Thanks Vicky for makin me write this,Thanks suu... for letting vicky know that i write too!“Is it 12 already?” shrieks a Martian voice. “Oh my god, AKKA! Please 5 minutes Akka, please...” squeak a couple of Venusians’ voices in unison. And the countdown begins, as the lady chauffer ( ‘cause she drives us mad, almost everytime) starts off with her coerces - her bad “black-mail”
One who has walked through the tunnel of light would be able to respond to me in coherence... irony is something that still reminds me i'm alive!Is life just the distance between the two points birth and death?and whats that which is said, Death and beyond?do you earn love just to teach,how to miss when i'm gone?how to cry, how to get devoid,how to just, learn to kill myselfto
a little lift that acts funny?? No... this ain't no time for funny lift fictions (though this lift sure does act funny at times, or rather strange... i should stop beating around the bushes... atleast here, Today!!) This post is about funny little conversations that happen inside a considerably large lift (one that can hold 26 persons on god knows what weight would fall into
Ganesh, a God who is considered the Prime and who is almost loved by every hindu kid. It was His day yesterday and he enlightened me a bit on his daily basis..There was a Thought on my head, I don't know what brought it up. Was that the speech By Shri. Arun Madhavan, a spiritual teacher, singer and author ? or was it the mood of the Ganesh Chaturthi. Whatever was the reason,
Waiting, yes waiting for him to come,We came all the way from homeTo spend a little few minutesWith the man who changed our livesWho we owe until the endEnd of not just our lives, its more.May be the end of the world, perhaps!Guruji, Guruji, everyone’s mind heart and soulEchoes the same thing, their eyes fixedOn the road where the vehicles never stopEvery time a luxury car
Does this soulmate thing exist?? did i really find my soulmate? ofcourse i so totally believe i did... he's perfectly how i wished.. but is that true you should marry your soulmate.. just when you are 19.. should you even think about the teram marriage, is marriage worth it?? or be it a realationship that absolutely runs as if its goal is marriage? whay can't soulmates be
The angel of death called upon me to sayThat it be my last stay on earth, today!I wish I could go back in time, check on all my deeds,To find out what I have lost in those mysterious woods as seeds,Of time and of emotions, that I buried deep in the crevasse of my heartFeeling bereft, I look forward to be nocturnal, and ready to depart.Praying the darkness wouldn’t break off
"The wings of Pyre,Flutterin' on cold flames of ice,Offerin' to the whole wide world...Hot ice cubesand ice cold Luke warm water!its all written........'n i believe and know for surethat i've got the eraser!
Im too fast noweverything ahead of me is red... dangerous?and everything on my 'right' is brightest white that i cant see through !and who's beside me? an alien??i wonder as he merges into one of the reds...i search for a change a change to turn n merge into one of the whites..a seem to be safer resort.and yeah i did get a way i took a 'U' merging myself into the bright whites...aliens
His name is nitish, he's small, cute and adorable and Intuitive!whenever me or dad go on to our bike or when mom walks out through the gates, he says.. "hi" and we say Hi...and then he'll be like... "where are you going?"... we'd say.. the location..and then the next questions "why do you need to go??". That put me into trouble for the first time. Too often when i go somewhere
we were walking, when Dad tossed a coin at the begger on the pavement of Race course.Since i joined DJ, i've not been a regular walker unlike dad who cribbs for missing a day! anyways, today was no special than any other day but just that thought that dad gives him money everyday struck me. I out of curiosity asked him, "do you give him money everyday??". His answer was quite
me n mom were just leaving home...i was waiting for her in my usual pose, sitting on the dio, hands folded on the speedo, that was when the boy from the groundfloor, nitish (appu) i suppose.. shouted out through the netted window.. his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, (he just loves it when my mom goes on a walk!!), "where are you going aunty??" in his typical kid's tamil.
I'm a parasite,Unlike one that drinks up your blood.. i suck up your trust to me...make you trust me.. hold your hand in moments you need.. and in turn.. you be my sidekick.. you love me for what i am...I show you dreams in your gazy eyes.... dreams of long term friendship and Love....a thincker silverlining in your clouds of dreams.....puffs of clouds on every line...taking
..."I just came out from your studio... you were no where to be seen in the campus since morning...where were you??" he said.... swiveling his pen drive pivoted in his long fingers...and added... "You know my concepts got approved...I just love them...!” slowly shifting his glace down towards me, he for the first time noted, "What are you doing exactly??" I was doing something
Deepthi told me...write what you think about yourself... jus gave it a try.... hmm.. 'm more interesting than i thought i am..!!!read these to see the world through my eyes.Well, thats' not gonna make any difference......I like people being themselves.I like being myself.I like chocolates.I like ice-cream.I like adventures.I like cold coffee.i like cold coffee topped with
Its Jagannathan’s class now… on technical studies... and we are watching videos “modern marvels...” This current video is on the evolution of how... a computer was born... I’m drowsy and needed a siesta... so I just curled down the handle of my plastic chair… cloaking myself behind kamal’s back…. Thoughts just glided on my mind... a slideshow of the timeline... of my life…
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing there,Had worn them really about the sameAnd both that morning
contrast isn't the domination of one on another it is the fight between both the parties frozen. when I consider contrast, I think of the Ying and ya