The sun fiercely growled,
Heated up the sky;
The sky melted,
Pouring tears as it started to cry;

In the greens was an Angel rainbow,
As the tears touched her, blossomed her smile;
The sun saw her , made a bow,
Appreciating her beauty and the lovely trail;

The Princess lightening got jealous,
That the Sun fell for the Angel rainbow;
She turned herself charmingly bright, to impress,
The mighty Thunder caught her glow;

The angel rainbow rised higher,
Towards the sun;
She kissed him momentarily, thus calming down the fire,
Contented, the Sun disappeared with his fastest run;

The sky gathered in chunks of clouds,
Showering blessings of tears again;
The angel disappeared in the Greens,
She was thanked, the sky felt no tinge of pain;

The thunder was put to test,
The princess seem to run everywhere;
Everytime he was nearing her crest,
She disappeared in the darkness somewhere;

PS: In the pretext of heavy rainfall this evening....

A decade ago, when i was in school
I had a specimen classmate, whom i can never bhool

She was short, plump and round
Looked like a pumpkin with those extra pounds!

Her behavior, most times left us enraged
She used to pull down others to take up the center stage

The school annual day - we were excited ,thrilled, full of anticipation
The cultural events - we were always ready for participation

It was a western group dance which we decided upon
The specimen wanted to take part, we insisted not to have her on

She cried, fought and had made a scene
Went to the teachers and made sure she was in

Though we were reluctant to have her in our clan
To teach her a lesson, we came up with a master plan ;)

It was the way the dance was choreographed
We made sure she wouldn't be visible even for a photograph

We decided on a V-formation for the dance
We put her in the "center" (of V), her face illuminated probably imagined of having earned 1000s of fans

As the dance progressed, more spectators pulled in
Slowly the specimen moved out of sight, as the rest of us closed in

At the end, it was a single straight line
For the way things turned out, she didn't seem fine

She complained that we put up a bad show
We convinced her it was an accident, without any intention of letting her low

Then on there were many such accidents
After each one, she only got ready for further such incidents

I wonder if she ever realised she was being a bakri
Probably i've never come across such stupidest chokri!

But sometimes i am forced to wonder who were the real victims
For, she never got offended, instead steadily took part in almost all the events!!

Wish that you be simple
But you always run into trouble
Others often grumble
For your stupid acts whose number is astronomical

You are sometimes cynical,
some other times, illogical;
Most times, psychical
You surely need help from a mental hospital

Your thoughts abysmal
Which in anyway or to anyone, is not fruitful
Think wise, be intellectual
Waste not your energy and time, be practical.

Make decisions as though they are final
Don't revert back and end up being fickle
Morals and ethics though more vital
Too much of it, turns them brittle

Being emotional, hyper sentimental
Makes you an easy target for betrayal
Doesn't mean that you be paranoidal
Don't end up being a fool, Divya AL!!!


ME: Ahhhhhh!!! heights of being philosophical!!!

Walking together several miles
Talking seemlessly on mobiles
With them laughter always weighed in piles
In their company time simply flies

They comprehend your language of silence
You feel tremendously happy in their mere presence
Life teaches you the best of the lessons
You will learn lots of it with them, in essence

With them, the deepest secrets you share
Which with others to speak, you wouldn't even dare
They shower upon you, lots of love and care
In this relationship, everything seems so just and fair

They're there for you when you are racked
They never give up on you though they know you are slightly cracked
They wipe away the tears in your eyes
Though often, wouldn't let you shed them in the first place

Now and then breaking rules
Amount of fun and mischeif - absolutely no clue
Parting from them is definitely blues
Never even think of it, don't lose.

Look for new ones, keep the old
One is silver, the other is gold!!
With time, the better the friendship moulds
They are those sweet memories, you'd always want to hold...

Some relationships are made by God;
Some others, people chose and found
There's that special one called "friendship"
That's a cocktail of all other "relationships"

Wishing all my dear friends, a very very happy friendship's day!!
Thanks for being there for me, when i needed you all the most...

Its sulekha again... One of my poems titled - "Solitude - bliss or blues?" is being listed as the "featured poems" in sulekha for this month. Don't know how much use it will be to me or to others, but definitely feeling good about it!! :)

Link: http://expressions.sulekha.com/featured/poetry/default.htm

The swarthy look on his face
Arms working in a quick pace
Hitting hard against the nail
The target never seems to fail


The beast on the other side
Roaring ferociously, everywhere he glides
The prey tightly pressed in its paws
The bloodpool grew as he pierced the flesh in his claws


In the other corner i hear the cries of a child
Being lost in streets, the cries turned wild
From far across, mom saw its plight,
Ran into a speeding car, people witnessed a horrific sight


The sounds of bloodhounds
Filled up the air, intense and profound
The burgler had escaped,
While the barks never ceased


All these happening at one single place
Hard to believe, difficult to face
Solace and comfort i try to seek and find
But their sounds echo, makes my mind - numb and blind!!

PS: Suffering severe/acute headache since the past few weeks.

Sleeping Devil has tagged me here. Below are the rules of the game:

1. Link to your original tagger(s) and list these rules in your post.
2. Share seven facts (or more) about yourself in the post.
3. Tag seven people at the end of your post by leaving their names and the links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they've been tagged.

