Quintessence

Month of May !!! May your curses go away !!  It's burning like helll. It's sweating like she yells... Patience is what you need.. In all such uninvited deeds... Blame it to your mom, Or easy to your dad,.... When no one cares your crap... For sun is scorching my head, And daring to put me dead… May the month of May , run faster like ray, May the month of May , could quickly get away.... Sitting still I am! Like an omelette laid on pan ! Switching on the fan , I hear the inverter crying for span. Sun is scorching, Weather is torturing … Still , I sit and pray, To my Lord who designed life this way, Live my life one day, That too on a hot May !! When rain falls go other way, and Spring sleeps at its own bay… When cows go to shed, When soldiers go to bed ! Enter my life one Day , Especially on a hot May… . ...

That was a 3 floor building . Our dense window glasses ,oily old fans, grimy untouchable loft and screeching showcase doors everything remained as dusty as the heart and minds of ppl surrounding us. Neither we had time to look into those , nor we spoke of cleaning them all on some X th day of our life . Life went so busy like the crowded roads  of a hot metropolitan city, even though the roads here are not one … Candid thoughts , if allowed to burst out, will obviously  take a different voice , different tone and difference content from what I've presented above … Dumping out those old, philosophical serious thoughts of mind, I wish I could jot down a few pleasing scenarios this God’s Own Country gave me..   1)     What is more pleasing than a drizzle on a Monday morning ,on a day you’d feel so reluctant to even wake from bed. A tiny drizzle that drops out slightly, instead of fully drenching you, a not-so-wrenching-sun that smile...

  PART 1 : Seriously I have no clue of from where to start and how to start?? Should I start from the day one where I met my school mate 'vantana' after 5 long years or from the messy lunch I had with her and her fella' hostel mates a day before my birthday   or should I tell about our cool hangouts to ponmudi and meenmutty falls on Sep 16. Each of them was enjoyable and Each of them had a beauty of their own. That night on my bday I was in her hostel Vantana.... It seemed like it was just yesterday I stepped out of my 12th std school bidding vantana and gang a big bye celebrating the end of public examinations . But things have changed a lot....They have changed in a pace faster than one could ever imagine. and that's how, now i'm in her hostel , sitting as a Infoscion , smiling at her TCS tag..... From Schools tags till noon lunches everthing was same for us..., But now??? Tags vary... Companies vary...Platforms vary... God !! Give m...

    EVEN IF YOU'RE PLACED IN WORLD'S MOST ADORABLE CITY, YOU' LL STILL BE MISSING YOUR CITY..YOUR OWN HOMETOWN.....despite the wordly riches........        AND THAT'S MY STATE NOW.... BEFORE GEARING UP FOR INFOSYS, MYSORE, I'D LIKE TO UNLEASH A FEW THOUGHTS OCCUPYING MY SAPPY HEART Trichy,  -A small city  lying in the centre of Tamilnadu,has cherished me so much than One could imagine that I cannot define it just by 6letters. Twenty years of attachment with it can neither be said by flamboyant words fitted in perfect place nor by dextrous deeds. The temple town that shattered by examination fears when I was in 7th, 8th stds by the rays of blessing emerging from Rockfort temple beside by home.    Days when I hide behind small pillar  and sneak my heads out, like a little gal, just to see Lord Ganapathy and say my heart wrenching musings to him are more than 'mere-reminiscence' .  Every birthday that inchoated with ...

Every morning used to begin with a little walking on the terrace with  a minute or sometimes heavy book , clinging to my hand. . , even on days when rain drenches the entire roof forcing the stones to imbibe the water. Droplets of water wil get onto stones quicker than  subject could enter brain. :) :-) What is the big deal here is holding your concentration! Especially when scenic beauty clutters your mind off,,  you can't hold . . . Nor help yourself from falling a prey to the  temptation of nature. . . . FEW MOMENTS THAT MAKES ME FLY IN AIR ARE - 1.The moment I see green parrots flying beneath  the clouds, & suddenly flock to my shoulders. Goose flesh ( Horripilation)  rises up on my hand,,& eventually book slips off my fingers. . 2. Moment I feel the zephyr of early morning mixed with equal amount of sun rays,,   refraining me from freezing out : I stretch my hands out ,, cuddle the air and kiss the mist, Just like I kiss a...

Its rainin here:-):-) :-) :-). the smell of Trichy sand:-) hmm entering my nerves:-) :-) Unlike the sweat of homo sapiens , the sweat of my city sand sublimes to the sky, spreadin out the aroma:-) :-) The chillness stays like a drenched cotton makin my mother nature, feel cooler than hills:-)  The tiny droplets clinging to the shady tree,, is dancing on its last fall,,,, And  my slender finger running on wet leaves,, drinks off those droplets,, as it crosses them,, A heavy blow of wind,, pushes off my brittle hair, drizzled in wet air, cluttering my forelocks,, The puddle below me feet,, that appears hardly neat,, has become at meat,, for dogs in street:) The couples sauntering with arms juxtaposed,, enjoyin the zephyr,, that could easily decipher ,, the mystery behind their love history:) The trees were full of silky white stars  Sparkling at mars:) It Rains in my city!! Its Reigns like a deity !!

