Sunday, June 29, 2014

It's never too late.

A lot of introspection can be lethal…
At some point, questions after questions arise and you run out of answers.
Then you find your compass needle spinning arbitrarily, followed by a dangerous inactivity in life.
But you need to know that Sometimes answers aren’t necessarily within you.
So go ahead, START living fearlessly to find them.
And by that time you will also realize that many of the questions that you thought were important, simply do not exist.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013


YOUR transfixing stare…
Was it your extended arms into me?
That Reached for my answers,
to your questions that I knew not?

Wasn’t it a cold warning?
or Was it lust?

 I don’t want to decipher or decode this time,
Your stare, its meaning.
That impaled my mind once,
and drained me of me.
Your stare,
Scares me no more
Chases me no more.

 I learnt to ignore. you are a mere passing stranger.

Friday, March 1, 2013


I splintered a mirror,
The mirror that gave my flawless fake image.
It crashed with a creak on the floor,
Spilling tiny silver fleshes everywhere.
Do not scrounge for the reasons,
Let me alone know them.

Some snickered, some pitied.
Others’ ireful eyes waited to burn me down.
Smile is my answer.
But into whose hearts, the pieces pierced so terribly,
, they  sting me and  I cant bear.

Soon, I will turn a forgotten song.
And no lips will sing me
And that is what I need.
Then I will be relieved .
My furtive flight will start
To where I shall really belong.

Perhaps you are a mere living image now,
Like what I have been, like whom I may become again
You too shall find this strange mirror soon,
shining strangely in the dark
Beckoning everything that it shouldn’t .

The mirror that can reflect you
When you never really stand before it.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Little Afreen passes away...

Three month old baby afreen, who was beaten up by her father died of cardiac arrest in Bangalore on Wednesday, after battling for life for five days
 Afreen’s so called father,

"You killed your innocent little angel because you wanted a boy child…. This brutal sin has no penance…And you ignorant devil! didnt you know that,a father is responsible for what child he gets?
You aren’t a can you be when you are not a  human first?. Your mother must be ashamed to call you as her son.
i wonder why god made such a terrible mistake!
You battered the poor little one  repeatedly and enjoyed the sight of her struggling to breathe.... 
 How could you withstand her piercing cries? Wasn’t she pleading you to stop? in the only language she knew? And you did not listen! you beast with a heart of stone!

I have no hope that the law will punish you the way I want.... perhaps you will be released free
But the curses of thousands of mothers and fathers will be simply enough to reduce you into nothing! your days are numbered.... Get ready for a fate worse than the darkest death..."

what on earth can console this unfortunate mother?
May afreen's soul rest in peace...

Monday, April 9, 2012

The best graduation speech...

Those of you who have watched the movie “Eclipse” (twilight saga), will  never forget the graduation speech by Jessica (Anna Kendrick).
I think you  will agree with me when i say the speech is simple, perfect  and beautiful.:) 
well those of you who haven’t watched the movie will definitely agree with me, after reading the speechJ Here it is...

“When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our answers were things like astronaut, president, or in my case… princess.
When we were ten, they asked again and we answered – rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist.
But now that we’ve grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how ’bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn’t the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love – a lot. Major in philosophy ’cause there’s no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won’t have to guess. We’ll know.”
                          (thunderous applause J )

Monday, April 2, 2012

its time...

Here I am sitting in a corner, ignorance in my eyes. Something has ended, everything has begun….
I see them ghost past me, running with all their strength, into the embracing hands of this smiling and proud world…but I see no hands… something blinds my eyes.
I sit and stare not knowing where I am, who I am….
They smile at me, as they pass, but its fake and I know it..
 “RUN!”  Shouts one glibly and everyone echoes it… I have no answer to tell ,they have no time to listen.
This strangeness is bewildering….
Reasons, logic and proofs…. And I know I am wrong, perfectly wrong.   BUT I must get up; mercilessly kill my doubts, because the blue roses are struggling to bloom, the butterflies to flutter….
Its time, Time to turn around, time to turn around and walk….

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Review-The new death and others

Today, I am trying to write the review of a book called “THE NEW DEATH AND THE OTHERS” by James Hutchings
The author provided his book to me for a review, and I agreed to write. so here it goes.

“Death gets aroom mate
An electronic pope faces a difficult theological question
A wicked vizier makes a terrible bargain
The new death and others-  44  stories. 19  poems. No sparkly vampires.”  

