Thursday, November 8, 2012

Pitcure Perfect...

Into the rippled reflection of trees
Painted by autumn, yellow
Dusk falls with a reddish glow
Blessing it, with a purple red halo.

Standing hand in hand
With out a word, In awe
Captivated by the serenity
of nature's picturesque show

A flight of birds across
The now purplish sky
Break the bliss of stillness-
Waking us from our reverie

As we look again and smile
Into that picture now dissolved
But captured in our hearts forever
In a photographic memory

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Posessive about My Tears

Discovered an old poem of mine .. Sharing it here.

Posessive about my tears , I was
I kept it to myself safe and rare,
Selfish, I kept it all,
Friends , Nor Foes did see it fall

Possessive about my tears, I was
I stored it safe,Deep in my eyes
Hoarding it in my heart,
Just did't want to see them part

Possessive about my tears, I was,
I looked at them when all alone,
Glistening diamonds in my hands
Shining dew drops on my cheeks

Psessive about my tears, I was,
Until my love, you came along,
Sharing with you ,with out any guise
Those glistening diamonds in my eyes

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Pages of my Life

Wholly and Entirely inspired by this amazing post  of my teacher, where she wrote about the Sepia pages of her life.

The pages of my life go on
Immaterial. In consequential.
With colored reality for yester-years
Pages frayed
From nostalgic wanderings.
Some vivid , picturesque
Others with words in-significant
In tear blurred ink 
The present quickly fades into the past.
The pages turn fast
 As I watch aghast.
Staring at the blank pages ahead
Trying to enjoy each ,
As it unfolds before me.
To savor every moment as it happens
In a vain delusion that
The pen I hold will let me choose
The words  I like
Before it becomes a written page.
Another memory in my past.

Saturday, June 30, 2012



To blow a bubble
Into the deep blue sky
To see it rest perkily
On the yellow green grass
For a moment, reflecting
The colors of your rainbow smile
Before it dissolves away
Softly in the lazy summer sun

To see the excitement
Of every bubble blown
Dancing in the air around
your laughing eyes
To catch them in my  palms
For you, before the Magic stops
To build castles in the air
Of rainbow bubbles
And bask in its momentary glow.
To share the joy of your childhood
And be a child again..

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Part 2- The first meeting

It was a Saturday and she woke up at 8:00 AM. She wondered why. She would have happily slept till 10:00 AM had it not been for the whole crowd of people coming to see her. 9 people , what were they thinking? And she was pretty confident that they wouldn't like her. All her friends were going for another friend's house warming and she had missed all the fun. But she was not rebellious , in fact she was a lazy laid back person. She got up grudgingly and prepared herself for the ordeal.

Aunt :  You are still in your night dress? We have to get you looking all gorgeous in Saree. We can't have them feel that our girl is not good.. you know..

Mom : (In frenzy over the arrangements. Talking to Dad): Can you go and collect the food . It must be ready now and (to the maid). Make sure the upstairs room is perfect and keep those 2 chairs and a side table for the boy and girl.

Maid : But that chair has a problem. The back-rest is loose. It will be bad if the boy sits on it and it gives away.

Mom : Then we have to get another chair . (To Dad). Hey do you hear that..

Dad (Over the news paper): What?? Oh the chair, Mole , you make sure to sit on that chair when you take him upstairs. That problem is solved (Goes back to the paper).

Cousins(To the girl) : The postman has come and it looks like he has a registered for you.
Every one gets the registered and it turns out to be a placement order to join a software company in Bangalore after college.

Mom and Dad : this is such a good news to come today. The boy is working in Bangalore too.

She wasn't listening. Her mind was a whirl of excitement and happiness at her job. She felt nothing could take that smile off her face that day.


Girl (Practicing walking in Saree with ease and talking to herself): Hey I just hope I don't trip down the stairs when I take him up the room . And yes the right chair is the faulty one and I should sit on it . No. that would be way rude, I should somehow stand right in front of the faulty chair so that he will sit on the good one and then I will sit on the bad one..Hmm that's a better idea. And I'm going to be absolutely frank with him. If he does like me even after that..

