormented teacher in deep anguish with head stooping down as though a third rate criminal, is flooding all the news channels. Is this the way to chastise a person who is cornered for setting the question paper faulty ?

No common man can uncover the sinister plot behind the conversation described in the passage. But still the worse has occur red.. A family under threat for over a month. Wife always anticipating hidden trap for her husband and not to say about rest of the kin. As a final point the axe ripped his palm and the men vanished into thin air.

It has been a week and the government is at snail’s pace. It is high time for the Kerala government to join hands with the law and order system of the middle east.. Nobody cares for the imminent murky days of the family not even to toss a formal ‘Can I console you?’ The compassion and love that makes humans superior is dried up. How long will we exist in such a filthy shell ??

Wake up, wake up mankind before the transformation completes !!

Monday, July 5, 2010

For you 'J' with love ....

Oh come and hold me for a while
To make me beam
Oh baby, lock me in a hug
To melt me down
For I still thirst for your love
As it’s new for all time ….


Can’t you reveal the magic?
How you drive me crazy
Will your tricks get exhausted ever?
In making my day
For I exist in those tender reflections
This will never wither ….


I crave to feel you
The smell so unique and the softness
Sweetest of all chocolates
Teach me all the means to
let you go wild
and to swirl with winds of love so divine


I wanna sing this love song
And drown you
Can I dance with the waves
As a note of gratitude
For He weaved us together
With a purpose untold !

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Vuvuzela

The world is after a ball. I wonder what is so probing about this ball. I was never an ardent football fan .. But 2010 is different. Burning the midnight oil to see how this ball creates the wave ! Indeed rattled by the energy it dissipates.. Tennis is also clinging round a ball.. But the wave is not so high rather it is short lived..


But jubulani rocks !!
It signifies to rejoice and the ball has a magical spell that the spirit continues no matter the team of our choice win or loose. The most astounding of all is the rich tradition the event implies. The players exchanging jersey’s and accepting each others skill and encouraging the sport. The air has a new dimension this year.
May be I percieved it this time !!

Is it the vuvuzela (the noise generating trumpet of South African football fans) or the waka waka that grabbed me to the stadium ? Am not sure about the answer but the wave is still high !

Thursday, June 17, 2010

The present

The responsibilities never end. I cannot quit too. Life is going at its pace but I am limbing behind to live unto my expectations. This does not mean I am desperate. But the obligation consumes me. Wife, daughter, friend and the list continues with aunt being the new addition ….. I am not a failure as an aunt for my niece says I am the best cursive writing teacher in the world. Not convinced about the other roles. In a way it is fun to be all in one though at times you get crammed.


How I wish to live one day the life of a carefree teenager
To fly as high as my wild fantasies
To think of ways to be charming
And to hang out with my friends


How I wish to be in love    
To remain as my Jaggu’s delight
To fight with him for no reason
And to enjoy the drizzle of unconditional love




How I wish to wander through the woods of my dreams
To envy the beauty of unattained goals
To find the hidden pearls of opportunities
And to muse over the imminent days ..
But Hope give me wings, Love quenches my thirst and Faith console me ..

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Cakes ?? OMG !

Birthdays always bring joy be it yours or your loved ones.. Today was one such day. One of my colleague’s day and the whole crew was set to have a blast.. This is not a usual happening in my laboratory where people forget that they do exist in a society other than the serious research they pretend to do. I am not sure if this is the case with all the scientific community. So most of the days it is like work and work with no profound results as my head always remarks... But she is a lady of immense lenience that we all survive without any sort of stress. Another incomparable attribute of women ! The post is not related to her or our laboratory. Let me divert to the core issue.
Morning was busy to figure out plans to make the day memorable. Thanks to the new two students joined who made this possible (may be they are not drowned in the sea of makeover researchers). Birthdays are meant to express your love and all that you feel. It is evident through your deeds that how much pain you took to make the day. Gifts, cards, cakes all the stuffs are quiet transparent. If you have eyes to perceive even the attitude and sincerity are visible in it.. We bought a gift after so much arguments and it was worth it I guess. As the number of friends increases so will the ideas and it is difficult to make them intersect. Finally to add color some decorations and yes a cake too. Neatly adorned and all in pink with beautiful flowers.
 It looked yummy !!                                                

We forgot the candles but thanks to the movie ‘Wake up Sid’. I never knew matchsticks could make such a big grin to every face.. Even my guide was excited to see the decorated lab gleaming..


