all that happens z life

Yet another September... While the moon n earth are still in their paths around the universe... My astonishment is microscopic or even down the scale...unlike the September of that year which i welcomed with little laziness after the onam holidays, I am living a sept where there are no holiday hangovers or better there are no holidays... Days had flown quick that i dont remember everything i thought important.

You are my love, the love of my life. With no strifes ruling my choice, with no regret cracking my voice. the brook would share my joy, the joy I see in you. It flows hugging the pebbles, today to shone them treble. The brook would remember the words, the words I hear from you. You are my love, the love of my life.

...now this has always been the right place i relay on everytime i feel hopeless or hopeful. I had lot to talk about. I thought i would add a note of thanx to my collage , but then i was served with my first job's call letter. I thought i would share the feeling of being a professional , but then i had a real big farewell to do. I was counting on having a royal farewell post then , but again i guess something else is already in! hence i m really living a big time , with lot in the happenings list! I have always talked about things with a highly egoistic attitude "my blog" . After all there are not lot many things i could establish complete right on. Technically speaking a blog would still be debated on. Lately things like job, salary , spending , graduation ...the things i dreamed are flowing into the shade of reality. Its not the satisfaction of realizing the dreams that speaks, as this were not exactly how i dreamed reality to be. Whatsoever at this age with a...

note: blabberings sitting home all bored!! :) Life is always complex, else its made complicated no matter how much I try? I am not sure about where lost the key to unlock the complications. But then as long as I cant stop crying over the missing parts of life , I guess this is gonna continue and haunt me endlessly!                                            Rain drops that hails from the roof sheet is contributing a part of the wetness to my side. With no thought of changing my posture I continue to stare the 10 stored flat. Nothing rare is to be noted. But my wanderlust mind is already there in its top, imagining the soaking fun rain would elate me with. Somewhere I wish the rain to wash off the complexities. One after the other things are in queue challenging the decision...

 May be an old me would have never done this post. I just don’t find another reason to stop myself from expounding on the topic of social living! I am an ordinary fellow who just live normally in a society where anyone hardly use their loaf! How can we just live with not lending ears to the world? When in 5th grade dad made it compulsory to read news paper, I was too polite to raise my disagreement. And obviously I don’t remember much of the then read news or anything specific , while still preserving the paper cuttings and the Young world collections” . For my emotional weightage for those efforts, I would never trash them.  Did I know what exactly happened in the Indian Politics ?

Pressing the “end call” on the 4.5 inch screen I continue my walk along the beach alone. At the horizon the red beauty is preparing for a farewell. Though crowd of unfamiliar unknown souls around have their own reasons to be here, copious to the roaring sea they help shade of  the loneliness. This place has been a lure to me in many ways .When the plot of those special moments of my life were hosted here , how can I not feel  so .i remember every  second of the time I spend here. Precisely he owes the credit of bringing me here , introducing me to the epitome of natural beauty. Though a lot has changed ever since my first visit with him, the red beauty out at the end seems to stare at me with similar admiring loveliness.                                                      It was one such evening of November: - The cold breeze was p...

...................well these smiling faces there may not together reflect the technological aspirations we share but the truth is we are the 2010 batch who are technically trained for being technologically  bright! Of course that is why you find our smiling faces here. IT-A 2010 batch!!!!Spotting  out the specific personalities in terms of their seemingly common trait will be tough without defining the extraordinary values and adjectives. Hence I find this the best place to  explain the sarcasm behind each smiling faces. Extending the smile to the biggest smartest laugh, introducing the ACTOR with USE-CASE “whatever be the time, wherever I be, I keep laughing 24*7”.  ACTOR,USE-CASE don’t confuse he is out of class not just in OOMD hour but is an all-time teacher’s pet. Off the sarcasm , the real pets robe the front bench studious in all perspective. The class topper without whom the rest struggle to submit the assignments. I accept the inefficiency of talking abo...

