Quintessence

I ruffled through the pages of my diary to figure out when was that moment in history when I made that quirkiest decision of my life. the one I have always been wanting to take. Not for one, two years, but for ages I could remember Painting my hair Red. To be honest, the color wasn’t pre-decided. It was anything far from black. And one I wouldn’t regret. But for someone with this desire to color the hair for ages, I hardly made a search to finalize on the precision of vibrancy. I did one thing which 93.45% girls do. Ping BFF. I pinged my best friend who should at least by then block me for my incessantly pinging her and bothering amidst her regular chores. Red may look good on you, she said sharing a few pics, which I took exactly to the bestest salon in the city of Chennai. Trust me, as someone having a hair of good texture (Well, not bragging, if anything I would only tie it to heredity, the fact that everyone in my family has it, from grandfather till granddaughter), the ...

“You just lost someone and in this case either you can grieve on losing that person or can smile thinking about the wonderful time you spent with that person or do both. A complex situation isn't it? What will be your feelings...share with us!! ” Mrigank just asked this question in Indiblogger on Indispire to which fire of thoughts got liberated from many Indibloggers. And here is mine - "I don't have an after-state , for I'm not yet out of the grief and not yet into the realization, that it happened" Losing someone you love, could be the worst pain a mankind could get, when he is alive. God, dare not to perform it. I still remember the innumerable times, when I used to imagine in my childhood on how worse it could be if somebody close to my heart demises and reaches the sky one day. I know it might seem absurd for you as you read this. But trust me, I had imagined the times, built the scenarios virtually only to end up crying splashing volumes and v...

It was a fuzzy morning that flashed some sparks in the class of "YELLOWS" .... *Snaps taken at every Corner,, *Electronic Equipments that are Often Hidden and  Masqueraded ...Are the so called  reminiscences... The lustrous  rings and well furnished bracelets shining like moon, made them UNIQUE amidst a million others.. The hair -Fussed ever ,,,but tied today are worth Re-telling......... & So the souls that stood agape at the stupendous appearance of those chicks,,, Assualting the Warnings and belittling the cautions , ..they sauntered at the sunny corridors of sara,,Like a lionness  in herds, smiling and grinning at the adonis there. While Some pedagogues gazed and some seemed happy ,,this SineCure CS Stood High like a flag tied high.... Came there the head ,scolding the rest for their Accoutre.. like a  Street dog wetting the flag stand...irrespective of which we amble and ramble... dawdle and doodle...........   "Damn it " , Said one soul...   ...

The rivers that rambled as my Soul Sauntered... the Bees that sang the dusty sand.. wavering their hands..... the sub-urban clan.. the built temples half and with the ever grazing calf.. the greeny grasses the stammering bullock carts The cul de sac that reconciled back to me The Fresh mountains -the repository of those on onomatopoeic sounds The eagles in rounds The freezy breeze in the chill mileu and the big big rocks children climb,,, The uncleaned cob webs & the Gummy Cobs Binding one another.. like the virtual love that ties r hearts . . . The early sun that.... burns & Turns RED Waking red Cocks and barking street dogs... those brittle ,fragile buildings Are not things one can easily See in Cities Encompassing Traffic,Strikes,Accidents Burgers,Pizzas,&Stuffs. . . Village -the best place to Rejoice Rollick & Relish :-) :-) Save their beauty & Reach the Ecstasy !!

Have you ever played cricket with droplets of unpredictable torrential rain, falling straight at your eye balls? And that too with Juveniles of age 6,8,11,14.... With Your pet dog as the Only Audience? One must Experience a Sort of Fun like that!! A heavy wind, blowing the other side,Pushing all your forelocks aside.  A Girl won't have any idea of what to hold firmly..... *Her hair? or Forelock? or Accoutre flying high? Or  the most vital thing of all- "Cricket Bat"?? While, the droplets of rain still falling and embracing  her skinny jeans. One has to feel the passion of Nature that moment..

Weren't there mornings where        blogging was my soul's sole passion?? Weren't there solitude filled moments        where i swirled my mind        Quelled a lot        Unleashing a few poems and quotes?? Weren't there monotonous and dreary classes        where I Closed my Squinting eyes        to think and rethink...so as to Ameliorate my       Writing skill ?? They were. . . . There were. . . . Yea... This is Not Fair!!! Although there were a million kiths and clans dumping their heads onto technical books. . . This Impassioned soul of mine Sauntered in the dusty corridors of Sara (My College).... With hands filled with Cue Cards And Bags filled with Dictionaries & Idiom books. .. Didn't I Love them all Once? ? Ain't I Obsessed with them?? What brought a frustration in me now? Or how Proclivity or Predilection is mutate...

The clock ticked 7 times,the lazy ear could hear only the 7th Tick.Mom was calling,"Nivi...Get Up! It's already late.." Stretching my eyelids and bumping my sandal puffy pillow,I took myself off the bed.Slanting in some 105 degree, I quirked and gazed at, that mist filled morning. Someone was howling right in my ears..Awww..thats the Sad Alarm that often gets heavy knocks right at its head.With more of rage , I Kicked off the bed Cover , million of mosquitoes were flying in air happily yet hurriedly.I Stood Straight to Unlock the tightly locked windows ,& dashed it-the other side. The rays of Sun entered my Skin, Flushing out the frustration in me. With a wide grin, I Jumped out of my bed, hitting my fingers at some wooden edges.Though I felt little delirious, the florid thoughts vacillating deep inside my heart urged me to wake that auspicious day with a smile..The coffee on the table was already cold.Now the voice from the other side was even intense..."N...