Looking at the tasks in the above rules, i seem to have done the 1st one already... :))) (SD, i wonder if i can tag you back with something like "next 7" :)) )

As far as the 2nd one is concerned, i think this is the only chance of pouring in all the goooodddd things about me.. (though i don't like to do a boast about myself ;) but i am left with no choice since i hardly see any bad in me :P) Thanks SD ;) Here it goes:

1. "The jack of all trades but master of none" - thats me... Everything i want to do, starts off smooth but there's always a glitch somewhere mid way and i abruptly discontinue doing it. I atleast make sure, if in future i want to continue, i don't lose grip on basics :) That isn't anything great but definitely good :)
2. I am a total foooodddieeee... now, don't presume that i am talking of eating alone, i love to cook too. :)) (Its not noodles or curd rice :-) See, i told you i am good ;)
3. I don't mind calling a spade, a spade. Yeah i am very straight and cut and people don't like it often. And i simply can't carry guilt or bottle up feelings. They spur out easily. I dislike diplomats.
4. Someone who means friendship a lot. Love to make friends and keep them forever. Since there can be only a bunch of them lasting forever, i believe in having few best ones than 1000s of "hi-bye" ones. The close ones can "feel" the closeness though i don't converse much is what one of my close friends had once said. ;)
5. Love to explore new things, always curious - so i often end up irritatating people with questions :) (This is definitely good, only for me ofcourse ;) )
6. Very short tempered, impatient but cool off almost immediately. When i say "Forget it, its ok", i mean it. I wouldn't carry it any further.
7. Ahh the 7th one... :) I am badly obsessed with the number 7. I really can't figure out a definite reason behind this. There have beeen just too many coincidences (like this tag game asking me to list out "7" things about me) with this number is all that i can say!! :))

Now the people i'm gonna tag this with are:

Dilip for "First 7" ;)

Soumya and Bharati - High time that you've had a blog. Start off with this :)

Sreejith for "Next 7" :)

SD for "Next 7" :)

Sagar

Deepz

Sowmya B R

Nitesh

PS: People writing for "Next 7" are requested not to continue the chain ;)

It happened to me at the age of eight
Unmistakably it was "love at first sight"


He was put up in the house next lane
Everytime i saw him i used to go insane


Every mornings he went for a walk
Secretly I followed him, trying for a talk


One fine day He noticed me walking behind him
Being caught red-handed, my face turned pale and grim


Extended my hands for a shake with a pleasant smile
Returning a handshake, we walked together with his strides so swift and agile

The grandparents were his only caretakers
Who flew out of the country, and he started to live with us afterwards

Then on spent most time playing, laughing with Him
He was known for his energy and vim


Always came back to me though i used to put up fights
He was the sweetest and never gave me back bites

Days passed, years rolled
I stepped into college, the tender age was unfold

The first day Seniors were ready to rag me and waited in a Queue
His mighty entry behind me shook everyone and there was my rescue

He was always with me - day through night
In his company, i always felt very light

We grew closer day by day
Couldn't stay away from him even for a single day

On a sunday morning i woke up and found him missing
Searched for him everywhere in vain - my mind seemed to stop working

There he was - lying behind my couch
Something seemed very wrong - he was postured like a slouch

He closed his eyes now and then, his conscious, he tried to regain
Finally Slept an ever lasting sleep... opened his eyes never again...


P.S : In memories of my beloved pet dog Tommy.

Its these EYC (Express yourself Contests) happening at Sulekha blogs. Had taken part in 2 of them of which my first attempt ended up being a third runners up and the 2nd one the winner in poetry section. :) Ahhh thats so thrilling!! :) :) I find lots of superb writers here and i suggest that you too take part in it. :) Dilip, Sleeping Devil, listening??? :)


My first entry: Theme : "Moods"
http://aldivya.sulekha.com/blog/post/2009/05/ram-s-swing-of-moods-in-12-hours-entry-for-eyc-63.htm

My runner up trophy: This is v cutely done.:
http://meerajay.sulekha.com/blog/post/2009/05/the-grand-finale-eyc-63.htm

My second entry. Theme - "Free ticket to embarrassment"
http://aldivya.sulekha.com/blog/post/2009/05/the-series-of-embarrassments-entry-for-eyc-64.htm

My choco cake (yummmmyyy):
http://deveika.sulekha.com/blog/post/2009/06/the-embarrassed-winners-eyc-64/comments.htm

My co-blogger Sreejith is a runner up in the prose section and hearty congratulations to him :) :)

It was the season of elections
Voting being scheduled the next day, i was busy with preparations

That year i had turned eighteen
Thoroughly excited and geared up for voting!!

The internet electoral list said my serial number was nine
Luckily there was also my father's name, just below mine

That day, after class hours,i asked my classmate to drop me home
For a change, i chose to drive, feeling very blithesome

My friend took a seat behind me looking very skeptical
I had to assure her - "Don't worry dear, i do drive well"

Just as i passed the St. Joseph's college(for boys) and headed for a U-Turn,
My friend shouted - "She doesn't know to drive guys, please RUN RUN!!" :-|

I lost balance and fell at the sight of disturbed crowd,
The guys laughed and mocked, Gosh!! how i wanted to cry out aloud!!

After reaching home, one of my neighbours came in
Invited for a birthday party that evening at Holiday Inn

Attended the party and wished the birthday girl who had turned sweet sixteen
"Thank you so much 'Aunty'!!" she acknowledged, in front of the crowd that was umpteen :(

It was the second time i was embarrassed that day
With great effort, i managed to sleep, eager to vote the next day!!

As planned, at 11a.m i was in the polling booth with my dad
Voting for the first time, i felt very glad.

