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 !!

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 !

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 !

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 ..

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 ?

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 ??

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 !!

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

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 ….

Mentor

Amid her fathers care and affection
She was daring, smart and prudent
Always equipped to face challenges
To step forward with unfailing morals

A stride through the paddy fields every evening
Clinging to her father

Swiftly he hides behind the leaves
To make her beautiful eyes fill with tear and then to sparkle

He rushes home after the hectic work
To be greeted by shuttle queen
As if evenings are made for her to hit the cork
With him always picking the never hit cork

Then it was books the new world
All vivid writing styles and authors
But it turns blue when he asks for
The list of new words noted

Years passed by but the distance never grew

He was always there no matter how wrong you are
Striving to convince the crazy teenager
About the values of life

The argument still continues
Though she miss the warmth
The riches never haunt her
For he succeeded in building the foundation strong


That’s my greatest gift
My father, My mentor !

Happy birthday !!
And I pray that God will fill him with more joy, peace and wisdom !!

Love through my eyes

Love is all I can hear loud. I wonder why is it always so captive. Through this post am presenting some of my rambling thoughts together with what I heard from others.

I am confused. Is love an emotion ? If so why is it so superior to other emotions ? In almost all the blogs I have been following several issues or social chaos are beautifully expressed. But I could sense that love is the ultimate thing lacking behind it all. I believe everything is connected to this thread, woven together. A sever will destroy the whole status. The answer is new and deep every time when I ask others, Is love an emotion ?

For one, it’s the source or provider of hope to live or exist, day after day and year after year. An additional perspective is that, love is the essential requirement to have a healthy and peaceful mind without which no one can live. Love is even expressed as a feeling so tender yet mightiest of all. The scripture says even if you possess all the riches if there is no love then you are void. Indeed that contain the core of all that we are seeking but it’s too profound to munch through. I have seen youth desperately struggling to win their love. For them it’s a state of mind. But it is never such with mother and child. There, love is a strong bondage. The discussion will never end for this is a vast topic ever comprehended by human wisdom.

Reasons for love being superior –

Love is the only emotion where we have a divine perception. It is so much a gift from above. There is distinct difference in the way we love. We often do it for the sake of our own existence or it is self centered. But if you can love unconditionally … that’s a true grace. I find it hard to practice with everyone. With counted beings, it is possible to an extend but not with everyone. This is a major deficit in the present society where we have unhappy families outnumbering day by day (deliberately not accessing the danger zone of crimes and persecution). Definitely love is God’s priceless gift and we should never limit it with our own ways.

The character an individual possess is in proximity with their inherent love. I presume that love has manifold attributes, we come across each day. Honesty, obedience, self control, meekness, responsibility, emotional stability, compassion and what more !
It even change the way we perceive mother nature ..I am tossing this thought for you to mull over how tangled love is …

Mother opens her favorite box of ice cream only to give the full measure to her child
He saves each penny to buy the most cherished gift for her
She deliberately acts daring to strengthen her soul mate at times of turmoil
Together they share the joy and pain in caressing the oldies once their world

The wheel rolls and rolls with ever changing roads but the ray of love
continue to guide …


Guyz, put in your valuable comments about love being the utmost emotion !

Hope

This was a long break. But it’s now high time to come out of the shell. The vanishing act was based on my own disposition as a writer - either be candid or stay silent. A new beginning new step Hoping for the best Holding back the sigh to hear the call The urge to reach the stars aspired How long a walk it is But I will not go weary For the wings of hope carry me Deceiving the pits of despondency Nothing can tow down my spirits Nor can any judge me ever For I am no where to be seen Swallowed by the tongues of promise ! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have been tagged. I dint even know what it was !! Thank you Nipun for the sweet New Year surprise. God Bless ! Will do it soon !

Victim

Why is this always happening to one or the other? Is it a contagious plague aimed at destroying the humane disposition of the humans or is it like every person I meet is just another Oscar winner? I am not sure whether this is so common to be deceived right at the face rather I am the most frequent victim of such crazy deeds. It happens often that the person presumably the closest has hundred different unseen faces. It’s amazing how they dig such underpasses when you have the least of the nightmare. And this is even disheartening to realize finally, all such crooked ways when you struggle to rise or some how attaining the lost balance. How hard I have been trying to be honest and straight forward all my life? It was even difficult to remain intact many a time due to these ideals inculcated. All in vain for you get stamped... The world is so intricate and so are each personas. The wicked ways are captivating than the earnest narrow path. But I am glad as God always revealed me the twists and turns hidden. The time may be odd yet I could learn many unwritten laws of the beautiful world. It is sometimes your friends, or your colleague and even the one you love most. But the anguish and the time to heal your wound all have the same sour taste. I am tired of these insane mannerisms and the most wretched part is that I still can’t hate them all. No matter how hard I strive to value the relationships it hits me back at the most unexpected moment. Justice is always denied in all facets of life... Life will get easy in the coming days for no one cares for anyone Clutches of egotism will grab every single soul for else you will wither … Yet I seize the chance to dream of another day as serene as one could wish for !!

