Some blurry 'grey' pictures ;)

Yesterday I went on a train journey from Trivandrum to Ernakulam...it was raining slightly.....actually I found it entertaining...there was no boredom of long journey with rain to keep me company during the whole journey.Yesterday was Independence day, but I didn't miss the parade..I saw 2 parades on the way to Ernakulam from train..And it was Onam season so there were small "pookalam"s in front of houses, there were little girls swinging on the rope swings tied to big trees...,there were naughty little boys splashing around in mud puddles...

Landscapes looked so mystic & blurred with all the rain & mist..,,I only got some bad pictures in my mobile camera...the pictures are really bad...I took the pictures while the train was moving..& I am still amazed how the pictures are not so blurred..Usually even when my hands shake the pictures get blurred..Anyway here are a few shots...few because most of the time I was enjoying myself, by just looking outside & didn't bother to take a picture..... :)

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

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

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