To my dismay only my father was listed in the voter's chart,
With no trace of my name in it, i was in the process of losing heart :(

Luckily, it was found in the list of some other ward
However ,my details there turned me red - age - 47, status - married, i suddenly felt marred!! :(

The helper boy there seeing the list remarked - "Aunty, err Ma'am, you look so young!!"
Gritting my teeth i told- "OF COURSE I AM!!" my fist landed on the table with a loud bang!!

On the other side of the booth, my father read out my spouse's name
He exclaimed and grinned - "Nice name , PREM!!"

On hearing my father's words, the dark guy with hooded teeth among the helper boys blushed;
He was also "PREM" i learnt and i immediately wanted to see him flushed!!!

Maintained my cool and finally casted my vote,
I didn't know lying ahead of me was the mind blowing anecdote!!

My father asked me to check his details in that chart
His age - 45, his father was my 15 year old neighbour - "Amarnath"!!

I was surprised to see my father all happy and gay
Being 45 again, he zoomed back into those days, i could easily say!!

I didn't know how to react, nor did my tongue slip a single word!!
For having a dad younger to me and a grand-dad younger to my dad!!

When the election commission/govt cannot rectify things as simple as this,
No wonder the chance of making this a wonderful nation, we will always miss!!

Wished to vile away time in sleep for few more days
The series of embarrassments definitely demanded such sleepy holidays!!

PS: This is partly real and partly reel. I had this posted in a public blog for the theme "Embarrassing moments of your life". Somehow i was missing it here in my personal blog. Hence this post!! :)

Since the day I landed on this planet
You’ve been by my side every single minute

When in womb, the fatal accident made you risk your life against mine
You still chose me, an act too very rare and so very Divine

Have put up with all my mischief and folly
Forgiven the biggest of my misdeeds and still consider me a dolly

Your shrewd, candid ways of handling my stubbornness and arrogance when I was a child
Brings back a big smile on my face, no doubt you are the family’s pride

Your profound attention and dedication towards me
Makes even your hubby jealous of thee ;)

I wonder how your patience steadily matches my impatience
Nobody would dare that, though inevitable for my future hubby, in essence ;)

Sometimes a strict mother, though most times, you take a friend’s place,
No wonder you’ve always been the source of solace

In this life, I owe you a very lot
I hate to marry, which may throw us very far apart :(

Your love and care so true so unconditional
Oh mommy dear, nothing/nobody can match it, you are soooooo soooooo soooo very special!!!

Happy Mother's day!! Love you lotttttttssssssssssssssss!!! MMMMUUUUAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wishing all the mommy dears, a lovely Mother's day!!!

People change
Change in a wide range
The range that sees no guage
The 'no guage' resulting in an outrage

To live in such a world all our age,
Be full with courage
To maintain the civic sense of patronage
"Raise your voice" is the message.

Mind sways like in air when alone
Arising thoughts as many as a gallon
The drift between them so agile
That one easily loses track of the pile

Only in those times you'd think out your decissions
With the finest precessions
The ideas flow without a dike
With all probability, the best one is ready to strike

In this small kingdom, you are the king,
Even with a throttling voice, aloud you will sing
You are the owner of all your deeds
Nobody to be blamed to any of your misdeeds

Somethings demand that they be shared
Sometimes you expect to be cared
The thought of no one being there
Drearful to imagine , difficult to bear

In such situations, very likely the tears will roll out
The best way handling them is in solitude , no doubt
That way it puts you out of embarrassment
Thus it is "more a bliss than blues" - ain't it an apt statement???

Have you ever come across a situation in which your parents are younger to you??? No i am not talking about step mother or step father but your own blood related parents. If you say no, you are wrong.

The passing clouds, the flowing river
To the eyes they appear so clear;

The sun rises and sets,
Though not true, the belief is preset;
Again, the eyes here sees, not to forget...

Life presents itself in mysterious ways
To see and to believe are rather miles away

Misleads and misjudgements being very common,
Perhaps these are the only means,
Through which our mind clearly "sees",
I reckon.

Life is the best teacher,
Experiences are the best learnings,
With time comes the patience,
To accept these facts, we are often reluctant..

All that glitters is not Gold
For someday or the other the truth unfolds....

PS: Couldn't really come up with an apt title for this post...
PS: Title suggested by a friend :)

After a few days, i came up with 2 more ambigrams of slightly challenging words. Its really interesting to write these. Gives loads of work to the brain and eyes :) and one can utilize their creativity to the core.

There is another category of ambigrams called "Symbiotograms". They are similar to ambigrams, however when read upside down, they form different words from the original. You must have seen doormats that reads "WELCOME" on entering and the same mat reads "THANKYOU" on exit. This is an example of Symbiotogram. Today i tried writing a symbiotogram and i succeeded. And this time, i have my name and my best friend's name in it :) :) :)

Here goes my 1st symbiotogram with my name inclusive ;)

Below is the inverted image of the symbiotogram:

My friend says it can be written better using photoshop or a gimp editor (open source tool). Since i haven't used either earlier, i used the classic paint brush for this. :) I am enjoying this a lot. Wish i come up with many more of ambigrams and its subsets. :) There are also free ambigram generators available on the net. Click here.

I stood perplexed at the scene. The carcass of the sea monster lay in front me with green fluid oozing out of its body everytime the gigantic waves hit the tail of the monster. I still couldn't believe if i had really done it... The excitement of winning an armageddon was a tantalising experience. The jinx against the giant had worked perfectly well to my advantage bringing in the long awaited peace and harmony. Had it not been for my 6th, 7th and 8th sense most importantly my common sense, the world, a few thousand kms below the earth's surface would cease to exist...

