thankyou!

I Thank faye,an awesome blogger for this beautiful award she has given me

J

RULES:_

- Thank the person who gave you this award

- Write a post about it

- Answer the questions below

- Pass it on to bloggers who you think really deserve it and send them message to let them know.

1. Favorite colors: Red,black,blue,lavender

2. Favorite animal: I like each one for its own unique quality.

3.  Favorite number:7

4.Something you always wear with you and identifies you:                    hmmm. ..nothing like that.

5.  What’s your passion?: English,music..etc

6. Getting or giving presents? : 60% Giving and 40%getting presents;)        

7.Favorite day of the week: Saturday

 I wanna pass on this award to the following amazing bloggers.Their blogs have always served as a source of inspiration,happiness and much more,for me.

1.Sneha-( my classmate ,friend, and an excellent blogger)

2.Andy-(a wonderful poet.love all his poems!)

3.Baiba-(a friend,sweet blogger and an avid follower of mine)

4. Melynda (what can I say about her??an enthusiastic, happy lady)

5.Elisa (strong lady ,and a great blogger)

6.Yvonne ( zealous blogger and another awesome poet)

7.Jesayka (my friend and a superb blogger)
   

8. Deeps ( a truly amazing and philosophical blogger)

Have a good day everyone:)

The power lies within you.

Sometimes everything goes wrong. You fall. The world laughs at you.

What will you do then? What can you do then?

Strange as it may sound, but there still will be two options left for you to choose from.

YOU can sit down, cry aloud, let the dark memories obsess you, feel guilty, question your faith, curse yourself, blame the fate,  consider it as the end of everything like a real coward

OR

YOU can stand up, smile at the laughing world, fight back, believe in yourself, free your immortal spirit to clutch what it wants, consider it as the beginning of everything, rise up like a phoenix

Which one do you like to choose?

The power to do anything in your life, lies within you.

you can let the fear devour you or you can devour the fear.

Remember, you are the creator of your own destiny.

No one else is, nothing else is…

To smile or not to smile.......:)

So The other day I was walking on the road, and saw one of my neighbours coming opposite to me. As she neared, naturally I smiled at her but she only stared back. I abruptly stopped smiling, looked at her, and made sure that she was my very same neighbour and I was not mistaken. And continued to smile.

But she simply walked way. I was surprised ‘as usual”.  “As usual “ because  this is not an exceptional incident, there had been a lot of such similar incident and every time I become surprised.

(now if you ask me “oh girl! why should you bother to smile?” I would say “why aren’t they bothering to smile?”)

What will it cost you if you just smile? As far as I know we will not lose anything but on the other hand ,will only be benefited. But you know what? Smiling is becoming a thing of the past.

Today As such, we are already ungenerous and adding to that, we are becoming parsimonious even to smile!

There are this kind of people around us, who would either give you a disgusting look as if you are a  freshly released criminal, or  stare at you so intensely as if you are an alien from another planet,when you do nothing but just SMILE at them! (no am not exaggerating)

Some times even some of my classmates fall in a dilemma whether to smile or not to and finally they will end up giving something like a “smile” and sometimes they don’t.

At times they even give a “blink-and-you-will-miss it” kinda smile! Oh ya,its a fast world..:)

What is worst is that even small kids hesitate to smile-a proof that they are losing their innocence

I am just wondering.How will it be in future ,when you smile at a tot and it is not able to recognize a smile. it would perhaps ask its mom, ”mommy,look that girl is doing a strange facial gesture…..what’s that???”

Or just think how will it be, few decades from now, when a small kid walks into a studio out of curiosity , and when the photographer shouts “smile please”.

The kid would say “what please??? Sorry I am afraid I don’t have it with me……..”,or probably they will take their ipad and google out “what is smile?”and  google in turn would  give the answer “ SMILE- a beautiful facial expression, that homo sapiens could do till 2030s by fexing the mucles at the end of our mouth,but lost it during the course of evolution…..”

 sad and funny!:P

Smile is an internationally known facial expression.

Everyone, whatever their caste,religion,country or colour may be, identifies it.

smile means positive energy,something that is beautiful and make us more beautiful, a powerful tool that can rekindle our hopes.smile is powerful than words.(if someone yells angrily at you,just smile at him\her and nothing irritates them moreJ)

so friends, if somebody smiles at you, don’t forget to smile back (of course you know the “somebody” am talking about:))

Let the 'infection' spread in this world, in this world where people kill each other for no reason…J

who am i?