Interesting aint it?

 In short I can tell, dark humour, innocence and irony are the elements that are making this book unique. The writing style is silly yet deep. Its cheeky and improper, but while you read, you will find MANY disturbing truths. (which absolutely stunned me.)

The book starts with a story called “The god of the poor” which is written so casually but, actually is the  shocking reality of the life of the poor.
And if you are expecting the same kind of stories in the coming pages nope!…you have hugely misunderstood the book..You must expect the unexpected.
There is a heaven-hell difference between each and every story.

 Some are interestingly enigmatic while others are crystal clear. Some leave a wide grin on your face, while others, a wrinkled forehead. A few of them are a let down too.
Most  poems are a class apart especially the one titled “the moon sailed sadly through the sky” and ”weary love”
In many stories the author has tried to tell the present trends, about the people of new generation in a witty and refreshing manner.
I felt, It’s the short stories and poems that you must “watch out” for rather than the long ones in your reading journey.

However, the book perhaps won’t earn praises of everyone who read it. In fact I think people could find it difficult to digest the themes or some would not find any sense in the stories but the thing is that, to understand each and every story and poem of this book, with its real meaning is not a cakewalk.

The tag line of the book says;  ”There's a thin line between genius and insanity, and James Hutchings has just crossed it - but from which direction?”  That question is pretty complicated .I failed to find an answer. Why don’t you try to find the answer and tell me?
Reading this book is a different experience, as different as different can be……

P.S. the cover page appropriately reflects the content (That might be contradicting to the old saying “never judge a book by its cover” hmmm, well, never mind! :D )

Saturday, March 24, 2012

I'm Aliveeeeeeee!!!!!

Ahoy friends!!!
Yep!!! I am alive!!!! (Hey,hope you all remember me :P)
 I have survived the exharm disaster! Exams are finally over…school life too…(that’s a weir d feeling. you feel happy and sad at the same time ..)
Well  ,how have you all been doing???????  
it was no easy thing to resist myself from blogging, all these days…..almost three months!

 its seriously wonderful to be back, to blog again and to meet  you all again J  Thank you all so much for all your love and such beautiful comments :)

Right now I feel like a butterfly! J Like a free butterfly, just out of its dark crammed cocoon….
what can I say????
Just,  O-M-G-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sunday, January 1, 2012

The new year has dawned...

“We will open the book.
Its pages are blank.
 We are going to put words on them ourselves.
The book is called Opportunity and,
Its first chapter is New Year's Day.”
-Edith Lovejoy Pierce

DEAR 2012,
We welcome you with great happiness. We Hope you will make a splendid year in all the sense…
We don’t believe in the 2012 phenomenon, we believe that the apocalypse will happen in all our souls, to purify us, to emancipate us from our sins…..

SO……Hey everyone!
Its time…
To hang new calendars on our walls,
To wipe our tears and smile,
To raise our toast to good times
 To forgive and forget,
To once again believe with all our heart,
That he is there for us, up there,
The New Year has dawned!

P.S. Belated Christmas wishes to all of you. My apologiesL
 Hope you all had a blastJ

P.P.S. Friends,Romans and country men,lend me your eyes..
 Since my board exams  (EX’HARMS’) are around the corner, I wont be able to blog for a couple of monthsL UNFORTUNATE!
seriously,life would have been more beautiful without these occasional damp squibs (a) exams
You know what? Now all I hear from everyone is “STUDY!STUDY!AND HEY…..STUDY!”

Trust me i will soon be back with a bang ( Well, if I am alive.hmmph! :) )


Friday, December 16, 2011


The other day I was standing in my balcony, waiting for the one hour long power cut to end (thanks to TN government for this unkindest cut of all :D) That’s when I heard this little girl cry at the top of her voice…… I craned my neck to see who it was, for in our street there are so many tiny tots.
I saw a girl in the front portico of her house, sitting in the lap of her grandma. The granny was wiping her tears off and was saying “ amma ippo varuva paapa, azhakoodathu nee”. Meaning “mommy will come soon baby, don’t cry”
“Oh this kiddo!” I thought as her sob continued to amplify to a dangerous peak!
The kid has both her parents working who come back home late at  night, and leave early at dawn and she, who is about 3 years old and her younger sis, stay with her grand parents all day. No more a strange story.
This reminded me of an SMS joke that I read recently,which was something  like this
KID: “granny, who is that man and that woman who comes at night?? i saw them yesterday….
GRAN:”Thank god! So you have finally seen them!
They are your parents!!! Both work as software engineers.
Now ,Let’s celebrate this!”