On a lazy sunday, i decided to relieve my mom in the kitchen and take over. To start with, i got a fresh pack of "Top Raman Smoodles" singing along - "Don't be a noodle... be a smoooooodle..." I put the noodles in the boiling water and after few minutes i could see that the noodles came to life and slowly started getting out of the vessel moving peristaltically. The idiosyncrasies closely resembled to that of an earthworm. I heard(or my 6th sense.. not sure) one of them say, "the lady has overboiled us making us the prisoners for the rest of the life... Lets go back to where we belong and get her too..." As soon as that was told, the last of them coiled around my wrist and i was pulled along... My mind rummaged to find out what was happening but in vain.

At the far corner of my house, all of them aligned and a bright light flashed after which, i saw they all were glued one after the other like the bogies of a train , me being the last bogie and the engine was at work. The one in the beginning, started drilling the ground and entered into it little by little. Soon followed the rest and i was too big to get in. Miraculously, that narrow hole widened to fit me properly and i was pulled into the dark.

After an hour of darkness, i landed on something that felt like a swamp and i could smell water. My wrist was untangled and those imps were not to be seen anywhere. I started walking haphazardly and reached a point where i found something resembling our traffic signal light along with LCDs glowing, and it read - "Do or die. Go left in any case" (There was also a pic of the skeleton without a skull beside the LCD.) Following instructions i took a left and moved ahead a few yards and saw something nothing less than "magnificient". It was a vast ocean in front of my eyes .. a colorful one i would say, for, the waves of the ocean when lapping against the shore produced catchy jubiliant colors.

In the middle of the ocean rose a gigantic creature and its roar shook everything around as far as my eye sight could reach... Now my 7th sense came into action and promted me that i will be attacked shortly and to take precautionary measures. It was true.. The giant was heading towards me. For every single step of his/hers/it, i moved back ten steps. This happened for quite some time until i was no longer able move backward. There was a transparent wall-like obstacle blocking me. I turned towards it and started banging it with all the energy i could spare. For a moment, everything became grave-silent. The monster was on the shore already but did not move.

In front of me appeared a huge lap-top like electronic device which had a Linux-like OS. It was my 8th sense now pricking me - "Why don't you write a script that automatically kills the monster???" It sounded really strange but since i had no time to spare, i started working on it. The first time i ran it, it said "please insert prickly needles in the jack available on right". The needles were the "thorns" of a weird plant that grew in that region. I did as instructed, and tried running the script. By then, the monster was becoming active and roared again and started advancing towards me. The second roar blew up the device and the needles were scattered everywhere and i repeated my previous action of moving backward.Now the monster was really close and i had a proper glimpse of it/him/her.

It looked like our modern day "Robot" with green red blue LEDs all over. I could even find buttons here and there that i presume were functional buttons. Everything would have looked normal except that it looked beheaded. I closed my eyes and again started to bang the invisible wall behind me. The roar softened and now my common sense told me to do something. And i did that and that was the end of the monster.

All those little imps (noodles) came back and thanked me for my unmatched bravery of killing a dreadful monster and they showed me way back to my home and to the kitchen and they promptly entered the vessel in which they were supposed to be cooked. I told them i wouldn't like to harm them and they started laughing meticulously. When asked why they laughed they said, "get another pack of noodles and you will know why. For now, you better do as told. Cook and eat us". All this adventure was took place in the matter of 2-3 seconds coz according to Sigmund Freud, the human dreams can last, by and large, for at most 3 seconds. :)

I've been dreaming a lot these days (even otherwise i dream a lot) and most of them are such weird ones. Many of those dreams don't stay in my memory often but this was something which i could clearly recollect. Wondering what makes me dream about such things. It fascinates me a so much that i have had regrets at times as to why i hadn't digged into the area of human psychology when i had a chance instead of chosing engineering. The basis of the above dream could be,

• The nature of work i am involved in (writing automated scripts)
• The day to day routine (use of lappy etc)
• The sea - i have no explanation for it, but most of my dreams involve the "sea"
• And the noodles - Do i like it too much o do i dislike it?? It could even be due the influence of my M.Tech classmate's talk on "Life is a noodle" ;) :P :D
• As far as the "sea below the earth is concernedi guess i remembered the story in the book - "Journey to the center of the earth" by Jules Verne which i had read way back in 4th or 5th class. :P

Finally, coming to what my common sense had told me, its just hilarious. I was told to use one of the needles and prick it into the giant's body which appeared like the networking Switch's reset button which i did and it worked!!!!!!!! The jinx truly had played a wonderful role :P :D ;)

Heart leaps to dream more,

Thoughts see only centaurs

Mind wishes to stay astray

Wishing such dreams appear no more

Anjali's return gift to me for posting "An icy rendezvous" :( :( :(

It was an e-gift - a video clip and the mail read...

Hi dibaa,
see who is coming to you....

TTHHAANNNXXXX AA TTOOOONNNN!!!!!