Sometimes in my sky,

The sun forgets to rise,

drowning me in the darkness.

Somewhere far, the dark beasts wait,

to pounce upon me,to tear me apart...

Breathing fear, forgetting to scream

I run,

along this narrow winding road,

this empty mundane lane.

I fall, I bleed…

Who am I?

A blind butterfly dying in the dark?

A lonely loser without even a shadow?

The shaky stranger in me?

In this big bad world

I know,

I am nobody……..

Missing my brother...:(

missing my brother..

How can I describe my brother? A really tough question.

He is like an unexpected shower in the hot summer afternoon, like an oasis in the desert, like a lullaby that lulls a weeping baby, and above all, the perfect boon not everyone will getJ

Things are more beautiful and clearer when my sweet brother is with me.

But he is in a different part of the country and am missing him badlyL

I miss him when am dejected and sad but worst of all, I miss him when am happy….

With each passing day, he gets dearer and dearer to me. But wherever he is, I love him tooooo much!J 

Thankyou baiba!

 

Thank you so much Baiba for the “The irresistibly sweet blog  award”J Truly sweet of you:) and congrats! you perfectly deserve it

The rules are:

1.Copy and paste the award to your blog
2.Thank the person who nominated you
3.Share seven random facts about yourself
4.Pass the award to 5 deserving blogging buddies

seriously,7 random things about me are really tough to write. But here it goes:-

1.I am a diehard MJ fan

2.I love music and singing

3.I love sitting alone

4.i guess I am a good listener

5.I love books

6.I like fighting with my sis

7.I believe in following one's heart.

 I wanna pass on this award to:-

1.sneha (awesome blogger)  

2. Kzella(sweet blogger) 

3.Peaches Ledwidge( great blogger)

4.Irfanuddin(brilliant blogger)

5.mostafa(patriotic blogger)

 wish i could give this award to all but i should obey the rules:(
have a great day everyone....:)

Fettered Childhoods...

A couple of days back it rained heavily here. it was indeed a bliss because It rained after a long time. I rushed to the balcony to feel the cool air.

By that time, the drizzle had already become intense. I saw raindrops smiling; perhaps they were reflecting my happiness.

It was then when my eyes caught the sight of the cute little kid, my neighbour, with his face raised towards the sky. I waved at him repeatedly but he did not seem to notice it. He too was enjoying the rain, but sadly like a prisoner, from behind the grills of his house.

I saw the astonishment glittering in his eyes, the tot hardly three, put his little hands out to feel the rain and tried to open the grilles to get out. His smile had the glory of the sun at dawn.

But the next moment his grandpa appeared on the scene. He pulled him away and took him inside, I heard him yell at the little boy for trying to open the grills.

That was not the first time the grandpa did that. I had seen him chew the little boy out many times, once when he tried to pluck a flower from the pot, and the other day for feeding some biscuits to the stray dogs. I felt pity for the boy.

I recalled my childhood days, and how I used to play in the rain.

i was indeed lucky to have born in a beautiful village, to have grown up in the lap of nature.

It was then I thought about the pathetic childhoods in cities. Children are confined to their small houses or rather match boxes-like buildings.

They do not have enough space or space at all to play nor do they have an opportunity to learn from nature. Literally, a fettered childhood.

For these kids, butterflies are something that they have seen only in photos, tall buildings and skyscrapers are trees, as they grow and spread like an epidemic here. Their ears hardly know the sounds of chirpings of birds and pitter -patter of rain but are more adjusted to the drilling and other noises of a city.

In a way, city life curbs the bubbling enthusiasm of these tiny tots to find out how things work around them.

Young mind is a wonderland where thousands of questions take birth every moment. Their Curiosity must be quenched .But sadly In today’s whizzing world where do people have time to answer all those questions? Thus, the interest gradually withers.

Yet it’s ironic that one of the reasons why people move to cities is for better educational facilities. The thing is that education is not something that happens within the four walls of a room.

When these children grow up, losing their true childhood, like machines among machines, and tomorrow boast about how many friends they have in FB and about defeating the enemies in their videos games and about how they love their Ipads, and miss their Ipods, I just tremble at the thought of  the future generations! I guess they wont have a childhood at all, even to lose!