May be it’s a bit lame, but I liked this piece of satire.

A sudden bawl from the kid distracted me from my thoughts
  I thought I t wasn’t fair to get irritated at the noise.   What else do you expect her to do?Dance with glee when she longs for her mommy?
THE naked truth is that kids are the most and worst affected when both their parents are working. The bitter consequence of practicality.
 I know some parents who literally hurl their little kids into some crèches or ask the grandparents to look after them. In newspapers, I have read about parents who forgot to pick their kids up from day care centers, in the hangover of dazzling parties at their work.
 Ask these people how they love their children and they would say.”I call my little one everyday from the office” or “I buy him a BIG cake on the birthday” or “ we buy infinite number of toys,chocolates,colour pencils, everyday only for him”  hmmm….so that is LOVE.
I wonder when and how, each and everything in our lives did become so very formal,So very insincere.
In the run to conquer money, time and what not, people don’t realize that they keep dropping,losing, so many things, the foremost being their kids’ childhoods.
Well one can’t even blame the parents completely for they need to work to make both ends meet, but its hurting to find them becoming materialistic nowadays L

 “ALL I WANNA SAY IS THAT THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT US!!!!” Suddenly, I heard MJ scream from my T.V. (I wondered if it was just coincidence or if M.J was echoing the lament of the kidsJ).The current had come at last.
My wait finally was over but the little girl’s was not .I wondered how many more minutes, or hours she had to wait for her mommy to come back home….
After looking at the little girl, who had dozed off by then on her granny’s shoulders, I went in to my room.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Is that why?

Long long ago, on a starry night,
When a rain drop, from the lap of a cloud
Looked down and saw in the deep dark woods,
A lonely white withering rose, sleeping amidst the thorns,
And went with the breeze to touch her face,
And with his cool silver lips, kissed her weak pale cheeks,
The leaves giggled, 
The moon smiled 
and the brook was mute….
And in the serene silence, the rose wake up in shock
And for a moment, went to a daze
Slowly then shyly she smiled, and beautifully she blushed
And did her cheeks glow rich deep crimson ….

        So is that the reason why roses are red???

Friday, December 2, 2011


These responsibilities will tighten around my neck, asphyxiating me….
I would struggle in pain; in vain….
I would helplessly stare at my dreams, when they float like a fragile feather……Out of my reach, soon out of my sight, away, away and away….
This opaqueness, not of the future, but of the now, agonize me…..

Thursday, November 24, 2011


“In the night will the silver stars glitter,
In my heart will the butterflies flutter,
In the breeze will I hear your song,
In my dreams will you float along,
In your eyes will my heaven stretch afar,
BUT I wont ever know who you are….”

Thursday, November 17, 2011

My granny

One never knows the value of his eyes unless he goes blind.

I realized this lesson after the loss of my dear granny.
everything seems like a dream, the reason why  I still am not able to believe that she has actually gone…
We called our granny; “ammamma” (which means grandma in our language).
she was always serene like a clear cloudless sky. she mostly wore only white clothes and always had vibhuthi( the sacred ash) On her forehead.
you can always find her room tidy and neat anytime you visit her. one felt a sense of tranquility in her presence.
she had a handsome walking stick with which we cousins used to playJ.
I still remember how cute her wrinkled soft cheeks looked when she smiled!
Ludo and snake and ladder were her favourite games which she loved to play in the evenings and she was an expert in themJ

She was not very strict but she had a special aura that arrested respect form everyone. She was a wonderful teacher, mother and granny
I had only lived about five years with her in my childhood.but those were  five precious years of my life.
I used to listened to her childhood stories and experiences, the hardships she faced as a child, with great wonder. At her time,people never knew the value of education,but still my grandma became the fist one to get educated and become a teacher in her family. she was a woman of substance and nothing less than real hard work did earn her the good name In the society.

Even today people around the place in my hometown recogonize we cousins as her grand children. Its with great amazement that I still wonder how she managed to bring her six children up, even when she was an employed mother, that too at that time…..