Sound of calling bell and a general flurry in the house : (They have come . They have come. )

Boy's relatives ad girl's relatives talking :
"Yes her course is almost over and she has just got a job in Bangalore. Her joining order came today".

"Oh that is SO nice, (the boy) , he works in Bangalore too..

"May be we should let the boy and girl talk  for a while alone".

Dad : Mole , may be you should take him to the upstairs room where you can talk, while every one else has tea and snacks.

Girl and boy entering the room . (The settings are all ready , complete with a side table  with tea and some chips.)

Boy : You know , I was planning to ask you that dialogue from Sandesham . "The Das Kapital Vayichittundo one"? He laughed.. Oh and my cousins were warning me not to scare you with my loud laugh..

Girl : (Laughing ) My cousins have trained me to say "balaramayum poombattayum vayikkarundu.. " (I read Balarama and Poombatta , two children's bi weeklies that every 80's kid in kerala grew up with),if ever that question comes up.

As she laughs , he walks ahead and sits on the chair.

Girl : (for the love of god , I don;t remember which one was faulty. I  just hope it doesn't give away.)

Boy: No need to be tensed.

Girl sheepishly tells him the chair incident and they both laugh again.

Boy : So why did you take IT? Why not electronics?

Girl :  I just hate it when people ask me this. While choosing an engineering degree, every one wants Electronics and Mech and finally when placements come all they want to do is scramble for IT jobs. I just hate those Jaada people.

Boy : You know , I'm probably one of "those" people. I joined mechanical engineering for a year and then wrote the exam all over again just to get electronics in a good college and now I'm in IT.

Girl :(Regretting that she said that at all ) : I'm just too blunt. I didn't mean people like you. I just meant those that look down upon IT engineers.

Boy : So, do you really read? (Don't give me the movie answer please). I love books and poetry and all those things.

Girl :  So do I. Actually I just love reading books and even just looking at them in a book store.

Boy : Me too.
(And they delve into an discussion involving Jeffrey Archer to O.V Vijayan)

And I love old Hindi songs. Especially Mukesh.

Girl : I love old Hindi songs too. But I like Kishore Kumar better.

Boy : So what are you planning to do with the short vacation before you come to Bangalore.

Girl : Hmm haven't really thought about it , but probably learn a bit of cooking  , you know if I'm really going to get married, I'd better learn some basic stuff.

Boy: Sure you don't want to ask what every one wants to ask at these things? (About my bad habits?)

Girl : Since you are putting that topic back at me , I'm pretty sure you don't have any..You don't smoke ? Do you?
Boy shakes his head .

Girl : Good , that's something I can't stand..

Boy : (Looking out of the window ). Wow you have jack fruits in your back yard. I love them. Do you know how to cook them by any chance?

Girl : (shocked): No. (suddenly gaining her wits). But if you can cut it up for me , I can give it a try.

Both looked at each other and laughed at each other's candidness.

Boy: We'd better go back down. They must be all wondering why we are taking so long.
Girl : So what are you going to tell them?
Boy (with a  smile): Wait and see. It is a suspense.

They went down the stairs , the boy in front, the girl behind him . The girl feeling for the first time that she wanted this boy to like her after all and a trifle perplexed at his suspense talk. Did he really like her or was he that his usual demeanour?

The boy smiled to himself. He liked this frank and artless girl  . But he would make her wait a trifle more for his reply. There would be a whole lifetime to chat and joke about it later..


Tuesday, May 8, 2012

The Day before the Pennu Kaanal -May 7 2004

Re-blogging from my old blog entry "Seeing the Guy" written on May 7 2007. My mom brought a bunch of my old blogs which she had printed out long back and when I read this entry , I realized that this had been written exactly 5 years ago about my first and only pennu kaanal which happened eight years ago!.

Three years back , on this day,  a girl was preparing for her first ordeal of seeing the guy ceremony or pennu kaanal.

Mother :Did you hear? There are 9 people coming tomorrow from the boy's side and you are sitting here and reading the news paper?

Father: So what? Let them come. Anyway, we are ordering the snacks from outside. They will deliver it tomorrow afternoon.

Girl :9 People? What for? They are wasting a lot of money. Most probably they won't like me.

Mother :Molu, Don't say like that. Why don't you agree to wear a silk saree? Why are you so adamant?