This is it!

Dear MJ,

You stole our hearts with your superlative songs, with your electrifying moves, and with your unrivaled moonwalk, like a smooth criminal.

I still remember the time when, as a kid like a fanatic I watched your videos endlessly. All pretty young things! they drived me wild..

After all when your songs are playing who can beat it?

You are the thriller!The invincible,daring and dangerous.
You made everything you touched, into gold.The king of pop , Who else can be the one? 

you told us that the man in the mirror should change first, to heal the world. you tried to change the bad, human nature with your unique songs.what more can you give?

you always are a reason to Smile. The way you make me feel ,I simply cant express.

But…you have gone too soon, making us cry,before we could say-don’t walk away.Perhaps,Heaven could not wait… but why?

The truth is but, some people never die…

Yes!you live in the hearts of a million people like mine,black or white. You rock our world!

And I wanna scream this out. I just cant… NO! We just can’t stop loving you!

This-is-it!

Advices,advices everywhere,unable to breathe!

So What’s this thing that you get free of cost in abundance and more than that everyone is very keen and generous to offer and still  we mostly don’t bother to accept???

BRAVO! Yes, it is advices! And particularly students ‘prey fall’ for the glib and clichéd advices about their future .

Because here in India 10^th and 12^th grades, 12th   especially is considered to be the turning point in a student’s life. (I wonder why everyone is forced to turn at the same point. Won’t turning points be different for different people?)

“Somebody’s opinion about what another person should do”-this is how an Encarta dictionary defines the word “advice”

Isn’t that sounding stupid?! So everyone can advice anyone about anything!

 Suppose a person A advises a girl X about which career she should choose and Some B advises the same girl X about the same topic,  but the advices are totally different from what A has said, and both are equally good, what should this girl do???

Wouldn’t she feel lost unless she is robustly determined to follow her heart and not the advices?

So, what I understand is, these advisers are actually trying to prove and make us follow whatever they feel is right in their opinion, which they gathered from their experiences that they learnt from their life.

So let me ask you a question. Do you think that lessons one has gathered from his or her experiences would be exactly applicable to everyone?

That can’t be! It’s high time that people should stop advising glibly.

Worst of all, There is yet another group who advises every one to be practical. Such people want us to leave our dreams because for them, dreaming and achieving them are not practical in this era unless our dream is about becoming a doctor or engineer in our life!

Now are these the only professions in this whole universe?

Oh, ya! just heed their words and at the end of the day, we will definitely find ourselves walking along with a crowd where everyone shares the same identity…cheers to the elders! Look at the result of being practical!

Of course it is in our hands to take or simply ignore those advices but sadly most of the time we get brain washed or influenced by our elders if we an unstable and moreover advices are highly deceptive.

Well to end this up ,given below is my definition for advice.

“A few words from a perfect person, that are strong and true, with the intensity of fire that can change our life in the correct direction ”

and not to forget that we should get them exactly when we are in desperate need of it. Too fictitious!

so truly its advices advices everywhere and we are unable to breathe….. I have only one request to the elders--  please let us follow our heart and whatever is your reason for why we should not follow our dreams, we give self contentment the top priority and once we achieve it, no doubt this world will be at our feet!

The rebirth

Up above on the cliff she stood all alone in the dark. It was a silent evening. As silent as a churchyard. A wind was howling and a lonely bird was circling in the sky. The only sound heard was that of the waves.

She slowly moved towards the tip of the cliff and looked down at the raging sea. It was beckoning her.

“Just a few moments more and I shall close my eyes for ever in peace.” She thought.

 She closed her eyes and thought about her life. The ugliest one. The most tragic one and the most disastrous…a battle in which she had only tasted defeat, she and her life were the synonyms of failure.

Suddenly she burst out                              

“YOU THERE IN THE HEAVEN! GOD! YOU ARE THE REASON!

I FAILED IN MY LIFE BECAUSE OF YOU,I AM A  QUITTER ,A  LOSER NOW!.YOU DITCHED ME! U GAVE ME NOTHING IN LIFE!!” she shouted at the top of her lungs looking up at the sky.. A tear tickled down her cheeks,.

“SO HERE I WILL END MY LIFE.THE WAY I LIKE.I SHALL NEVER LET YOU TAKE MINE.I WANNA BE A WINNER ATLEAST IN DEATH!”

