Here I come, says the Autumn !!
I wish I could warmly welcome,
for all the fall colors it brings,
but for the rain and cold that stings.
Nevertheless, this reminds me of the Autumn Song by Sarojini Naidu,
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?
Wish I could write as good as her appreciating the fall season.
- Peace
As I look at her sleep,
unknowingly towards her I creep.
As I gently brush her hair,
I could feel ‘love is in the air’.
No less pretty were those
eyes which were serenely close.
Her lips so tightly zipped,
looked like cherries in honey dripped.
When she suddenly tossed to the other side,
at first disappointed and later I realized,
that she had just farted,
making the love in the air polluted.
I stood by the mirror,
as I noticed to my horror,
that a tiny pimple had emerged,
and to pluck it my heart urged
I immediately washed my face,
which burned as the water touched it’s surface.
The pain almost made me cry,
but I tried to gently pat it dry.
Acne as the doctors call it,
could be a teenagers biggest demerit,
as it erupts all over blemishing the skin,
hurting as though someone’s pricking with a pin
It’s an evil with practically no cure,
suffer as the skin can never again feel pure,
trying all the drugs available in market,
only to realize nothing has any effect.
However, I applied some lotion,
though it’s a useless medication.
Red to yellow to white changed it’s color,
from day to day and hour to hour.
I tried to keep my cool,
as the pus began to drool.
It stayed unconquered for three days,
and then vanished without a trace
When the going gets tough,
the tough gets going.
It may sound simple enough,
but it’s just more than a saying.
One can never deny,
how we at times fall into deep shit,
harder it gets, harder we try,
never tending to quit.
The troubles are always lurking,
behind some of the doors of future,
and on opening the wrong door,they begin smirking,
pleased to see the new prey for torture.
Life is not always about reaching a dead-end,
from which there is no going back.
It is full of moments happy-sad perfectly blend,
which comes in a surprise/shock, gift-wrapped pack.
If all the blues have to end one fine day,
the tip is, do hard-work or borrow some luck,
and pray everything goes well in the God’s play.
Truth is ‘ HISTORY REPEATS ‘ & life would again start to suck.
Can’t believe sixteen years have passed,
when on one of those auspicious days,
I stepped into that heavenly place.
and ever since time rolled on so fast.
Those days back at school,
each being a new day under the sun,
so full of frolic and fun,
despite the heavy schedule.
There was joy, there were tears,
loads of love and hugs and kisses,
helping hands in times of crisis,
many a silly/serious fights,ending up as worst fears.
At the end of the day,
all the cold war and icy silence had to end,
because we always felt “I can’t be annoyed with my friend “,
and a smile works the way, which words can never say.
I wish that day had never come,
when we had to scatter and depart.
I kept all of you so intact in my heart,
with love for all , and hatred for none.
P.S: Maitri, Ravali, Kavya, Jaya, M.V, Rachsi, Pratima, Roopa
(A smile and an ever-lasting smile,
a smile can bring you near to me ,
never let me find you gone ,
coz that would bring a tear to me)
It was on a bright sunny day, that he woke up into his senses and realized they completed two happy years of moving-in together.Though busy men tend to miss out on dates and occasions, he was too different from these ordinary men, for he was the epitome of forgetfulness.He could potentially drive back home thinking he is heading for office, finish up his lunch in morning T-break, end up in a friends house for a party scheduled next/previous week.Despite being cursed with a poor memory, he was witty and smart at maintaining a record of every minute detail.
So, he had made plans for the rest of the day.The couple drove to the resort by the beach.They walked in the sands, hand in hand, recalling the moments they spent in each others company trying to relive them.Most of the conversation consisted of she saying, “You remember this/that” , “Do you recall what all we did last Christmas”, so on.All he could do was nod and smile smugly.He suggested lunch as he couldn’t take the irony any longer.
Relentlessly, they returned for luncheon.She could easily guess from his restlessness, that something was hovering over his mind.After a sumptuous meal, they ordered for some slush to go with the hot afternoon.She preferred strawberry while he went with grapes.Ever since, she began to drink he was throwing skeptical looks at her.She was getting uncomfortable but decided to stay put.As she drank slowly, taking a gulp at a time, he finished his in one shot.For a while, she wondered if he had a slush or a juice.He started to hurry her as though it was the restaurants closing time.She uninterestedly finished the drink, when he stared at her and then the glass bewildered.She began to get confused.He took the glass and started to observe it.He put his hand and removed from it a chunk of uncrushed ice-ball.He angrily threw away the glittering piece of shit.Then he inverted the glass and poured the remnants out.She stared at him curiously while he darted to the manager of the restaurant.He began to yell at them saying something like swindlers and stuff.She hurried past his side and produced her hand forward something that restored the silence.