This is my first attempt to explain the strange communication a place brought in me. I had not felt the same before. I am speaking about  spiritually top ranked DHANUSHKODI . I had been to this land thrice and I perfectly recollect the last two.: its nothing interesting to brief a unique natural wonder as The land of losts. But it let me no other choice. Five years back I was travelling  the whole of tamil nadu skipping the metropolitan capital city. I was stunned by the richness of heritage in sculptures , mesmerised by the art and the talents showcased in the tall gopuras, confused hearing the believes and watching the practices. There were very few historic places that asked me ‘you remember the time being here?” though I don’t believe the hindu mythologies of punarjanma they made me thoughtful. May be that’s called the eternal power those landmarks have gained ovea centuaries, may be that’s nothing beyond the fascination of visiting an epitome of mysteries and histories,...

Finally I am twenty!! Its two decades since I am into this world of life. To the people who know me the best can understand the style that I prefer to state the same. this post here may not be the best as its an attempt to explain about myself. To quote my cousins there exist none in ma family who celebrate birthdays like I do. A customary schedule has evolved without my own knowledge. Color papers, balloons, cakes, chocolates ,gifts , hearing my bdae song being sung by the lil tots in family.. omg it’s a day!! At the end before I call of my day I use to wonder ‘how special they all make my day?’. Its neither my dad nor mom who got to worry arranging things it’s the rest. I even had  celebrated my bdae cutting two cakes together. For all this I am great full to my own fate. That brought me reach my mom on may 6 (the summer holiday.after vishu :P.). May 6 , 1993 :  ‘budha pournami..’ the only day I cried at my mom’s smile.. its then a journey perfectly a roller coaster ri...

  …so its 3 more days left…and I am truly gonna miss this gal at 19!! When yet another year comes to an end, proving the old mayans miserably failed in foreseeing the day I am making this post! It’s a mix of all emotions..this is the time I know a cake is getting baked exclusively for me somewhere ( waiting to munch it all alone :P). this month is always special .. the time when the other unseen side of my world would get coloured with snow. When I am busy dreaming a Christmas celebration (this time we had it in my college).. evening when all those carol crew keep ringing the calling bell I am reminded about the year end. Since I already gave up the phenomenon of charting my newyear resolutions I thought of something different. While I was busy watching the queue of films in my own lap ‘ozhimuri’ is the one that forced me to go for this post. The time when I am left to realise the depth of lonliness this movie has ceased my 3 hrs to think, rethink, finally to blog. There...

… For some reasons, the so-called sentiments still bound those little little things close to my heart!! I being no better in handling the whole idea of sentiments often end up blaming the rest ...for sowing the seeds of sentiments within me..this story of sentiments for my hometown dates back to the '90s when I was born...born as the first grandchild of both my parents family...recognition for the first grandchild was much greater in mom's family...or I was more used to those pamperings ...it even has a practical justification of dad being abroad ...wotever I m self contented for all those times and thankful for the so gained privileges….the times lyf mnt nthng bt crying for the toys,with innocent wishes or may be a bit pertinacious ones , with no  never ending regrets, with those  familiar souls in the very familiar house...days when I had space for lot of favourites..the changing seasons , rising sun brought to me the day I had to extend my world to include scho...

As my last post here was a kind of emotional -serious rated,  seriously i got motivated !  That was a truce for my whimpering about  facing hard times. While incoperating too much of optimism into the post, i nver ever belived i am being prepared for more tough times. Of course i am not covenant with God in that respect and can nver  be! So i dedicate this one completely  for a topic that a 19 year old girl need not bother. But 'the girl of emotions ' can not let it go with no word on it!All that happenz z life  imply the  happenings till death. so what about death,? If birth  is the only day when others smile at your cry, then death is that rueful day when everyone cry at your motionless face.Technicaly death is a state when a body comes  to a non-recovered state of rest forever. Intensely its the time when the soul releases all its power over the body- while the body is left to the rest for relegious procedures where is the soul? ? when ea...

 Its been queit some time since i have signed in to my blog! after a small break i am back. Back after regaining the normal levels n tracks of my thoughts... To my readers the following post is about n for some personal reasons                                                          Life is always an unsolved puzzle for me.It teaches you to laugh, smile , cry,grudge and all that. To state and quote there exist thousands and thousands of times i have had all these feelings. All that are piled and named as 'memmories'.Memmories that could cheer me, let my eyes fill with tears, at times make myself feel "how kiddish???!!!""what nonsence??!!" etc.....etc. "Smile" is the most appreciated feel that everyone including me  like to hold on.But neither god nor life nvea let us to keep smiling allways.. "Cry" - is yet another feel that happens...