Rains :)

Staring into the wide open space from behind a glass box, thoughts wandered far away, immersing one in a world beyond which the eyes met. The sky was brightly illuminated by the sun glowing far and wide clouds scattered itself along the horizon, silver lining looked its best. The time had come for rains to set in, but they never came, the flora, the fauna, everything that moved, and everything that lived except that one which walked on two legs.

Who could blame the two legged species, the rains set in and water overflowed everywhere hindering their ways to and from their destinations, for those who lived in those concrete jungles, but for those who lived amongst the green, rain was always welcome for it always brought life its way as long as it did not cross nature’s limits.  Sprouts are always beautiful to the eye who knows to behold beauty at its simplest. The young ones made little boats which sailed every puddle by, the older generation praising God for his goodness in making the fruit of the soil grow, giving food to the living.

Noon passed by when a dark cloud came, just dark not furious with wrath, a cloud which carried gentleness to be showered down on the earth. The sky darkened and the heaven’s opened to pour out rain in its season, the earth smiled at the thought of being watered and it rained.

From behind the glass, all that the eye could see, was water being showered over green and concrete making no difference to either. The dusty leaves came back to life with a new aura which summer had hidden. The life of the monsoons bloomed in the fraction of a second, a new era in the ever cycling world of seasons.

The earth was full and the heavens closed up, the gentle breeze moved the clouds away giving way for the sun to caress the earth again. A few droplets declined to leave the atmosphere as to spray the rays into beautiful colors, a sight one’s eyes could not take off.

As dusk set in, the glass turned opaque closing the only window to the outer world, that of beauty and beast and all that was left was one’s own reflection, the only constant from where we learn to draw life’s beauty.

To a, Hell of a ride

Suffocated by the absence of living things, overwhelmed by the presence of too many of them though caught up in two different worlds separated by differences not comprehended by the average mind, Lorel & Hardy set out on a crib hunt 


 Captured by the imagination of privacy but not intimidated by loneliness the journey began, the first day of crib hunt ended up in seeing a place bigger than the pocket size and meeting an old couple who for some reason wanted to protect them beyond comprehension though asked for none. To counter disappointment the day ended feasting on things they don’t remember.
Desperateness made them end up in a place which was plagued by creatures of different species.


 Like children let out into the playground from a classroom, the journey began with excitement in everything they saw or touched. Even the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling made their hearts leap for joy that sleep evaded their eyes. 


 The excitement slowly died down and the creatures made their lives peril some that the door seemed so far away for fear of being mauled and the stench made their noses explode. Every morning Lorel & Hardy toiled to reach the door playing hide and seek with everything which moved and an air freshener in hand to avoid the stench. Though the excitement faded sleep still evaded, giving a glimpse of sweet rest in the wee hours of the morning. Every morning it was the same routine of rushing and pushing each other to make it on time. 


 The journey was even more peril some for the two owing to a wrecked shoulder and a destroyed knee respective to both preventing both from carrying their livelihoods up and down hill. One got robbed the other fell in ditches with the only silver lining of a few superheroes in their lives saving them from a thieves or from tiny creatures threatening to displace them from their cribs.


 In the midst of all of this their sole soul mate who never left their sides was the ‘joy of freedom’, freedom to choose. Companionship meant different now. Though two people may drive each other crazy, every minute is the making of crazy memories made to laugh or cry for a lifetime. Thought time and space separates the two they still cling to those memories where every minute was uncertainty to the certainty they hold now. 


Ever given a chance to relive it?? Anytime a yeah!!

Black Pearl

Differentiated by beauty
Always a stranger to appreciation
Caste aside by its own for what the world calls "normal"
Beautiful.. yet undiscovered
What fault where she under.... that none noticed
Beauty which never could be hidden
Such was the life preserved.....

Rare, fine, admirable, and valuable they are called..
All formed of the same effluence...
Moving in a never ending loop...
Transforming the soft living being into the hard, beautiful pearl...
Object of beauty ....
White as the Pearl, the saying went..

What about them... the other colors..
were they to vanquish into the dust...
were they to slowly move into the ashes,
though they could never be burnt...
There is more to sayings than we know it
more to this world than what normality dictates....

Open one self to the mysteries never seen never told..
and realize the beauty of it all...

Confined within four walls during the monsoons..... in coconut land :)

Confined within four walls.

Under normal circumstances, work gets over and my day starts.... yipeeeeee eat some exotic food, since a fire extinguisher would be required close, due to my awesome culinary skills....a nice thoughtful walk back home, continued by a movie marathon or finishing a book... sleep extra late wake up extra late and then its all a blur until I reach office, usually later than my normal timings... then ur brain just goes KABOOM... u turn into just another machine out there.. until food wakes you up.. so basically food is what drives you.... and then tea time... Basically there was something to drive me..either being a machine, food or crazy company.