Sometimes god can be cruel and that was why we couldn’t rescue my granny from the jaws of cancer. It was too late, but she fought…
It was a painful sight to see her during her last days.
 i still remember the day when she struggled to open her eyes as a reply to our calls. Through her cheeks, which had then lost all its cuteness, I saw tears flowing down
May be the pain was horrendous for her, or may be she knew that, soon she wouldn’t be able to open her eyes again and  see us again…
Ah how I wished I were big, I weren’t  a kid at that time! To spend all my time with her…taking care of her, to do all I could to rescue her,to make her the sweet dear granny again…

Today she is in the safe hands of god but the truth is she is safe in my heart. It has been five years since her demise and even today I do feel her presence always… I find her in the people who know to love, I find her in the ones who correct me ….she lives within me , She is the good in me….
We miss you dear granny….

EC Writes
i wish elisa all the  best wishes for the journal "THE GOLDEN SKY"  about her son zeke.
Dear Elisa, God calls back first,the ones whom he loves the most,.... 

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Why i love Sirius Black...

"You don't understand!" whined Pettigrew, "He would have killed me, Sirius!"
You remember these impressive lines don’t you??? Well I know it’s a rather bad question, because how can any hp fan ever forget these lines?J
When I first read these lines, it was then I fell in love with THE ONE AND ONLY Sirius black. 

‘Sirius Black’, a deceptive name I would say, because he ain’t actually serious or dark like the feeling the name will evoke, at first.
Sirius! oh words about him are endless-the man to successfully escape from the prison of Azkaban, a brave determined, Rebellious  wizard who never gave into his family’s wishes, who never became a Death Eater, who  never gave up what he believed in, who managed to stay himself in spite of the hard ships and injustice he faced and above all the most loyal, gem of a friend…

“Its been 14 years and still not a day goes by , that I don’t miss your dad” When Sirius says these words to harry,  am sure a poignant smile must have flashed on at least some of your faces

The relationship between harry and Sirius is something very  beautiful, which is another beautiful reason why I like Sirius. He is a perfect god father who seems to exactly know what harry feels and how to console him.  Unlike the other concerned elders of Harry (exactly, like the elders around usJ),who  tend to (deliberately) forget the factor ”teenage” when it comes to matters concerning him, Sirius seem to  know that Harry’s  feelings, the despair, the curiosity, the anger are all completely justifiable, as he  does not forget the fact that once he too had been a teenager. Exactly the reason why he suggests harry to indulge in adventures, like his father who loved nothing but escapades in his teens.

Sirius had always wanted to protect those whom he loved. Even when Sirius  was a wanted man, even with dementors around Hogwarts, when  Harry was in trouble, he  was desperate to help Harry. He was willing to risk,not his life exactly, something more than that, because a dementor’s kiss is worse than death.
I couldn’t stop crying like a small baby and my contempt for bellatrix lestrange was at its peak  when I found that Sirius was killed.(The most touching part is, when harry finds the Christmas gift ,which sirius had given him,after his death and   finds this note “use it if you need me alright?”And  he calls his  dead god father’s name again and  looking into the mirror, hoping he would turn up, oh but all in vain!:(

His want to protect his loved ones,is what had  killed him.He met a his death  while fighting to protect Harry. A brave death indeed  and a fitting, right end for him but still…. he should have lived……SIRIUS BLACKL
So that’s why I seriously love Sirius black:)
Now tell me, which HP character do you like the most??

 P.S. Did you know that “Sirius” is the name given to the brightest star in the sky. The star is also known as dog star, which corresponds to Sirius’ animagus, a dog.
J.K Rowling simply rocks!:)

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Do we need to convince others?

Sometimes when you have valid reasons for why a particular decision or say idea of yours is right, surprisingly others reasons for why your idea or actions are wrong ,too will seem logical. of course, if you listen to others with a “whatever-this –fool-says-is –absolutely-insane ” kind of  attitude or  with a “I know better than you” grin,  then you will never realize this.
At this time, you will find that your reasons for why you are right and others reasons for why you are wrong will nullify each others effect!
Have you ever felt like that?  Yes, exactly like the neutralization reaction between an acid and a base or
Like how the work done will be zero when forces are equal and oppositeJ
And in most of the cases when your inability to convince others ,frustrate you, that helplessness may come out as tears, anger and soon there may begin  a petty squabble and you may lose control and your opposer may end up with a punch on his face or you may lose a couple of your teeth,etc etc J
But listen,
If you truly believe that what you did is right, and if you can justify your actions, not necessarily with words, you need not do that mental gymnastics to find out reasons to justify your actions.
Don’t you worry mate,don’t let their contemptuousness affect you,
 because there does not arise a necessity  to convince others, as long as you are sure that with your decisions, you did not cause any harm to anybody in any sense J