Girl: Amma, I already told you. I'm not dressing up too much. If you badly want me to wear a saree , I will wear that cotton saree you bought for me last week. I'm just not comfortable in showy clothes and it just wouldn't be me... And I'd prefer they like me the way I am.

Aunt :(Whispering to Mother). She is like all teenagers, don't irritate her anymore. She looks good in that cotton saree though she thinks otherwise.

Girl: Why can't you just tell those people I'm not old enough? I'm just completing my final semester exams.

Mother :But the horoscopes , it was said that the match is perfect like that of Shiva and Parvati and also what can we say against them, the guy is handsome, educated and has a good job in the same city that you are getting placed .

Brother (coming in): So someone liked her photo and is coming to see her? Good Grief! and she will take tea and come down the stairs like in the movies (laughing his head out).

Girl : I'm doing no such thing.As it is , I don't even know how to make a decent cup of tea..

Mother : You don't have to take or make the tea. I will do it. You only have to talk and act docile for some time.

Girl : What?

Cousin 1 :(Coming in and imitating Sreenivasan talking to a girl during a marriage proposal scene in a famous Malayalam movie). "Vayikkarundo?" "Njan palappozhum undergroundil aayirikkum". ("Do you Read?" I am a naxalite and I will be in hiding most of the time").

Girl (Laughing) : If he asks that , I have answers.

Cousin 2: Yeah , tomorrow all this laughter will be gone. You will be the shy girl that we see in movies , not even looking up.

Girl :We'll see.

Aunt :Why's her face puffy?

Girl :(Pointing to her mother). She made me go to the beauty parlour for a facial. I think I have an allergy.

Aunt : Oh , that will be alright by tomorrow. Don't worry.

Girl (Thinking) : I hope they don't like me. I'm way too young to get married.

Mother (Thinking) :I just hope she behaves herself. Will she spoil this on purpose? Hope everything turns out well.

Brother and Cousins (Thinking): We are going to have a gala time tomorrow ragging her.

Read Part 2 here

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

My Most Beautiful Thing

As we traveled silently
On a beautiful springy day
Tender leaves and flowers
Along a lonely  path

Imbibing the beauty
Around me , I smile
Silently humming
A melodious song

I look at him and
He was silent too
Drumming his fingers
In sync with his silent song

Suddenly he sings aloud
The song from my heart
I look at him, Exchanging smiles ,
Singing the melody of our hearts

Reveling in the closeness
That made our hearts sing in sync
In the silent harmony of spring
A most beautiful thing

Wrote this one after being inspired reading many posts on the same topic posted on

Monday, March 26, 2012


Raindrops , don't stop
As slowly memories trickle
Drop by drop..into my mind's
Closed window pane

Amazed I look through the mist
In blurred vision I see
An umbrella, A smile
A paper boat in the rain

A distant land , wet , green,
The fields , the streams,
The moss covered paths
And the walks in the rain

The smell of the earth
After the first rain
The song of moist cool winds
A Sweet melancholy refrain

Like Knights with lightening swords,
The dark nights thunder by
Clearing up into a beautiful
Black bright Orion lit sky

Waking up with a smile .Refreshed,
Wiping off the soft blurry mist
I want to let the falling raindrops
Fill my heart.. Again.

When I made my Daddy Happy

I was playing with my Thomas and Friends train set when I saw Daddy reading that book. I was immediately interested. It had a picture of a laptop on it . I loved laptops . Ever since I could remember which wasn't really much, since I had been born only 3 years ago. But I had been fascinated enough by it to take out keys, try feed it corn flakes and even pull out a CD drive . Now I know it is something that needs to be handled with care. I can watch you tube videos all by myself. (swells with pride).

That book looked like it is full of laptop pictures. I decided to employ my usual methods of coercion to wheedle the book out of his hands. I wailed and I howled . Daddy just walked away into a different room to read. I decided to pester him until I got what I wanted. Little babies like me always had their way. "I wanna book....". I wailed again. Mama came and lifted me off my feet. I wailed louder. "I wanna book". Finally Dad got tired of it and kept the book with a bang in front of me and walked away in a huff. I got what I wanted. I quickly grabbed the book. But suddenly ,it wasn't fun anymore. I looked around hoping to flash my victorious smile , but Daddy had gone off somewhere.