And With a deep breath, she threw herself into the sea…

 She felt the chill air against her body as she floated in the air. She wasn’t scared but it was a bliss.She went deep down the sea while the water splashed very high.

Slowly, down and down she went. She felt the water fast entering her ears and nose but she showed no sign of struggle. She was enjoying the serenity she had never got in her life…

”I am dying” she thought

“He gave me nothing in life .he forgot me. He does not exist. I am the mistake of god”she thought repeatedly

But something was bothering her.It was not death at all for she was loving it now better than her life.

What was it then? it was a spark in her soul.

she felt like somebody was talking to her, from within the soul.

she heard the deep voice close to her ears speaking

”Dear girl, dont be a fool. .Hasn’t god given you anything?

THINK! HASNT HE GIVEN YOU A LIFE?...

 A life to live and show the world who you really are? but what did you do?

Like a coward you tried to hide yourself from life.

why? because of your sufferings?

Ah dear girl! WHAT YOU LACKED WAS A DREAM .A DREAM TO FOLLOW. Had you had one ,all the pains would have dissolved in your dream.you never knew that.God cant make mistakes. He can’t ditch anyone…”

And the voice stopped and she opened her eyes very wide. The salt water blistered her eyes, but a desire shone brightly in them. Something she never had before.

But By then death had entangled her .Her lungs were burning. she couldn’t breath. Her heart hardly was beating.

But with all her left strength,she dived upwards.water choked her.she gasped for breath.Like a fish out of water she struggled in water.

“GOD!” for the first time she called, with all her heart. “what a coward am i…..”

By then all she wanted was to live her life…But she was dying. Minutes passed by and she was drowning.

But suddenly her eyes caught a sight. she was sure that it was not a mirage..

out of nowhere came an odd ship…it quickly neared her.

what an ecstatic sight it was. She felt confidence pouring into her heart.

As the ship neared an old man  offered his hand to her and said

“It’s the rebirth. Believe in yourselves”.

His smile was strange.bewildered,she eagerly holded his hands and climbed onto the deck.she was pale and weak.she felt like she was slipping away. Into another world.

”is this my end??NO,I don’t want to die” she whispered unclearly.

Through her narrow eyes, she saw the old man coming towards her. His eyes were hypnotic .unusually divine….

She closed her eyes slowly

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Birds chirped enthusiastically. And the dawn was breaking. the golden rays  were gradually spreading. she woke up and sat down. She was on the shore.

To her left she saw the cliff from which she had jumped into the sea last night.

”I am alive! ” she shouted in high spirits.

She tried to recall what had happened to her last night. Everything seemed like a dream.

“and the ship??” she suddenly stood up and looked around. The ship was gone. Nor were there any traces of that old man.

she was alone there. She felt an incredible change. To her body and mind. Her heart was full of determination. To live her life,to win the battle. It was the rebirth. No pain, no sorrows, and no torments could cripple her again. Her mind overflowed with positive energy.

But something else was haunting her.the face of that old man

” but Who was he?”,she asked to herself.A thousand questions rose in her mind.

‘that voice and that old man..they have something in common….The voice, the ship, the man,those eyes,the divinity,the smile….. What can they all mean…????” she thought

She didnt notice that she was crying. And little did she knew that those tears came out at the realization of a big truth.

the truth.

“it means”,she sobbeb and looked up at the sky, “that it was  you???,dear god!….”

She turned around and started to walk.. …

Somewhere far the church bell rang and the waves splashed against the rock like never before….

Red Rose...

Promises were broken and they parted

Leaving the red rose behind…

She lay there all alone.

Slept silently in the cold.

The Dewdrops were her tears in disguise…

A breeze gently kissed her cheeks,

But it couldn’t carry her fragrance afar,

Because she was withering.

Like those separated. Empty, loveless, hearts,

her petals scattered…

Unnoticed, crushed and young,she died

And faded away

Her untold story died along….

The once, beautiful red rose

Now sleeps deep down the earth

Alas! How many like her……….

              

oooh that scary night!

Well this happened when I visited Kerala this time. I still cant forget that creepy night when I struggled alone to sleep!

To tell you about this incident, first I need to describe an old lady because this whole incident revolves around her.

