Recolouring a fading past

Sometimes I wish I could frame

Those beautiful moments

Just like the framed pictures on my desk

Wish the time won’t pass so quickly

Uncertainty of the past frightens me

Still the curiosity to embrace the unknown, cheers me up

I try too hard to memorize each & every detail

Recollecting as much as possible

To recolour a fading past

I remember the way I blushed to a compliment

And cried to a heartless scolding

I remember the comfort of my home

And the warmth of my parent’s protection

But I remember more about love and death

I fasten my grip on my memories once more

Afraid of letting them fade

While I am busy, chasing my dreams

A sleepy mistake

Last day our Kerala history class was going on as usual. I was among the few who were not sleeping in a class of 65 students. Our professor was talking about the people who have came to Kerala from other parts of the country, in ancient times…Like in the 8th century AD..She asked who was the famous philosopher who came from Erankulam to here(here means Trivandrum , our place) in the 8th century A.D. Actually she was expecting an answer ‘Sankracharya’. As I was going to answer & make a show off, someone from the other side of my row raised her hand. That was my dear friend Alia who has come from Ernakulam. As she was sleeping during the rest of the class, she only heard the part ‘who came from Ernakulam ?’ She proudly & loudly answered “Madam, I” ….The students who were not sleeping & the professor broke into a laughter. Even at this point, Alia had no idea what was so funny about her answer….Due to the amount of sound we made the rest of the students woke up & they too joined the laughter even though they had no idea what was going on. Of course, if they didn’t laugh it will seem awkward, so they had to imitate laughing till we stopped laughing….After the class we made fun of Alia as much as we possibly can…I mean its only in such rare occasions we get such a humiliated prey….While we said goodbye to her that evening, we said no hard feelings..it was just a sleepy mistake …

I want to say something

Yesterday I was going through my blog posts...Oh..God... its depressing... Most of the posts have negative feeling ..How come I am not writing about the cheerful & funny scenario that happens to me ?..Seems like I want to keep all the happiness to myself...One more thing..the posts with labels 'about me' are the only ones based on my experience..I have wrote some posts using "I"... just used that for a effect..I get most of the inspiration for "my sad stuff" from the experiences of my friends..I am kind of borrowing their pathetic condition & modifying it, to my imagination..creepy...Well I will try to write about something cheerful than my usual load of complaining & confusion..

Sorting

Why can’t people just say what they feel?

Instead of giving me puzzles & hints

They know I am a ‘dummy’ in problem solving

They ask me to sort friends as good, bad & average

They start preaching into my unwilling ears

“Hang out with the good, just say hi to the average

And act as if the bad doesn’t exist”

Nowadays all I do is, think to myself

I am too lazy to argue…

I whisper under my breath to myself

“Only if I know what is bad, I can appreciate the good

In a way, aren't all of us good & bad at the same time?"

Hiding our frustrations behind a smile

Hiding those tears beneath a laugh"

I want to believe in “happily ever after” endings

Hopes & dreams make my days sweet

I want to believe in all the beautiful & colourful lies

Truth & reality hurts too much