He cut the cake and then being the senior most it was my turn to make neat pieces without crumbling and wee it was a success. But you know I felt something fishy as the knife passed the core. Was it sticky oh maybe the rich butter that was my thought .. To finish I took my piece and ohw the smell !! Soar butter ?? Gosh the rich butter cake was displaying all the dirty colors towards the deep layer. Rather a culture of moulds and fungus.. All green .. As I turned I could see the embarrassed faces not knowing what to do slowly to end up in roars of laughter .. How did it happen ?

The poor birthday boy I wish he will be fine.. But indeed a day to cherish .. My ever first experience on an occasion like this..

Someone to share such a nasty day ?

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Random

Another mother’s day went by. Blogs, media, shops and so on has truly celebrated the day. Yet another deceitful lollipop to grab the customers.. There ends its seems ..


Reading all the columns and watching all the shows dedicated to ‘moms’ I stepped out to see an old woman may be in her 70’s stooping and struggling to carry her precious bundle probably her only belonging. Its sizzling hot and I wonder how she manages to reach her destination or does she has any ? She sat down on the bench at the bus stand but never begged. She opened her bundle and can you guess what was in store !! Some old clothes, stale chapattis no its not finished .. A family photo with her two handsome, healthy boys .. How did they turn blind to this love?? Do they really know what they lost ... aah my questions will never end..


This is not one scene. At times I see mothers well locked within air-conditioned room . Yet they burn to see their kids just a room away. No time to spend for the poor old rugged piece. Knowingly or not they just walk past it. On every Sunday I see an ammachi draped in good sari, searching for a companion to share her words. If we happen to go near her she starts the same story the never ending one about her kids and the once blissful life. Not even once she grumbled at her grown up lads for denying her. When I go to altar she ask me to hold her. Recently I realized that she come with her daughter who has only time to exhibit the saree she bought last day and hence cannot wait till the end to take her mom .. Not to mention about oldage homes !


Its my greatest prayer nowadays that I should never follow this path. In my case it’s the laziness that pulls me back .. I am aware of it and fighting it back too .. How good it will be for everyone to dig out the reason why they lag behind..


No matter how many days we celebrate and how rich our parties are all they look forth is a hand to hold, a shoulder to lean and an ear to whisper the most silliest of all things..

Can we make it ??

Friday, May 7, 2010

Memoirs

Silence finally broke. I was flying high rather the wings were stronger than I could imagine that it took me so long. Now that I am back with all the colors and fragrance from the flight. How dazzling was it, the whole life from a distance? But it deceived me as I drew closer as always.. Yet I yearn for the most unforeseen turn, the guiding radiance….


This is too appalling. Nowadays anguish and nothing else can lit the candle and fill the ink.. Today is an exception. Lets rock !!

I walked down the lane which leads to the most charming era
A magical road that could roll the time backwards
I stopped in between to trace all the evergreen spots
To relive all cherished moments …..
 
She was a charming girl smart and bold,
quite different in attire and attitude.
Always been the odd one out. But never was in short of friends ..
Teacher’s pet and warden’s menace ..
She enjoyed every bit, nibbled till the last !

Then he stepped out of the vacuum
Posed as her ever best friend !
Subtly he detached her
She never knew the twist until he showed the hidden color …

Shadows everywhere, Colours drifted away
The clutches of pain and loneliness tightened
Oh ! her friends her precious stones
Never let her down ..