In my childhood days, I lived with my granny in Kerala.

I still remember an old lady who used to visit my granny often, mostly during evenings to have a chat with her. she was our neighbour. she lived alone, quiet near to us.

 A bold lady all clad in white she was. A widow. Actually, in most of the rural parts of India, widows usually wear just plain white clothes and lead a simple life. She was a medium sized fair woman of my gran’s age, with dark grey hair. She walked in a majestic way.

About 8 years back she committed suicide, hanged herself from the ceiling of her house. The reason what everybody thinks is ‘the avoidance and ill-treatment she faced from her children.’

Nobody expected this from her even in the wildest dreams. The news was so shocking.

After her death, that house did not go unoccupied as I expected. Her very son and family lives in there now! And no ghost stories came up as I expected ! you know because of her unnatural death….

(from then onwards I understood we must expect the unexpectedJ)

So years went by and yes, this whole thing died a natural death and people forgot all about this.

(And it was a few years after that we moved to Chennai and now my aunt and her family lives there in the house where we lived.)

This time when I visited my aunty there, do not know why but I just could not stop thinking about that poor lady.

Every time I sat idle, that woman’s face filled my mind. I just kept on thinking about how she must have got he courage to commit suicide, her last moments, Wondered whether she would have cursed her children, whether her spirit be floating around her house and all (well ,mysteries, parapsychology interests me)

So this particular night I just couldn’t sleep. And oh my god. I just cant forget that night. I started imagining all sorts of weird things. I thought I saw a white lady hanging upside down from the ceiling. And her face was of that lady’s!

I shut my eyes so hard and the next moment I heard a kind of tap on the door.

Then the sound faded away.

I could not breathe but felt a sudden breeze and heard rustling of the dry leaves. It sounded like somebody was crushing them

Even the ticking of the clock sounded scary. And as the minutes passed by I just couldn’t understand whether I was imagining or whether It was all happening!

I felt like somebody was moving around the house and thought i saw a pale face that vanished swiftly, every time I looked out of the window!

But the funniest part was that  I knew I was scared but my pride did not allow me to wake my cousin up J .(well. bet nothing could have waken her up.)

 I tried to put on a brave front and waited for the ghost to come to me. If she came at all ,I decided to shake her hands and say “hey gran whats up?.oh you look so pale. Nutrition deficiency?”:D

So I waited and waited filling my heart with bravery, but guess I fell asleep soon (or unconscious???:))

The next morning I woke up and could not stop laughing, thinking about how stupid I had been the last night!

I didn’t say this to anyone.(ya u guessed the reason rightJ).seriously embarrassing….

Well but the night was real scary. Did I actually see her or did I simply imagine it, I still dont know!

just cant forget that night. But I know her soul is resting in peace…yes her soul is….. yes yes

Well, wouldn’t her soul be??? :P

And i am back!!!

And Finally I am back! After having a good time there in my hometown .

yes! Had a blast with my cousins….:)

But I seriously missed blogging and reading all the beautiful posts of my friends…L

Well I have so many things to write about the beautiful days I spent in kerala here but the problem is I don’t know how to start and make it “bore –free”;D

And more than that, some things can never be expressed but only felt.

 But there are a few things that I want to pen down  here that too, in points. Some things that I learnt from my visit to my home town, this time.

 1. There are some hearts in this world where in  the rivers of pure love have not at all dried up.

2. Even if a person you hate , becomes a reason to hate a place where he/she lives, there will be a thousand other reasons to love and like that same place.

3.The feeling you get after you speak aloud whatever you feel is right and fair is just incredible!

4.Unbelievable Changes (both good and bad) can happen to  anyone at anytime that too anywhere!

Well, that’s it. By the way, I am so glad to see some really good comments and followers which have made my day!

So I just cant wait!!! SO Here I come to visit you allJ

dream...

It is a dream. A dream, as hollow as a bubble.......

That’s the reason why, your smile did not become my lullaby and why your heartbeats did not smoothen my wrinkled soul and why I never met you and why there is no YOU........

Mother's Day!

No language is great enough to describe how special a mother is to her child

she changes our sadness to smile,our weakness to strength, and our fears to assurance….

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO ALL THE BEAUTIFUL MOTHERS IN THIS WORLD!(Mom,especially to you J ) 

Ofcourse for a mother, everyday is mother’s day! J