A Tale

It has been two months since I became a member of the blog family. An entry so silent and unnoticed for my predecessors was mightier. But as the little David stood confidently before the Goliath so have I taken the initial steps. Though I am not a mom yet I could feel the same anxiety as in when the child takes the first steps. My joy knew no bound when I got the first comment from total strangers or rather the so called “Writing Goliaths”. It’s now time to disclose how I began my journey into the world of ‘Tara rum pum’. I always wanted to do this but hesitant for unknown reasons. It was then my church turned 150 (I mean years). Ebby always loved to bring into play whatever talents or interests he has when it comes to church. There he was directing a 20 minute documentary comprising of all the celebrations and projects undertaken during the year as part of the celebration. The script writing was on my shoulder. Though he knew that I love writing not even once had he come across any of my creations. But still he had faith in me. That was the best part. I did it and he was like ohw baby !! Huh ! You might be wondering what a funny start. But he flooded me with his steaming inspiration that I had no other choice and here I am … As I stood baffled at the doorstep with hopes as high as Everest I could see a ray of concern and a soothing welcome smile. Thank you guys and I wish for many more hands to take me in..

Harvest Festival !

Annual Thanksgiving and harvest festival. This is a much awaited day in the church calendar. We follow the Anglican tradition and there are not many festivals. So its like making the most of it !!! Various church organizations were pitching to achieve the target amount. This goes into projects previously declared. Besides, all families will bring in, something or the other for auction which is held soon after the church service. Early day’s people use to bring forth their first yield as free will offering to the altar. Now where are the crops ? Hence modified to anything valuable. There were almost 600 items in the list. A fellowship time indeed ! A venue to meet all the old friends and families … It’s a free will offering and from the core of heart we should experience it. This is the most beautiful way to cherish the abundant blessings poured on us ! Did I fail to do so ? I was so worried or am still .. Its hard to practice ..

Twisted Resources

Today was a great day!! I regained my lost vigor and finished almost all of the piled up work both at home and office. And I am here again jotting down all that I feel. Life is playing all vulgar jokes but I fear to grumble for we never realize the immense blessings we experience day after day. Trials and pain never ends and it’s so diverse, but not a single soul without it. This is about how we perceive things. It’s the human nature that surprises me. Each person believes their sorrow to be the worst of all. I believe I am a good listener for my friends (whom I never expected) come and share their problems. Not even one I met wish to alleviate the pain rather they choose to ponder over their own notions. Yet they act like this whole confession is aimed at the very happy ending. Often I sit with sealed lips and believe me, it works. Beauty of silence ! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Who will hear the cry of the abandoned children and the crippled souls of Bhopal ? The world with all its rich colors turned black in no time for hundreds. Do they still dream high ? Disasters and calamities are the most favorite gadget of the greedy politicians and filthy businessmen. Yet another safe resource! That’s all I can ever sense. I remember one of my friends saying ‘what worthiness do we possess than those innocent souls to be safe and sound’. Still we grumble and grumble …..

Weapon in disguise

This is based on a routine fight (obviously between Ebby and me). Ever since I started as a serious blogger, the story has a different climax. But I realized last morning only that the happy ending is not for his concern for me but a bit beyond that. This is the plight of every Keralite woman I guess if not I believe it like ways for trillion reasons to console myself. Do you men ever recognize how we love to be waked up by the kiss of the sun? It’s not necessary that you stay till 8 in the morning just in time to see all the chores done. With the 19th ploy I succeeded in kicking Ebby off the bed by 7:30 at the least. He is always at my service to help clear the garbage. It’s indeed a task worth mentioning for everyday we play P.T.Usha & Ben Johnson to catch the whistle man downstairs. I still am confused about his intention in doing so. Before Ebby’s intervention the victor was always the garbage man. A major achievement as my kitchen smells fabulous all the time now. I never knew a silly comment could bring forth such brisk transformation !

Random

Back to work ! The wheels will never stop nor consider the exertion to make the road smooth. Often I nag about the same schedules day after day. Nevertheless, shift from this routine will perturb the life too. Perplexing as always.. A nice weekend though. Fun time with cousins and friends. Chapattis replete with home made butter and chicken added more colours to my chef hat. I missed my sis. We use to make chapattis (the only cooking I did before marriage). It was fun as we chattered endlessly till we get a bang from my mom. From where on earth we got such amazing topics? Aah happy times. I always tried to repeat the story with Ebby, but in vain. After the dinner we rushed into the theatre to watch Kerala café. The film was amazing. It’s a mystery how they weaved together entirely different stories. In my opinion, the film addressed all the present chaos and traditions prevailing in the society. The outlook conveyed, made the movie way beyond the usual stuff.

My first ever twitter meesage!!

Look...who twitted me last day...!!!

Unusual happenings !

I missed something. Two more unusual happenings. One I sang carols along with 23 other friends from church. This will be telecasted next month. Update about the exact time and date will follow soon. I never knew that I can manage to perform in front of the camera. Rather we all were enforced. No matter how good we sang the programme manager was unhappy. He insisted that all of us should perform as a team. May be the influence of reality shows ! That was the hard part. But I guess we succeeded as I could see a sunshine smile after the retake.  5 songs on the whole and it took less than a couple of hours. Smart? Song or the performance ? !

The mike (not the only one) was placed right in front of me. Besides it so happened that I stood next to our trainer. Can you imagine any other reasons to drain my fuel? Gathering all my courage, wishing that my mike cable go loose I sang as never before, coz I was performing too. Peeping now and then to see the expression of our master (coz he might be hearing my voice this clear for the first time) I managed to sway with a smile as insisted by the co-coordinator and to sing ! Here ends the story and the princess lived happily ever after ….

Over to the next event.

As part of the sesquicentennial celebrations a short documentary was made on the history and major achievements of the church. Ebby and his friend spend scores of sleepless nights for this and the surprise is that Ebby permitted me to take up the voice over. Dubbing is my recent passion and I always beg him for this. Not even once he dared for a trial. It’s a puzzle unsolved. But together we made it. It was a splendid piece of work as reported by our friends. His grace !

It’s my biggest wish now, to do this again. I love doing it except for the script writing.