Years went by and as she walks down the lane
The whole lot was made clear
How she was deceived and the hidden twirls
Will she forgive him or rather should she ??

Friendship is all that lasts and you can hold it on till you desire.
It can rejuvenate your lost self .. Treasure it !!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Tag

It took almost a month for me to do this Sorry Nipun !!
1) What is your current obsession?
Designing
2) What are you wearing today?
Short top with caprice
3) What’s for dinner?
Rice, fish & vegetables
4) What’s the last thing you bought?
Sari for mom (B’day gift)
5) What are you listening to right now?
Cricket commentary (India vs. South Africa)
6) What do you think about the person who tagged you?
Ohw the ever best follower of my blog. A good friend though we never met
7) If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the
world, where would you like it to be?
My native place
8) What are your must-have pieces for summer?
Shorts
9) If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?
Switzerland
10) Which language do you want to learn?
French
11) What’s your favourite quote?
Where there is a will there is a way !
12) Who do you want to meet right now?
My sister
13) What is your favorite timepass?
Reading & Sleeping
14) Give us 3 styling tips that work for you.
Ohw how can share it !!
15) What is your dream job?
Designer
16) What’s your favorite magazine?
Scientific American
17) If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on?
Chocolates
19) Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon?
Big B
20) What kind of haircut do you prefer?
Layer
21) What are you going to do after this?
To prepare for poster presentation
22) What are your favourite movies?
Manichitrathazhu, Mamma Mia
23) What inspires you?
Desires
24) What do your friends call you most commonly?
sus, susamani
25) Would you prefer coffee or tea?
coffee
26) What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed?
Writes n then cries ..
27) What makes you go wild?
When my husband makes the home untidy as soon as I finish my cleaning
28) Which other blogs do you love visiting?
All in the list !
29) Favorite Dessert/Sweet?
Anything with chocolate, chocolate n chocolate
30) How many tabs are turned on in ur browser right now?
2
31) Favorite Season?
Spring
32) If I come to your house now, what would u cook for me?
Anything with chicken …
33) What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you?
To act as though you are deaf
34) What are you afraid of the most?
Loneliness
35) When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
Last days Shahnaz facial worked 
36) What brings a smile on your face instantly?
Another smile obviously !!
37) A word that you say a lot?
“Enikkishtalla ningale” to my hubby (I don’t like u, wink)
38) A prayer always made ?
Help me to be honest & humble
39) What is that one thing that keeps you going.
My faith and my desires
40) Who was your first love?
The boy next street !
Rules for those who are tagged:
Respond and rework – answer these questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one more question to the list. Then tag eight or ten other new set of people.

Those I tag -

Anupama
Divya
Readersdais
Jayaraj
Jon
Chandrika Shubham
Piper
Samvedna

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

In search of

I am so weary tonight. Both physically and mentally. Exhausted !
The funniest part is the unknown reason. That’s how it’s getting complex.
How can I find a solution for an unknown cause ?
I am not too stressed at office nor at home these days. But still I crave for the nameless.
I am not dissatisfied about the way I live
Though I make silly complaints it never lasts more than an hour
Nevertheless the ease of existence is trailing

When I wish to dispense my feelings stream is lacking
Words are hiding and so is my mind
As I rush home with a bunch of roses
Rich with fragrance from the core
It is never apparent
When I yearn to be caressed, to be cuddled
Distance overrules
How I wish for lazy hours with chatter and laughter
To roll back to innocent years
Where happiness is all that exist
Except for the fear of getting kicked out from the class
Yet life is unpredictable !
At the least expected hour
I am swept off by the unconditional love and warmth
Drenched in the magic of joy and peace
How can I hold this season tight ?
Locks or nails are worth to be sought
HE who sees everything understands my hidden desires
Fulfill all my dreams if all I am patient
To reveal the gist of continuation ….