The voice so soft and mellow
So fine so pleasant to follow

ಬಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಇಂದು ಹೊರಟಿದ್ದೆ ಆಫೀಸು ಮುಗಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು
ಆಕಾಶವಾಣಿ ಪ್ರಸಾರ ಮಾಡುತಿತ್ತು ಹಾಡುಗಳ ದಂಡು
ಮಧುರ ತುಸು ಮಾತಿಗೆ ... ಮೈಮರೆತು ಮನಸ್ಸು ವಿಹಾರಿಸಿತು
ಮುಂಗಾರು ಮಳೆಯ ಹಾಡಿಗೆ ಮನ ಸ್ಪಂದಿಸಿತು

ಈ ಸುಮಧುರ ಗೀತೆಗಳನ್ನು ಕೇಳುತ್ತಾ ನಿದ್ದೆ ಬಂದಂತಾಯಿತು
ಯಾವುದೋ ಸದ್ದು ಕೇಳಿ ಕೆಲವೇ ಕ್ಷಣಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ತಟ್ಟನೆ ಎಚ್ಚರವಾಯಿತು
ಗಾಬರಿಯಿಂದ ಅತ್ತಿತ್ತ ನೋಡಿದೆ ಮಾರ್ಕೆಟ್ ಬಂದಿತೆಂದು
ಆಮೇಲೆ ಅರಿವಾಯಿತು ನಾನು ಕೆಂಪೆಗೌಡ ಬಸ್ಸನ್ನು ಹತ್ತಿದ್ದೇನೆಂದು

ರೇಡಿಯೋ ಮಿರ್ಚಿ ಇಂದ ಪ್ರಸಾರವಾದ ಹಾಡು ಅದೊಂದು
ಪಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲೇ ಕೂಗುತ್ತಿರುವಂತೆ ಕೇಳುವ ಧ್ವನಿಯೊಂದು
"ಹಳೇ ಪಾತ್ರೆ ಹಳೇ ಕಬ್ನ ಹಳೆ ಪೇಪರ್ . . . . . . "
ಇಂದೇ ತಿಳಿದು ಬಂತು ಇದೆ ಒಂದು ಹಾಡು ಹಾಗೆಂದು. . .

ನೆನೆಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳದಿರುವ ದೇವರಿದ್ದಿಲ್ಲ ಆಗ ಆ ಹಾಡನ್ನು ಕೇಳಿ
ಹೊಟ್ಟೆ ಹೊಡೆಯುವಂತೆ ನಕ್ಕಿದ್ದೇನೆ - ಹೇಗೆ ತಾನೆ ಸುಮ್ಮನಿರಲಿ, ನೀವೇ ಹೇಳಿ??
ಮನೆಗೆ ಬಂದ ಕೂಡಲೇ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರಿಗೆ ತಿಳಿಸಿದೆ
ಅವರೆಂದರು "ಅಯ್ಯೋ ಬೆಪ್ಪೆ.. ಈಗಾಗಲೇ ಆ ಹಾಡು ಸೂಪರ್ ಹಿಟ್ ಆಗಿದೆ!!!"

ಶೀಷಾ ಪೇಪರ್ ಮಾರುವವರೇ, ಇನ್ನೇಕೆ ತಡೆ
ನಿಮಗೆಂದೇ ರಚಿಸಲಾಗಿದ ಈ ಹಾಡನ್ನು ಹಾಡುತ್ತಾ ಮುಂದೆ ನಡೆ ನಡೆ!!!

Something triggered me today to thorougly inspect
If it was a good thing or otherwise to "expect"


When i look back and retrospect
I found, it revolved around two aspects
One that results out of greed
The other as the fruit of your sown seed


On top of the world you feel, if they are met
If not, all that you get to do is to fret
Makes you feel that "they " are the prime suspects
And pushes you to swear "never to expect"


When things happen and you least expect
Blessings in disguise, they are, in a way;
When they don't,
Who cares? you never expected them anyway...


Wonder which is sweeter
If its the "expectations met" or "unexpected success"
I atleast know what is bitterer
"Unmet expectations" that leads to pain and distress


A single day to explore all its prospects
Ain't it too much to expect?!?


"When you hope for the best, better be prepared for the worst!!!"

For All those who are in love,
Wishing you a very happy and memorable Valentine's day

For All those who are "Single and ready to mingle",;)
Good luck and yes, first of all happy independence day :P

And finally, for those already married,
hmmm... hmmm.. hmmm... hmmm...
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Better luck next time :D

It was summer holidays again
I was rejoicing after exams that were such a pain

For killing time, i majestically found "n" ways
When friends joined, we were murdering it in the best possible ways

Early sleeps and late wake ups were the routine then on
Not even titling my face in the mornings when my mom splashed water upon

One night i was awoken out of sleep due to a continued doorbell press
Cursing badly, i opened the door to find the damsel in distress

It was Anjali, my friend who came seeking for a shelter
Her parents were out of station and urged her to stay at my place better

Invited her in with a warm hug
The next 1 hr were full of laughters as if we had had a peg

We were set to sleep on 2 couches
That were both arranged in L-shaped right angles

I slept on the one opposite which was a television
Anjali settled on the one behind mine closed her eyes uttering a prayer of devotion

I again woke up unable to bear the cacophony
When i opened my eyes i found the TV playing the station Sony

It was that bewitching smile of Anjali that took me by surprise
When asked if she wasn't sleeping, she grinned telling she was awaiting her prize

I asked her to reduce the volume which she harshly refused
Asked her to hand over the remote to do it myself, my tone very confused

She did so stretching her arms to reach me with the remote along
When i turned back, i realised that the stretch was so unusually long

Her hand moved past me like an extension tape
I sat on my couch upright my mouth wide open with a gape

I turned to look at her, i knew how ambidextrous she was
In one hand she operated the remote with the other she turned the knife across