“Honey, if I’m not mistaken is this what you are searching for?”.The tint of diamond sparkled in her hands and she started to blush.He affectionately took the diamond ring and slipped into her finger.Then his mysterious face had many questions to be answered.She looked at the diamond on her finger and relayed him the story coyly…
“I’m sorry to have gone through your diary last night.I thought you might have some important work which needs to be reminded of.Then I saw how you have planned the entire day.You had actually forgotten to carry the ring, to my worst expectations, so I treasured it in my bag.”
They both laughed merrily and he started to wonder what he had spoken or given to the waiter who attended their order.Barely able to recollect and not willing to ruin the moment he let go of this issue.Late in the evening, when it was time to drive back home they approached the car and he began to search for the inevitable possession.
He had fallen into some arbitrary conversation and gave the waiter his car-keys.The great intelligent HE, finally recalled how he messed up the day.
Summers can not only be bright and scorching, but also enlightening.This is one of the many things I learned this summer.Well there is a list of lot more that I got to know the hard way.If i were to prioritize my “DID YOU KNOW’s?”, this is how it looks like…
1. To fix a women’s kitchen is a torture:
It has been about a fort-night,since we moved into our new house.It was a hot summer after-noon, when a family of three happy faces unlocked the key to a home sweet home.The broad smiles momentarily faded away into a curious sough at the pile of packages that stretched endlessly in front of us.My father escaped all the unpacking head-ache, faking a real head-ache.
So, that left the unfortunate me as a prey to my mother’s impatience.We started off by fixing the kitchen.We had to fish through the boxes,figure out which contained the kitchen stuff.Once found, we had to carefully unpack and then clean the stuff with a NO NOISE policy.For a few items it had to be decided if it were to be kept or discarded.Given a choice I would have discarded the entire kitchen section.The fittest survivor would now be given a right place.I didn’t even know what and why most of the items existed.It was close to evening and the kitchen still seemed half-empty.I was tired and sweating like a shoe, so requested my mother for a cup of coffee,all to get a reply “We still dint find the filter”.It just left with a huge question mark, “What the hell were we doing all this while?”.Damn I hate the kitchen of my house.
2.Never let your shoes choose you:
My footwear has betrayed me hell too many times.Last weekend I happened to go to the airport to receive my cousins.Since, it was an early morning flight, I had to wake up early.I could have gone from bed but for the family melodrama.I put on a churidar,forgot to change my floaters and rushed away.That ironically seemed to be the first thing everyone else noticed but for me.
One evening my uncle asked me to accompany him out for some work.We were driving by the beach road, when all of a sudden he decides to take a walk by the beach.The idiot I’m, was wearing quite a heel, and nodded for it with a grin.The stroll was painfully exciting, for the heel would pierce into the sand each time I stepped.The sling-backs gave me a couple of shoe-bites.So, a pair of slippers has been my pick of the month.
3.Climbing stairs is not a cake-walk:
Now that I live in the box in a cube eco-system(I mean flat, apartment culture).There is some kind of power shortage in our apartment due to which the elevator wouldn’t work for a couple of weeks.I, a resident of the 4th floor has to count the days before it starts working.I have to think twice before I leave the house, for the myriad flight of stairs have begin to scare me.It just feels like I got asthmatic or rheumatic by the time I ring my door-bell.So, moral of the story top floors could be well ventilated and airy but they are a real pain.
4. Never say ‘yes’ to baby-sitting:
My family and my uncle’s family had to go for a marriage.So, I was asked to baby-sit their kids.Though they were 10 and 12 yrs age wise but boys will be boys.They forced me into watching a couple of Harry-Potter movies.Once the movie got over, each one was fighting over the remote,one for CN and the other for Pogo(wonder what big difference it made, they were cartoons anyway).Littered the whole house on the excuse that they were eating, which I had to clean up again.I dozed off for a while, when it started to rain.These fellows neither did they wake me up nor close the windows.The entire house was flooding with water by the time I woke up.Drying up was a real Herculean task I bet.
5. Escaping from my school friends is next to impossible:
As I was too tired to go n see my school friends, I din’t even give them my new address or contact number.But what the hell, they some how trace my new number and call me up out of the blues.First, they cordially invite me for a get-together and then kick my ass, hard(real hard).Okay, thanks gals for making me understand now( by the painful way though) that we all are inseparable.I do regret that I missed out on meeting a few of them.Some of them had already left for their training, by the time they got my number and I couldn’t bid them an adieu.I think Jaya tops the apology list 
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6. Never argue with an angry mother.Especially, when you don’t know how to cook.Trust me she could starve you to death.Now don’t make promises to her that you could learn cooking.It turns out the kitchen is a horrible place to live in.