Thursday, October 27, 2011


Sometimes this whole world seems uninhabited at the thought of somebody whom I miss the most.
Sometimes the silence and chillness of that cold night, the aroma of that old book and its torn pages, sedate my soul, evoking the memories of my past life.
Sometimes, those crimson eyes follow me wherever I go, like a bloody midnight moon.
Sometimes, curling up under the blanket in bed, with eyes closed give me the feeling that, I am on the safest place on earth.
Sometimes I become an anonymous to myself, in the large floating crowd.
Sometimes the thought of never waking up from my sleep, the next morning is simply amusing.
Sometimes your doubt that, “Is she a little crazy???”, after reading this post, is quite justifiableJ

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Great Expectations...

He couldn’t believe his eyes….didn’t he expect this from them ever….the realization was like a sudden thunderclap to him.

He didn’t know how to react, worst of all. The room was spinning in front of him. He was shaking with anger, but he wanted to cry and scream.
He wondered how his friends could do this to him. He was losing his mind.                                                 
“I HATE THIS CRUEL WORLD!!!” he shouted at the top of his voice. Tears trickled down his ruby cheeks.
As  he flung his new apple ipad across the bed, and sank his face into the damp pillow, he was cursing his friends, his great expectations, Mark Zuckerberg  and Face book ………  still wondering why nobody had commented on his new profile photo or ‘liked’ It……….

Tuesday, October 11, 2011


This Emptiness….like the silence after that roaring rain, like the hush that screaming train leaves behind... 
This emptiness of that perplexing hot lonely afternoon,of that quiet cold cemetery …
Freezing memories that fail to lull me, that hurl Weird dreams at night, that make me squeal like a loon… 
the silence that follows, deadening the soul.
 In the creeping darkness, only ticking clock, tears and me…..

Good byes and reassurance then, now the Daily chores and this wild world, Still this emptiness lurks behind my fake smile….

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Survival of the fittest...

It was recently that I came to know about one of my classmate’s motto of life. She said she followed “the survival of the fittest” rule. I was surprised and if at all I had some good impression left, of her, it drained off automatically at that very instant leaving a blank space.

Little did I know that she befriended people only for her advantages. She pushes around with everyone, even with teachers and literally pushes whoever comes her way , to become the first , be it in the queue  for presenting the slide in the bio lab, or for getting apparatus in chemistry lab.
She would be the first to submit any assignments and she often do a Hermione in class…
Seriously her attitude is horrible. I guess anybody in my class would agree with me except for some practical thinkers. (Well don’t bother them. Hmmm ..who knows ,these so called practical thinkers may even support terrorism. The ever increasing human population being the hot problem of today’s world that  causes geologic and economic instability and  decelerates the development of any country ,terrorism is a great “boon” and “solution” to decrease the population rate right?!?:o )

Well coming back to the topic, She seems quite proud to admit that she is over smart! And once said that she is ready to do anything for her education, that being her top priority…..
Now, the whole purpose of education has gone waste!
She justifies all her acts by saying that it was the problem of today’s world where one cant survive, unless one can compete and win and be perfect of all. And hence only the fittest would survive. Now that leaves a lot for me to wonder. i should say this is insane. What are we up to?

Let me tell you my view on competition .competition only reflects one’s uncertainness of his abilities and confidence and it further reflects his fear .why because if one really believes in himself, he  will definitelywork at his  own pace.success to him is always visible,unlike for others who runs in search of it....
when one is ready to polish his potential to the core he wont be afraid of anything and most importantly he would compete only with himself.

Today People are so very self absorbed and they are like “oh god, let them all go down in life” hey seriously why cant it be like “oh god help me to come up in life” at least?
Again, “survival of the fittest” is the golden words what is followed in politics too, world wide. No wonder the politics is getting dirtier by day…
Further this phrase was given by the sociologist Herbert Spencer to allude the theory of natural selection given by Charles Darwin and Alfred Wallace, something what happens among the lower organisms, where the creatures who can adapt and are reproductively fit would survive and others will be eventually eliminated.

Now are these practical thinkers out there still trying to say that, this is what is required in this era? that homo sapiens should go back  and behave like lower animals?
Who knows they might even nod a yes! wowJthen that’s going to be an interesting irony…..seriously what has happened to the intellect that we are known for?