I stood up to run away from her with silent whine
She held my throat with a third hand, that sent a chill up my spine

She started to spray something on my face that made it swell
I tightly closed my eyes which were drooling into a bottomless well

Being too scared and frightened i finally opened my eyes
It was my mom beside me wiping my forehead with a cloth as cold as ice

Though i realised it was a "scary dream" i had,
I still hadn't uttered a word, being afraid of the witch's fourth hand ;)

Next day i had a seminar presentaion to deliver
Had to skip the class due to very high fever

The third day i went to the college
The first person i met was Mrs Anjali the witch ;)

I narrated the whole episode over which her laughter piled
But my eyes could only see that the witch again smiled

PS: Till this day i get a lil scared at her after that nightmare ;) But to be honest she's a very sweet lady i have ever met :)

It was not until recently i came to believing that, not only the youngsters are the ones who are addicted to "mobiles" but our elders too!!!

It was my mom's birthday last november on which occassion i decided to present her a cell phone. I didn't want to reveal it to her until the last minute because whenever i talked about she owning a mobile, she always argued against it and claimed it would serve no purpose to her. She in turn used to convince me saying "the landline is always ther" and in the worst case, she would carry either mine or my father's cell. Being an employee in BSNL, she has always felt she had absolutely no need for a "fancy" cell phone and the "BSNL Landline" was something she could entirely rely upon!!!

When she actually saw the present on her birthday she accepted it, though a kind of "what was the need for this???" look was evident in her face. :) Now that i had already bought it and it was a gift from her beloved daughter, she accepted it and started asking about the features it supported. It was a motorola set (MotoYuva) and i told her enthusiastically that she could use it anywhere and anytime from now on. She did not find it very amusing and she insisted on knowing the exact features it supported. I had used a spice sim with lifetime validity for the new cell. I started explaining what connection i had used and when she heard "spice" she instantly said, "BSNL is the best than any other connection. It has nice offers. The latest one "sumo power pack" is the best of all.. In fact you also have to start using it ... blah blah blah.. " (modest employee of BSNL you see ;) ) I had to finally convince her telling, she could change the connection anytime later and only then she seemed to relax :) Later i taught her as to how she could use it for making and taking calls. (She was only used to my and my father's mobile which were SE and nokia resp and Motorola was way too different for her). In a few hours time, all her friends, sisters, nephews, nieces and others knew she had a cell phone :)

After a week or so, i was in the office breaking my head over some C code when suddenly a series of messages arrived to my inbox of my mobile. I didn't care to look at them thinking it was either some useless messages from spice about even more useless offers it had or some forwards from my friends wishing GM or GA or GE or GN :P. I usually don't reply to them because i'd have already wished them early in the morning during my journey of about 2 hrs in the bus. It was time for lunch and i just flipped my phone and to my surprise there were 2 messages from an unknown number sandwitched between those fwds and notification messages. I scrolled down to those messages and opened them. The first message read "Divvu.kutti.i.love.u." and the 2nd message read "hd.yr.lch.chpt.ela.undi". I thought it was someone playing a prank on me but something told me it wasn't so. When i dug deep i realised the message was not typed properly and it looked as though it was sent by someone who hardly knew messaging. And the 2nd message made absolutely no sense. When i was about to delete those messages , another one beeped and it was from the same number again. And it read "gdaftn.lallu". I immediately called up to know who was faking my mom's name and after i got connected i heard my mom's voice. For a moment i thought i had called up the wrong number (which i usually do. Send messages to wrong recipients , call up wrong numbers etc). I tld her i had called her by mistake and hung up without even bothering to listen to what she was saying. The 2nd time i made sure i was calling the "anonymous" number and this time it was again my mom.

Well can you beat this??? My Mom had actually bought a BSNL sim, asked me to have the spice sim as a "back up" :) she sounded sooo happy just like how a child reacts when given a new toy!!! She had even activated those "best plans" she claimed that BSNL offered and to do that, she had to sms some code words to some number. Now this is was the investigation portion of sending messages ;) That plan had 200 messages free for a month. So she had made this discovery of sending sms that she was getting for "free" and managed to compile a couple of messages for me taking help of her colleagues. She narrated me the entire story when i had called her and she suddenly remarked - "Hey cut the call now. Now that the smses are free, i will message you. Let us chat for a while!!!" :) I was totally taken aback and couldn't resist a smile. How innocently modestly that was told. Before i could ask her what the 2nd message meant, the line went dead. Had i deleted those messages thinking they were prank ones, i would have regretted that badly since i always stored everyone's 1st message in my cell !!! Some sort of sentiment which i never understood but when i look back and read them i have so many memories to recall. :)

I came home that evening, took out my mom's cell and opened the inbox and there was a long list of messages!!! But the inbox displayed numbers instead of names. Well, the fact was my mom didn't know that numbers could be stored with names attached to them :) I wondered how she still managed to with so many people. The catch thing here was that my mom has this impeccable talent of remembering the phone numbers by heart!!! I then came to know how she would have messaged. I later taught her how to "store numbers" in the cell. She was so interested in taking the "mobile lessons" and sometimes she even scribbled a few inportant points on a sheet of paper. ;) Post lessons, to check how my student fared, i had a glimpse at the contact list. There were just 5 of them. I thought my mom had found it difficult to add all the numbers as this was the first time, i told her not to worry and eventually she'd learn them. Well, any idea what she said??? Well, she simply said, "I don't have to store all the numbers in here. God has gifted me with sharp memory and i rely upon it completely!!! I only stored those complicated US numbers along with few non sense mobile numbers (meaning that she found it hard to remember them as she had no way to relate them to anything!!!) ". That was like a bouncer to me!!!

