Love & Deafness

We never learn from mistakes…well at least some don’t. There are a few I know, who are such dumbbells that they have promised themselves that they will act crazy and destroy their life at its ripest time. Of course I mean the girls that are of my age group…my colleagues in college. They are young, beautiful & bubbling with life &….some foolishly presumes they will be like that forever. They say they are in love, & they want to talk to their soul mate all day long.

          Whatever the friends do to warn them of the disasters won’t work. They are just bitten by the love bug & at the end of story they will be left heart broken. At that time I just want to shout to them I told you so, but I haven’ done that yet. Sure there are some love stories that are genuine. But nowadays the society is so rotten & from most of the cases I know about my friends love is just a game for them….a pass time…a peer pressure thing. I had a friend who was so in love and finally it ended badly for the girl , the boy & the family. She has stopped her studies, & she is not even allowed to call her friends. Some people who are living close to her home told me once that she is so changed. She rarely speaks anything, always being rude to people who show kindness and to sum it up she has shut herself up in a miserable world of her own.

            One thing I know for sure, college life is not just for enjoyment. Its the hard-work during this time that determines the rest of our life or career path (in my case its so) . So the safe thing to do is to stay away from all stupidities, including falling in love.I really hope that my friends who are so in love with "some person on the other end of mobile phone" will throw the stupid thing away & start working for their exams........God I am really in a bad mood now..... :( ...I wonder why that love-bitten friends never listen to me?....I think love also makes them deaf or immune to good advices....

Sleep

It’s a cold Sunday morning

A blue night and a rain-clad sky above me

Smell of wet earth and moisture in air

Dawn is peaking from

Underneath the blanket of darkness

Air stands still as if heavy with

The burden of thick fog

I can see blurred sceneries at distance

Getting clearer as I come nearer

My eyes are falling asleep again

To continue dreaming an unfinished dream

Listening to the light tune of drizzle

I again fall asleep as the world is waking up

Good sleep is a luxury

To sleep, to dream a sweet dream with happy ending

Life only has endings

Beginnings that end somewhere

Sometimes happy, but mostly tragic & pathetic

Want to have a peaceful sleep

To escape the nightmares of life

Let me sleep under a light,

Without knowing the time

Let me wake up at dawn to say goodbye,

To a sinking sun, with a promise

I will see it again next day

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