At home, there'z a routine not that i keep it all the time, but yeah you abide by the rules... even though you don't follow it right to the square. But then its the monsoon out here... rainy seasons at times get you depressed because you are confined within four walls... ye it is the depressing season.... and the fact that you have nothing to drive you doesn't help either.... but then every coin has 2 faces... so sitting with a steaming cup of coffee which mom brought and gave.....snuggled on the couch in my favorite blankie staring outta the window... with a shelf of books at my hands reach... and the remote of the TV, food being brought to my hand ... with all the things i love at hands reach.....out the window i can see big drops of water pouring down the dark sky..on little kids with colorful umbrellas running through the puddles.... the elders trying to control the kids splashing and dirtying the new school uniforms... the hustle and bustle of the vehicles...the trees with a new aura, the rain washing the dust away.. swaying to the rock n roll of the wind ..... the mangoes which still lasted from the summer season.... falling with like thuds of thunder.... and lightning brushing beautiful streaks through the dark sky.... and me just watching all this in peace.....no rush no hurry just peace..

But then the other side of coin pops up

The world around me is moving and I am just still .. almost as if my world just switched off.. staring into others..... enjoying the scene next to me but depressed that I just switched off mine.......

But then you hear a familiar voice saying, common you've got things to finish, move "sleeping beauty".. you realize your life is just on pause.. not switched off.. so.. time to get onto the play button ;) till then its rest.. enjoyyyyment... hehe

Its nice a coin has 2 faces... or otherwise ud be ye in a mess.. as long there are 2 faces... its cool

Christmas Eve

Id appreciate days when Christmas eve was spend in a nice and quiet way, lingering with the x'mas decorations, enjoying the aroma of cakes in the oven wanting to have some of mom's x'mas special wine she saves for after church, the lousy part of getting the house in order for x'mas....being around the family most importantly. This is one tradition which never changed in my life for the past 22 years, everyone of my X'mas memories surround my family.

This year my favorite tradition had a stopping point, I was stuck in the big city with no family around for Christmas, I was supposed to be on a bus on x'mas eve and spend the day at the office... thankfully work hours was different than usual on the 24th, we were having a nice team lunch and a bowling game..... all of us from our team .....

Cribbing has never been alien to me and tradition breaking Christmas isn't exactly something which was going to ease the lunatic thoughts running through my brain
Well like planned earlier than usual I forced myself out to go for the bowling game planned.... since I really didn't have any buddies but just colleagues it wasn't fun exactly like always, so went there bowled a few and soon enough I was at the heights of boredom.

Thankfully I met someone who qualified closely as a friend, someone who sits in the next cubicle .... you know someone you say a hi and bye to under normal circumstances
Of the professional world I belonged to, she was the only with a pinch of wit in her so we went to this fancy restaurant in the middle of the city.. pretty nice place .. like always desserts were my first choice, but since in a professional crowd I stuck to normal etiquettes of adult life ... there was white wine available which normally wasn't on my list of beverages. Me and my hi-bye friend tried a bit of it ignoring the good girls who thought white wine wasn't good for their good girl image .........

Yuvraj Singh was there having lunch with his yoga teacher, the moment the crowd realized he was there, everyone went hustle-bustle for pictures with him, never was a cricket fan, his presence made no difference to me ...
Still was curious about the x'mas tree they had .. it was Christmas after all...

So with my adventure done with the professionals and my with my house keys shipped off to some strange land.. and with a bus to catch ... I had to find my keys with the help of a mobile phone, however i managed to traverse strange lands to get my house key, and before I knew it, I was home but ye unknown water traversing did pizz me off... packing my bags seemed a tedious job and finally I surrendered to my faithful companion sleep.. though I was woken by an alarm of 'did i miss my bus' syndrome...

Since my nieghbour was going to the bus stop which was in the area that I had to board too.. had a friend to tag along... the place was so full of people than usual, made me realize the magnitude of travel on an auspicious eve... well as eager I was to board the bus, the bus seemed to take ever to come and was 2 and half hours late.....

Having a lot of baggage which included mine and a friend of mine's, and at last they said the bus had come .... apparently there had to be a switch 39 kms from Bangalore and the bus in which I had to travel 39 kms looked a rut with strange people in it.... yes I was freaked but thankfully I had a friend by then, he was going to Cochin on vacation, cute fella :) I met him at the travels, and then he disappeared to see him when we were boarding the half working bus.... he was a very inquisitive one .. but his questions did intrigue me .. it did keep my mind off the half wrecked bus ..it was sad when he slept off half way through .... the 8 year old was awfully exhausted.... he made a good buddy though.... too bad I didn't get to say goodbye, the poor chap was too tiered to wake up ....