7.Never plan things for the next day without seeing the news-paper.Yesterday, my whole shopping spree boiled down to a disappointment.All the shops were closed and streets were deserted but for some mobs.A few police patrols blah blah…
Well, there were many weird experiences either too long or too embarrassing to pen down.And most of them have become volatile with time 
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“What am I doing here?”, I mean why have I even opened blogger when I have an exam tomorrow(I’m supposed to be meddling with the ppts.).When I have my course piled up like a mountain and I don’t even know a word of what is there in it.I can hear the pitter-patter rain-drops while the rustles of my note-book pages seems to divert my attention.My eyes want me to look out of the window while the innumerable slides on my laptop are calling me for help.I can smell the Earth, after a the brief moment of showers.I can see the wet grass, heaving a sigh of relief after a hot scorching day.The green carpet of grass outside my window all the more greener and twinkling under the cloudy dark blanket of sky.
The rain stopped eventually, and my chat windows are blinking with people inquiring me what all I have studied? How much left? which suddenly plunged me into the reality.It’s become all the more humid and warmer now.The thin layer of sweat on my fore-head, stands as the proof.
This brief moment of impulsiveness, reminds of a poem by William Henry Davies….
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Good Night… to all
The color of the day seems to be pink.Pink has become the new black so what is the new pink.God alone knows.Anyways, I’m the kind of a person who would love to have even my blood blackened if given an option(but not the complexion though, after all fair skin is a girl thing you see).By now you might have guessed if it’s going to be for the topic or against the topic.
Yes I’m stand first on the list of critics for the above statement or the emerging new trend.How can a color like pink take the place of black.Black is that one cool and sexy color which goes with everything and everywhere.From weddings to divorces and from birthday parties to funerals.Black can easily be the color code in schools to colleges to pubs to shopping.Be it formal/informal.
It may not be that hard to imagine a marriage/some other ceremony where all the women are shimmering in livid pinks and all the men wrapped in pink flannels and tuxedos.But what at the sight of a funeral? (English funerals have a code color black, as till date).How would it be if everyone came to mourn in gaudy and flowery pinks? I wonder how funny the corpse itself, would look wrapped in a pink and buried in a pink coffin…:P. So, the funeral could turn into one big comic.
There are a category of Indians who believe black is an inauspicious color(my mother tops this list).It represents the Satan/Shani(The God of E.V.I.L).So, each time we go out for shopping and the first thing my hand reaches and my eye catches are tints of black.My mother would be like you’ll get unlucky if you buy and wear that, and my simple reply like I don’t wear clothes to get lucky would piss her enough to let me buy what I want(after all what would the ring with my birth-stone do? it will work right..:P).At the end of the day she repents a lot for escorting me out.This makes me even more crazy about the things I buy because I fight for them and the fruits of toil are often sweet.
I just wish I have the best piece of every dress with a tinge of black in it (not happens always though).I would end up in a sigh each time I open my cup-board and pick a pink dress for me if I have to sink into the new fashion standards.I would even not mind if blue were the new black.But pink, that too not a baby-pink or something that real gaudy and horrible magenta kind of pinks, are freaking me out each time I chose to shop.I just hope the fashion doesn’t go as insane as they make the yellow the new black or should I say the yellow the new pink…I’m confused at this point.
Well, there are two reasons for putting myself in the category of young women.Read all the post as if you are reading it on the 28th of April, because the present tense sounds more effective in times like this.
Firstly, I turned 21 today (I’m already a day older now:P, since it’s posted on the 29th). This is probably the last of my B’days in IIIT-A, with all the fun and friends included.I still remember the day when I first cut the cake here and now it surprises me how quick time flies by.This has perhaps been the most wonderful of all years.As always all my friends gathered, the candles were blown, the cake was cut and song was sung.Unfortunately, this time I got bumps as well along with the gifts.My poor ex-roomie also got her ass kicked.We smeared the cake all over the faces of others.Sameera’s face was a master-piece.Puja’s floor was all stained, so the hostesses(Puja ‘n’ Sammera) of the show were cursing me.Sorry to you guys:P. Though it felt great to have all my good friends around, but the fact that all this fun would bite the dust pretty soon irked me inside.
Secondly, we had this placement photo session.The stage was set and the batch of B2K5 presented themselves in their best formal apparel.The guys for a change were looking all spick and span.I guess this is first time after our ragging period, when we got to heave a sigh of relief from all the stylist hair-does and ruffled mustaches and/or beards.We girls were all dressed prim in suits of pastel shades.Well, it happens once in a blue moon that all girls of the batch sport the Indian ethnic look.The brief profile photo session, was followed by a group picture.Now, it feels good that I kind of know my entire batch(I mean everybody by their names and faces).Trust me I was very bad at it once upon a time.Summing it up, we finally enjoyed the afternoon though the sun was throwing it’s curses on us.
I feel like the entire day has come and gone in a flash, bringing with it a melange of joy for the moment, hope for tomorrow and fear for the far-off future yet to come(the actual placement season I mean).
Signing off now,for I have a horrible exam tomorrow.