I went to look for him. I found him in the bedroom lying down on the bed . Realization struck me. I understood. I lie down on the bed by myself when I'm sad . I had made Daddy sad by taking the book all for myself . I felt sad too. I wanted that book badly , but I wanted Daddy to be happy too. I looked at the book and then at Daddy. Then I made my decision. I quietly kept the book near Daddy and walked back looking for Mama. I ran into her arms and wept my heart out. Then I felt a kiss on my tear stained cheek, and the rugged feel of an unshaven face .I out stretched my arms and jumped to hug my Daddy. He was smiling at me and telling Mama how proud he was of me. That I had given up something I really really wanted to make some one else I cared about happy. That I would grow up a fine man.

The world was alright again as Daddy placed me on his lap and we looked at the laptop pictures in the book together.
P.S : Giving is not an art. It comes straight from your heart. This story would be my son's take on the topic :)

Friday, February 10, 2012

Awards-Passing the torch on...

I have been away from my blog for a month now and was beginning to get lazy when I received two belated New Year gifts.

The first one , an award from Usha Ma'am  ( one of my favorite teachers and my biggest inspiration to continue writing )

 and the second the "Versatile Blogger Award"

 from a fellow blogger Smita. It was a real pleasure to know that other people liked my blog enough to give me an award.

Thank You So much Usha Ma'am and Smita. You have made my day.

And this poem is a special thanks to Usha Teacher.

I looked in awe
At the emanating light
The bright beautiful glow
Staring , Wishing to touch
Hold for a while
And bask in its glory

Admiring with all my heart
Yet knowing deep inside
That it was too high
I was but a little child
Wanting to take a piece
of the flaming bright star

A soft voice beckoned me
Said I could take
All the beautiful twinkling stars
And hold them for a while
All the shining bright light
The kind soul said she's share

Keep one I shall with me
I will not take them all
Hold it for a while until
I can give it away
And send brightness into someone's life
With this glowing light.

Ok, Though Usha Ma'm asked us all to take all the awards she got, I just couldn't make myself do it , so I took only one the 7X7 award.

So here are 7 random things about me

1) I love chocolates and chocolate flavored ice cream.
2) I am very bad at any kind of sports activity. I think the school record for running 100 metres in the maximum time still belongs to me (22sec).
3) I am a very absent minded person. I have gone for a tuition class with palm shoe in one foot and slippers in the other and never noticed it until I came outside the class.
4) I love ghazals and can listen to Jagjit Singh's Kaagaz Ki Kashti for hours.
5) I love rains.Watching it , getting wet. Everything
6) I like photo editing as a hobby.
7) I hate it when people who talk ill of others people I know and don't have a problem with.

Now I need to award this to 15 fellow bloggers. I don't think I can give justice to passing it on to fifteen people since I haven't been reading that many blogs recently. So here are ten blogs I enjoy reading in no particular order.
  1. Appu - The aspiring movie director who documents every movie he's ever watched . My Place before I decide whether to watch a movie or not.
  2. Reshma - Cooks up the most amazing recipes and cute posts too..
  3. Sameera - Her short stories are amazing. 
  4. Anu Chettan - He always thinks from an uncommon angle. 
  5. Kunal -The master of abstract poetry. I just love the flow that his poetry has.
  6. Sumi -My writer friend whom I have known for a long time , her stories are amazing . Just makes me wish she wrote more often.
  7. GodYears -He must have got this award tons of times by now, But as this is about which blogs I enjoy, I can't omit this one.
  8. 9 and 10 PeeVee , Red Handed & Spiff (The 3 mallu blogger ladies whose blogs I simply adore).

Now the hard part. Linking 7 posts of mine which I think are good.? I never think any of my posts are good. At one time I used to tear up every page I wrote. So this is really hard for me. Ok here goes.

  1. In Rememberance of a Friend
  2. Some Things are to Live For
  3. puttu-experiment
  4. deja-Vu
  5. Crazy Voices
  6. Vindicated
  7. Phoenix Song of Seasons
Finally it is done. All the linking and embedding. Phew took me an hour to do it...