Well it was back to being spooked again.... so I told my friend who booked me the ticket no sleep until i sleep ... it was pretty nice keeping people from sleep and bugging them....

and finally after two hours in the wrecked bus.. I finally switched to a decent bus
nevertheless for the bomb I paid, I still stay the bus was a wreck.... the seats were crampy the temperature was so low that it was freezing no blankets nor there were leg rests......

I forgot my lousy journey and all that accompanied it when I saw my dad waiting for me, though I was tiered and sleepy, everything just disappeared in my dad's hug .. all I knew was that I was happy being home and just saying 'Merry Christmas'

Now we are free

Technically morning at the office or in terms of the Indian Standard Time noon at office is boring unless your tail is on fire that you hardly notice time passing by, music is one way to ease your nerves either when its on fire or lazily whiling away time.
Listening to one of my favourite tracks Now we are free-Enya, the gladiator theme song, to now I don't know which language it is in. In an effort to understand the ramblings I always loved listening to.. I checked the lyrics out, apparently it is about freedom, well what was I to expect I kissed a girl and hope my boyfriend didnt mind it(katie perry) or the club cant handle me(usher), well thats what you expect if dont catch up on sleep proper your mind wanders places you've no clue off..
This is part of the lyrics which caught my imagination

We regret our sins
but we sew our own fate and
under my face I remain feeble
under my face I smile
even alone/afraid
under my face I will be waiting
Run with me now soldier of Rome
Run and play in the fields with ponies

I still dont understand how we all come to the conclusion that what we did was bad(At times), whichever scale we are measuring on(religious scale/concious/free mind etc) we know that we follow a particular scale but only after we do what we do, FLASH.. we did wrong and regret seems to be a constant quotient, to which we react differently some have reminders and some just leave a zero behind to hurt or not to hurt.

And then we start sewing our own fate in regret, thinking its all bad just becuase of regret, when fate is not something hard cored into our lives, fate is a result of our choices in life and to make life easier there are just two choices in life Yes or No.. being that easy we scramble in choosing our own choices and sometimes finding it hard even to stick to the choices we made and then in between there we are complaining about others making decisions for you...

In all right and non-regretful choices of life we still are feeble in way even we are not aware of, however strong we might think we might be.
we have to smile like it or not...... even when we are strong and even when we are alone and afraid, waiting for the charming young prince to sweep you off your fate
(For guys I dont know what equals a charming young price, to sweep you off all your troubles). The point here is for someone or something to just get you off where you are and take you some place happy, and at times there are people/stuff to help you out of the pithole still you wait just because of you lovely companion confusion...
and still dream for something like the soldiers of Rome to run with you, like they have no better work to do... or to run with the ponies.. like humans were fast enough on thier feet to race ponies....
and give lame excuses like this is not what people/person wanted in life, like you knew better what was better for them... when you dont know what is better for you...
but still they will be part of life rather in every step you take...and hope life treats them kind.. and hope they will have all they dreamed off.. wishing them joy and above all this wishing them luck...


Life is not always about US or I its about others too... I dont know how often it is I or others though.. so need to be careful about choices..... regretting our own sin hurts bad enough.. but when it hurts others.. its even worse....So careful choices, atleast the effort to.. then we can say Now we are free....

"Im in my own little world But people up here know me"

"Im in my own little world
But people up here know me"

Though I freeze while going shopping, by the big shops, more than requirement, around you, too much to choose. I saw it and picked it up, because I knew that was so me....And obviously people who saw that, went ye so u..

But when it comes to life choices, why is it so hard to just go and get things what you want. Even when I froze in a shop, I knew what was for me in there... and ye I would always pick a shop where which fits my pocket and my choice, so in my boundaries I picked what I wanted..... But in life though I limit myself to circumstances and people similar to me, why is it so hard to just go after what I want...to speak, to do, to have and to cherish.

I guess I forgot one thing, in a shop, the things I go pick up are lifeless, but life choices involve people who are just like you, who have reflexes, emotions and an own mind. When two people have to make decisions on a same thing, wave lenghts dont match and its not as simple as inanimate objects.

But though life choices and outcomes may not always be as you want it to be, it doesnt stop it from moving on, crumbling into a shell never works, isolation is a disaster, but being with people who know you makes things different, you see something you dont see when you are in your shell, options knowing if one doesnt work out, there are a lot of options out there.

Working your head off in office might not be a new thing, but even in that mess, life teaches you to take a break, playing cricket with a 20cm bat and smiley ball, this wouldnt happen if you get stuck in a shell. Even when it hurts looking at things, to smile reminding yourself of options ,is hard, but it shows that you have overcome your weakness.. and you give that sarcastic smile to let it know, your not the end of life.

It doesnt come overnight but in the process of growing up!!
It may hurt, but its life and you will enjoy it, and that makes life a bliss :)

This is my little world too!! it works my way too