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A poem I wrote for My brother this Raksha Bandhan:)

I opened my eyes to see a happy face Smiling at me with a wicked gaze Is this my new doll he asked Mommy She said -U may hold her, if u aren’t clumsy So I was cuddled up in a pair of hands She’s all mine! - He did chant Ever since my Brother, you’ve looked after me; Watching me through for eternity What would’ve I have done without you Who would I cry to, who would listen to my blues?! Who would tell me what is wrong or right? And occasionally hit me and pick up a fight? Chettan you are Daddy & Mummy combined A Father , A Mother- well defined So this Raksha Bandhan I pray that we Are the best pair of supportive siblings the WORLD could ever see! J

Dated till....I become Bald!

Now I know why Mummy always told me to take care of my beautiful long, thick, black hair. 1 st year hostel: Ah blah I’ll treat it however I want to 2 nd year hostel: I’ve cut it a little more..Its ok 3 rd year hostel: Yuck , Now I’ll change my style altogether Final year: I want my long hair baaaaack!! Ist year work: hmmmm …Its growing fine , maybe I should take more care of it 2 nd year: What!!..Just now it was fine. How is it   suddenly thinning down ! Last week: ( Me to everyone): I think I’ll shave off my hair Yesterday: ( Me to beautician): I think I’ll let you cut it all off….( Anyways am cutting it off!) So voila! Here I am again with yet another experience!. Just that I feel bad thinking about the times Mummy used to take such good care of it. A really poor way to repay her L No probs…Change is good J . As for now…happy or sad I dunno….But I do feel a weight off my shoulders J

RUH....

In your arms I feel secure You welcomed me with such ease Nothing had I to ponder about You kept me through for infinity. Throughout my love for you was pure It will remain so for ever and ever Your warmth, your comfort, how sophisticated you are Nothing shall match it in the coming times. How I missed you once I flew away To know that things wouldn’t be the same again Not like the times I took you for granted From day one of my entry into this world. Love you forever my home My heart is here and shall always be I miss you more than anything now RIYADH I owe so much to you! Can’t wait to go back! At times thinking about passive things like the street lights in Riyadh make me nostalgic- These are one of those days

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

The doorbell rang and I opened the door. She was standing right there staring at me. I stared right back and I knew it instantly – it was love at first sight. I wanted to hold her, pick her up, twirl her around, and cuddle her all at once. But then what if she runs away? Such were my initial thoughts when I met little Anika for the first time. Anika is the two year old niece of my flat mate. Having heard umpteen stories about her, combined with my” not- so-usual’ love for tiny tots, I was longing to meet her one day. And there the day came before I knew it! My flat mate brought her home all the way from Chennai while her sister paid her a visit here in Bangalore. Cute Little Anika has big eyes, brownish- black hair that ends in curls, an angelic smile and energy that is a little exceptional for a two year old girl. Not to forget her out of the world grasping capacity and clear diction. All this make it a pleasure to start a conversation with her. I’ve always been curious about child ps

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Never did force this weight on any Empathy was never an option to many An angel inside me I always see All around probably agree with me Doesn’t the one have a heart that beats? Or is breaking one just another treat? Waited and waiting why to bother? Cause can’t become like any other. The mind works and hard at that The heart emerging the wretched brat One day it shall rot and die Crosses and cuts and silent cries An unjustified end sailed past And a wicked smile it did cast.

SPLASH!!!!!!

Scene 1: Walking into the apartment complex. The badminton court filled with colour and people happily covered in colour and muck! Me: (Thinking) Escape!! I try to take the lift on the other side of the apartment. Phew! Not a soul in sight! Scene 2: Two little girls covered in colour. Girl one: Didi can I put this on you? (Referring to the colour mixed in water) Me: (Thinking) how sweet, she is asking me permission before hand. Phew! My reply: Uh…No not now Before I can complete the sentence…. SPLASH!!!!! Girl two: Didi, you know what?? Me: Yeah?   (Wiping my face) Girl one: You are a fool! (Giggling hysterically) Me:   Tell me something new!…   Both girls: HAPPY HOLI!!!! Me: Same to you! And I head towards the badminton court to complete the quota! WISH YOU ALL A HAPPY AND COLOURFUL HOLI. Enjoy and have a blast J J

Vouz avez un bon sourire :)

A casual comment can just lighten up my day or anyone’s day for that matter! But is it because it is a compliment or is it because of the impact behind the reason for the compliment? I think it’s the latter. Today I happened to drop by the supermarket to pick up a few things. While waiting in line at the cashier’s, a lady tapped me on my shoulder and said “You have a beauuutiful smile”. There was a twinkle in her eye and a smile on her face which spoke a million words. I thanked her for the compliment and realized I was elated mainly because I felt I made her feel pleasant. I felt I had done something good that day although unknowingly. It made me feel positive. Think positive, smile and wish everyone well. You never know how a simple, pleasant thought can move things around you J

When the clock struck 3.12 a.m.

Transition is an inevitable element in any being and a person with a contradicting personality probably experiences it not at every junction but probably at every two steps on the road travelled. But can a twist in a personality within a time span of 22 hours be explained? Transitions perhaps need not be absorbed with fear or disgust. But when transformation is the outcome – loneliness, confusion, in capabilities set to sink in. “Nothing to ponder about “might be the most convenient way to overcome it. But after a déjà vu once, twice, thrice a feeling of emptiness, depression, sometimes even a solution to overcome fear become the outcome. At times giving away to let emotions trickle down those cheeks might not comfort for more than 5 moments. Such is the strength of transition when the needle simply doesn’t point to that dot; a very Big dot at that.