The next day was a saturday. After having got super cool badgerings from my thaatha(well, some of you may know who i am talkin about) in the coll, i was solving this fav puzzle"sudoku" that came as one of the games in my mom's cell. It was almost 1.5hrs that i had been playing when my mom came in and told, "Why do you eye my cell when you have yours!!!!" I told her about this game which i liked and she accused me of not telling her that "one could play games in the mobile". Well, you can guess what happened next. She spent the next 5 hrs in gaming sacrificing her favourite serials for its sake!!!!! How sportive of her!!! :P

The next week on a wednesday, when i came home after work, there was loud music being played. Hats off to motorola. The sound system simply rocks. The radio utility was something which i had shown her on the very 1st day. I was happy to see her listening to music and cooking simultaneously!!! But there was something starnge in what was being played. The same song kept repeating. I wondered how a radio station kept playing the same song time and again. I smelled something was wrong and asked my mom what she had done. She was not in the radio mode but MP3. I was again surprised as to how she could download songs to her mobile though there was no bluetooth or IR. The only way to load songs was through USB which i was sure i never did. Hmmm, any guesses this time??? Well, she had "recorded" this song from FM station!!!!!!!!!! And there was just one song and no wonder it kept repeating.

The next couple of weeks i trained her on how to use dictionary mode, different languages etc etc etc. And whatever i taught she put them into use. For instance, she and her best friend message each other only in "telugu". :) She even messages most of MY friends and chat with them too!!! When my friends send her forwards like those inspirational quotes, she makes sure she will forward it to me. And whenever she sends out forwards, she promptly adds a line in the beginning telling from whom she had originally got that message!!! So damn innocent and sincere!!! There is this close friend of mine who gets soooo irritated at messaging that he keeps telling that if i am so damn stingy to call, he wouldn't mind calling back, but never bother him with messages. And guess what, my mom messages him and he's forced to message back!!! Haha ... How ironic and what a pity !!! I just enjoy them lots!!! The best was, once when my mom messaged me asking how to send messages on a "reliance mobile". I said i was busy and tell her later parallelly hoping she had not changed the cell phone this time!!! I was pretty sure she did not, for, she wud definitely not changed from BSNL!!! :D Later she messaged my friend and asked him this. Ha ha ha ha i can imagine how enraged he'd have been. He managed to keep his cool and answer my mom that he was also "busy" in a tone as polite as possible!!! She even asked me to buy her a purse that had this compartment for holding mobiles!!!

Well, i was just so amused seeing how a layman learns to use cellphones!!! I wont be surprised if she has made a timetable for messaging playing etc etc in her routine. And today i finally asked her if she still had regrets that i had wasted my money on a cell phone. Her answer was "no" and accepted that having a mobile was a good idea but the only thing was - "The motorola was not really good. It had very less features. She'd have preferred something which atleast had a camera!!!" Any comments????

Epilogue: I just got a message from an unknown number yesterday and i discovered the number was my father's................................

What a start it has been
Wish in the last year, i had, 2009 forseen

The very first week filled with lots of confusions and mishaps
Life was much better last year, perhaps

Forced to take things as it comes
Trying very hard not to succumb

Deepest desire is to set things proper
Hope to see no room for remorse and that things will soon be better

Feels Guilty for being negative
Cannot help it when life mocks at you and you not ready to believe

May be the brighter side is yet to come for the gloomy beginning
For, i strongly believe that every dark cloud has a silver lining

ಬಂತು ಬಂತು ಇನ್ನೊಮ್ಮೆ ಹೊಸ ವರ್ಷ
ನಮ್ಮೆಲ್ಲರ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ತರಲು ಸಂತಸ ಮತ್ತು ಹರ್ಷ

ಕನಸುಗಳನ್ನು ನನಸಾಗಿಸಲು ನಮ್ಮ ಮುಂದಿಟ್ಟಿದೆ ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ಅವಕಾಶ
ನನಸಾಗಿರುವ ಕನಸುಗಳನ್ನು ನೆನೆಪಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಧೃಡ ಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳೋಣ ನಮ್ಮ ಆತ್ಮವಿಶ್ವಾಸ

ನಗೆ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ನಮ್ಮೊಂದಿಗ ಸದಾ ಇರಲೆಂದು ಪ್ರಾರ್ಥಿಸುವ
ಶಾಂತಿ ಸಹನೆ ಎಲ್ಲರಲ್ಲೂ ಬೆಳೆಯಲೆಂದು ಹಾರೈಸುವ

ಒಳ್ಳೇ ವಿಷಯಗಳನ್ನು ತಿಳಿಯುವ ಯತ್ನ ಮಾಡಲು ಹೂಡುವ ಒಂದು ಸಂಚಾ
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ಮತ್ತಷ್ಟು ಸುಮಧುರ ದಿನಗಳು ನೋಡಬೇಕೆಂದು ಹರಿಸುತ್ತಾ ನಾವಿಂದು ಬೀಸುವ ಹೊಸ ವರ್ಷದ ಜಾಲೆ

ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಹೊಸವರ್ಷದ ಹಾರ್ದಿಕ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು!!!

