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 …
Sometimes I write in prose & sometimes in poem....most of which are based on my experience & some based on the people around me
Thursday, July 15, 2010
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 …
Sunday, July 4, 2010
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..
Saturday, July 3, 2010
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
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Walk away
I tried to find some truth
Among the lies she told
I tried to see a friend
Beneath the glitter & glamour
Youth, beauty & money
With a dash of arrogance
And somewhere in between
A heartbeat of an ordinary girl
Somewhere I could see the inherent goodness
Hidden away in her fake lashes
She smiles away & laughs aloud
Among a group of parasites, whom she call friends
Sweet talks & happy hours they have all day long
Making each silly occasion a celebration
To give a treat of chocolates & ice-cream
“Walk away girl” I have often thought
You have a life ahead
In which money won’t be your slave
You can boss around now, as
You have been born privileged
One day your beauty will wane
And your admirers will fail
To keep up with the real you
So walk away now & walk towards
A path to build a world of your own
Keep the charity of inheritance
As a reserve for bad times
Is it so hard to read a few books?
To get a decent degree?
Anyway it will be easier than ‘texting’
All your friends & keeping up with fashion trends..
So walk away…& walk towards a better future
Monday, June 7, 2010
By the sea
“Come on dress up letz go somewhere”
Says my dad…”Sea air will be good for you” he continues
By the sea
When the waves grumble
Crashing mercilessly against the rocks on shore
Waves recede, after teasing my toe tips
I step back as in reflex
What made me resent the sea water?
Just the chillness or the dirty tone it had
Once I used to splash around it
Not caring whether it’s blue, brown or blue-green
Now the ‘pedicured’ feet hesitate to touch it
And the wind starts to blow again,
Entangling my hair in a more complicated pattern
I pulled my hood over my hair
Tucking in the loose strands
It’s getting more ridiculous by the minute
Protecting myself from wind & water?
“Evening sunlight is good for your skin”
Quotes my father….
Well he didn’t know I had already on a
Dab of sun-protection lotion
Feels like all my senses are numb
Just moving eyes are there to make sure of the reality
All I feel is empty
Neither sad nor happy
Again I retreated to my shell of silent tortures
Monday, May 31, 2010
New Pinch
I am not sure how much more I will be able to blog in the coming months...my college is going to reopen day after tomorrow. Still I am planning to have atleast 3 posts a month. Its a crucial year in my studies as I have to prepare for 5 main papers (actually its 4 but last year's paper was a mess so I am improving). It was a memorable summer vacation, lot of tragedies & losses. Anyway seems like I have learnt a lot of things, most striking of all is that "I am saying goodbye to last minute studies." I just hope this lesson doesn't wither away like my new year resolutions which I never keep.
Feels like I am having a new beginning. Maybe its because of all the new things I got for college year. Its a silly habit I am having from kindergarten classes onwards. Each school year I want the first day of school to be perfect. Perfect means new pencils,bag, water bottle,shoes & so & so......Anyway I have kept the list of new things to the minimum this year. I have mentioned this earlier in my blog that most of my classmates are from poor families. Sometimes I feel guilty while I buy new shoes or clothes just for the reason that it looks pretty. I have seen some of my classmates using their shoes till they can't be repaired further. They buy things out of necessity, not just because they look pretty or pink. Even though I am saying things like this, I still buy stuff as my father is paying for it. When the day comes, in which I am the person who is paying bills, I will definitely cut back on buying pretty things. Each day I spend with my classmates, makes me more aware of the value of money & I take care not to waste it. I just wish, I will have not too much money or too little money, but just the right amount to balance it all. Till this day money has never been my motivation, I hope it will stay that way.
Feels like I am having a new beginning. Maybe its because of all the new things I got for college year. Its a silly habit I am having from kindergarten classes onwards. Each school year I want the first day of school to be perfect. Perfect means new pencils,bag, water bottle,shoes & so & so......Anyway I have kept the list of new things to the minimum this year. I have mentioned this earlier in my blog that most of my classmates are from poor families. Sometimes I feel guilty while I buy new shoes or clothes just for the reason that it looks pretty. I have seen some of my classmates using their shoes till they can't be repaired further. They buy things out of necessity, not just because they look pretty or pink. Even though I am saying things like this, I still buy stuff as my father is paying for it. When the day comes, in which I am the person who is paying bills, I will definitely cut back on buying pretty things. Each day I spend with my classmates, makes me more aware of the value of money & I take care not to waste it. I just wish, I will have not too much money or too little money, but just the right amount to balance it all. Till this day money has never been my motivation, I hope it will stay that way.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Living in the shadow of dreams
As I took shelter from the scorching sun
Under the shadow of a tree
I take shelter under the shadow of my dreams
To cool a scorching mind
The departure of loved ones is hard to bear
And what if the departure is forever
Never ever to see their faces
Never ever to hear them call me pet names
But I dream about them
The only possible way I have
To see them again & listen to them
At least to believe in their existence
For a fraction of a second
I pray every night to God
Let me dream about the dead
Dead who were dear to me once
When they were alive and breathing
Sometimes I become blessed, or am I lucky
To dream of my loved ones in heaven
And I wake up, thanking God right away
Repeating my prayer
Let me dream about my loved ones, once more
And I live in the shadow of my dreams
My friends say, that its wistful dreams
But if it gives me peace of mind
Who is to say nay to it?
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