Monday, May 05, 2008
And I said, 'resident evil!!!'
Lol :-) The person who questioned me was my brother. Ofcourse, he dint ask me in a gentle or sweet way like it may have sounded to you.
Actually, we were arguing as usual for TV remote. All I wanted to see was "Lizzy Mcguire" and gosh, these cricket matches. Don’t stare at me. Come on, it's reasonable for one person like me per locality to hate cricket. In the heated argument he said, "enna pathi enna nenacha ne? mudhala, adha sollu" (what do you think of me, first, tell me) .. To any person in normal sense, other than my brother (who was blurting angrily) it would look funny...It did amuse me but in a different way as my mind was jumbling words in the question to 'What comes to your mind first, when you think of me' to which when I gave that answer. He not only grabbed the remote from me but also stamped hard on my toe :-(
For few minutes I have been applying that question to many things and here are my thoughts:
What are the first five things that come to your mind, when you think of
Bajji / Sundal
My salty sticky-face
Manvasanai (smell of wet sand)
Double Cheese Pizza
Fun & Laughter
Is it Friday?
Empty official mail box (am talkin about the client id)
Overflowing officially unofficial mail box with forwards and chain mails
Wash room, comb, compact, lip care
Summer / Heat
Doesn’t it tune you to write too, about what all comes to your mind when you think of your favourite places, food, friends? Let's take it further. If you are interested, get yourself tagged and write what are the 5 things that come to your mind when you think of ----
Some simple thoughts and pleasures may make smiling for an entire day. After all, happiness is what we all seek for.
This reminds me of mathi's post (A bird in hand). My situation is something like hers.
Whatever be it, when something doesn’t work out even after you struggle hard to make it work out, you can only give it away.
But how easy is it to let it free or give it away? I wouldn’t have been writing about it if it was easier. :-(
What I am trying to say is though you protest for good cause you don’t get much support from your friends, from people who share your same feelings, Why? An immediate reaction of a colleague was "It has been like this for the past 2 years. Why do you want it to change? Yeah right, it's for good. But I was ok with what was happening before. Though it was uncomfortable, it was silently accepted as a routine. But see where it had led you. Surely, most of us are not happy about it. This is why I dint want to join hands with you. I don’t want to spoil my relationship at any cost. "
To you and to others like you, I can only say "Stay away from me…I don’t wanna be nice to everyone and do things without my heart in them. It's better to be "alone" alone than being "alone" even if others are around."
Sometimes, you cannot be nice to everyone :-) Just let them go.
You wouldn’t let them go, if they are worthy.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
One part of me sees you as a wonderful creation of nature. The other part always presumes that you are nothing but an opening (a gap in the sky) which when reached would tear me off, take me away from the worldly complications and bestow eternal bliss. Either way I never get tired of watching you!!!
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
After few minutes, she stood, gave one hard if-only-looks-could-kill look at him and went upstairs. He switched on his ipod and tried to ease himself out but he dozed off.
It was still dark when he woke up. He went upstairs to check on her. She was sleeping soundly. One look at her sleeping face made him smile. It was this sleeping face which had driven him crazy. 3 years before, he had seen her in a train journey. He had missed the train, drove like a maniac all the way to next station and somehow got into it. She was his co-passenger. She was asleep when he had boarded. He couldn’t take his eyes off the sleeping beauty. That was just a small never-after encounter as he couldn’t even talk to her;He had got down before she even woke up. . Call it fate or luck, after 5 months of their encounter, they got married. It was a perfectly arranged marriage to which he totally agreed when he found out that she was the bride. There had been many misunderstanding and fights but their love for each other kept them up.
The memories faded away as he stood watching at her. He loved her and there was no doubt. He sat next to her sleeping form and watched her. He bent down and kissed her on her cheeks and whispered “I love you”. She smiled in her sleep and turned to the other side. He looked at her bare hands for sometime, then got up and went down.
She woke up late and knew that he was not at home. She hadn’t made him breakfast nor had she kissed him goodbye, but he had gone. She was not angry anymore, but depressed. She wanted to see him. She had outrageously shouted at him but did not intend to insult him. “Words once let out, can never be taken back”. She cried silently and then got out of the bed. She headed to wash her face, and that’s when she saw. Her three fingers in the left hand were polished neatly with a pink nail polish. She let out a gasp and laughed out aloud thinking of how much he would have struggled to do it when she was asleep. “Love you” she said aloud.
Friday, February 15, 2008
“Girl of Destiny” tagged me along with every other blogger I know.
But I don’t want this game to end with me, so if You
I am tagging - You
1.-Filipina,2.-Stories,3.-Abroad,4.-Husband,5.Gagiers, 6. Life 7. Everything, 8. Offer, 9. Moments, 10. Food Trip 11. World 12. suffering 13.china's autograph 14.Kiran's My voice15. Boobu 16.Sugar & Spice 17. ~*Girl of Destiny*~ 18. Nivi 19. You
All you're needed to do is to add your name to the end of the list.
The rules are that
-You shouldn't use any colors
-You should add only a short description
-You shouldn't change anything else in the tags.
-And there's also a way out where you can let others know that you're not interested in this crap by saying 'No' :-)
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