It was a rainy day when the Kumars had set off on a tour to western ghats. The sweet family consisted of 7 people - Mr and Mrs Kumar, their two sons - Ajay who was 15 yrs old, Vijay around 12 yrs old, a cute little daughter tinku, who was in 2nd std and Mr Kumar's aged parents . The 7 of them were packed in a Qualis and started off. The journey was not very eventful or adventurous but normal. The only people who seemed to enjoy the travel were the aged parents of Mr.Kumar as this was the only time they had got to spend time with their grandchildren for they lived in a shimoga and the others in bangalore. The little girl was specially of interest as she entertained the grannys telling them cute lovely stories, singing songs and talked naughtily. And it was only her who seriously gave ears to the mythological stories that her grandparents narrated which others found it quite old for their age. The two guys were most of the time engrossed in cliquing pictures of the scenic beauty that the Ghats offered. Mrs Kumar occasionally conversed with others while most of the time, she was glued to magazines. Mr. Kumar slept peacefully amidst these people and it was "peacefull" coz it was after many years he was with his family touring, otherwise it was always office stuff that constantly kept him occupied.

Most of the first day was spent travelling when finally they reached the guesthouse around 7pm where they planned to settle that night. The next day they visited Horanadu, Shringeri and other temples, Agumbe and other tourist spots and it was a couple of hours before getting dark.

The kids were keenly interested to visit the beach as they had not seen one till then. In fact the children had agreed to come only after their father promised them that he'd take them to a beach. Mr.Kumar was skeptical if they really could enjoy it due to high tides in that season. Nevertheless, being a faithful father, he didn't want to disappoint the kids and kept up his promise.

As he anticipated, the scene was quite horrific as the sea was fierce with high tides and the roaring noise scared the kids. The beach was almost deserted except for a few fishermen here and there. The grandparents, and Mrs.Kumar preferred staying in the car while others went to the beach. The eldest was a bravo and ran towards the sea. He attempted getting his feet wet though the others insisted against it. Ajay asked his brother and sister to join which they did after a slight hesitation. Mrs.Kumar kept warning not to go far from the shore. The fact was that the shore was very narrow and moving towards the sea a few yards was actually getting them deep into the water. Ajay kept "playing" in the mighty sea but he never realised he was actually responding to the inviting waves into the sea. To others, he looked a few yards away, safe. The other two only let their feet wet and din't dare to move further. Mr.Kumar meanwhile took a stroll on the beach now and then halting to see if the kids were safe.

It had started getting dark and Mr.Kumar realised it was time to start their journey back home and gave a pack up call and turned towards where Ajay and others were playing. To his dismay, there was "nobody" ther. He was the "only" creature on the beach!!! He was shaken to death for a split second and started breathing hard. On top of his voice, he started shouting out the kids' names. When he got no response he felt stupified momentarily and it took him several minutes to regain conscious. He searched for them in every possible corner on the beach, behind the bushes, near the rocks but in vain. He lost his composure and stood gaping at the deserted beach and he felt as though the sea had calmed down suddenly and looked all gay after preying the victims. Tears began to fill his eyes and he silently walked towards where the car was parked in all hopes of finding them there. Maybe it was just a joke, maybe it was yet another prank of those kids, or just hoped they had survived the death that was so close.

When he reached the car, his "hopes" turned sour. There were no kids there. Mrs Kumar was relieved to see him back and insisted that he and others get into the car so that they started their return journey soon. When he was about to break the news of "missing kids", he saw something flashy and glowing a few yards down the road. He walked towards it, and as he did so, he got a clearer view of the road as it was pitch dark now. As he neared it, he could hear the sound of a water stream. The other side of the road was the "not so thick" forest and so he was pushed towards the sound he heard but he saw no lights now. He thought it was just his imagination and turned back to return when suddenly the place was illuminated with torch and candle lights and there were the 3 kids who started to sing the "birthday song". Mr.Kumar strongly felt he was dreaming and he wanted to end it. But it was happening and he now rememered it was his "birthday" and wondered how unpleasant a surprise can be!!! He was very happy to see the kids again and hugged them kissed them and told them never to play such a prank ever again on him. The others joined them and they all winked at each other to have made Mr.Kumar the birthday bakra!!! They went back to where the car was parked and cut the cake and Mr.Kumar felt this excitement would last forever.

They started back to bangalore and everyone were speaking together about this plan and how hard they had worked to make it successful. As the car was crossing a hairpin bend, a truck from the opposite side hit the car and a loud "thud". That was the last thing that Mr.Kumar's family heard. There was a slight jerk and the car started moving backward off the road, down the hills, freely suspended in air for a few feet and another "thud" of the car resting on uneven land a few 100 meters down!!!

The grandparents were dead on the spot. Ajay the bravo fights hard for breath and gives up, Mrs.Kumar dies of a bad head injury, tinku and vijay bleed badly and are dead crushed in the car and Mr.Kumar left with injuries in a soporific state. Chasms of grief engulfed him and the birthday song kept ringing in his ears. Being the only survivor amongst them, Mr.Kumar goes into a state of trauma and recovers only after 6-8 months of rigorous/timely treatment.

What a tragedy it was!!! The "ACT OF DYING" come true!!! Its one of the true stories i have heard. Just imagine the pain that Mr.Kumar would have gone through. Dear friends, can you imagine anything worse happening than such an incident? Can there be anythin at all that leaves you with so much pain and a churn in your stomach? I bet anyone wouldn't want this to happen even to their deadliest foes. Sometimes i wonder how can God be sooo cruel. Taking off so many lives in matter of few minutes!!! May be this is HIS way of cost cutting through recession!!!