So, Till date in this blog  we've made many different comparisons, gadgets and gals .... exceptions & examples....etc,where we'll be unwinding the subtle differences between them with a splash of poetry.. Here Is another go !! This evening as  I stepped out of my home, down the stairs,round the gates ,I found a little drizzle falling on my hands... like that of my blissful tears...A thought creeped in my mind , and I wished to give those thoughts a fleeting life with my words ...... And here it stands - as 68th blog post ! Enjoy reading it, Comment If yur Soul likes it !! The day we used to call sunny and bright are almost gone. Cause its time for her-the rain!! The girl whose eyes got moist by the harsh and hot words of her dear sun.that made her cry and cry& cry till her life ends.. the state that every gal gets into.the unbearable wrds of dear ones -the weird rays of sun the unusual responses from our soul-the extreme hotness of sun The stupidity of the r...

I'm sitting alone in this balcony, with no one near,to accompany !! I'm sitting here, to find the mystery, with no one sauntering in my street!! All that I could see.. Is that heavy Cloud.. Jarring aloud ..& Moving so proud !! I'm seeing around ....seeing those kids.. dancing around... I'm glad on seeing ..the new guest of me!! Its flowing hard..touching my skin like a dot... Its turning.. Turning left... Turning right.... Swirling all around like a little kite... I'd like to go out,, &drop like that dot... Before which I Met the worst of all !! I wondered how , In nanosecond , The weather went whimsical....!! I wondered how, the sun rays came tearing off my dense cloud !! And making me becloud!! We stood agape... like a lonely grape... Winking and wincing like a star in sky Will another day come ?? Where I'll dance spirit fully in that muddy rain.. Will another day come..?? Where we all would sing in the rain...!! ...

Treacherous beauty. Drenched as cutie.. As like a lotus engulfed in honey,, ameliorating the sweetness ,, in that lonely night,, She- the only enchanting sight, lavishingly bright,, yea, i'm right,, the sweetest soul, &most adonis's goal... This mysterious mania could steal splendid hearts in this earth,, if there's no blissful dearth . . Unless beauty herself imbibes d truth inchoates the voyage- Fleeing via tunnel called,, flaunted fans... With her so called laissez -faire attitude... With her twigy eyes expressin the gratitude.. Givin us all the delight... In this lonely night,, the lustrous night..

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...

That Was a Lonely Night,Chill Breeze Encircling My Shoulders. Headset Dumping Romantic Song Onto my Ears. Tuft Of Forelocks Waving the Other Side. Yet this Sappy Soul Of Mine Neither Ecstastic Nor Pensive Walked Lost in my Own Thoughts....

Deafening silence defiant girls and the dogmatic guys Ever Praising Pedagogues( Sarcastic) And the Altrustic attenders Urging us Every now and then with our souls Vacillating In the corridors.... Like a deadly ghost engulfed in the pig mire... The ambience and the radiance striking spots on our silver sequins... We ambled and rambled with our brain scrambled on One rainy day in that sultry wind ..... That Poo poo's our worries along with the dusty sand.... So we hope... one day or other the strict martinets and the sniffering Spys will sigh a satisfaction or rather a frustation that these are ever eluding incorrigibles beyond the rehabilitation....... Miragin their rage and bringin in us a great courage................ Corroborating the fact WE -THE INCORRIGIBLES WILL EVER BE the incorrigibles proving our identity :):) to all those entity :):)

Awesome Apti Class At Out Insti ' :):) -->> Beautiful place that any1 cud gaze :-) Ths must be the day no CSian wud ever forget in ther life,,Damn!!!The day is ful of confusing apti and weird answers that it deserves,,the sad luks at my buddies face,,reflecting their inner voices-EKSI!! and the so called feedbk that they usually collect aftr sm monotonous presentations[ awsme presn at times]!! &sm wer Got red handed while returning the feedback for some of therr sarcastic cmnts !!Day went so cool !Listened thro'out ,,but gained nothing!!Glancing our mobile for every half-an-hour!!Vacillating across the corridors @5mins break!!Running helter and scelter during our lunch just to submit the so called Assignment to which sara strictly binds itself till date!The Assignment which is possibly or probably called student's Research in miniature--possesses lottta Pit falls and parapraxis:):)The Brittle hair that was waving along ,,,in the sultry air,,sometimes shie...

The Interest and Fun In the Parching sun, Thrashing the Road dust With Lot of guts!! The Road's Vicissitudes Resembling human Attitudes!!  The green trees and free bees, The Passers-by gazing like Aliens, Unwelcoming Ppl at their Fag Ends! The Pot holes are the Road moles,, The Travel at its Ends With All those Beautiful blends  ^--^--^--^--^--^--^--^^--^--^--^--^--^--^--^

Damn!He dares to Fuzz My hair! The Speedy travel, surpassing some marvels, the illusory mirage, En tourage! Road so Bright, Giving us delight, Shattering sad Plight, Racing towards the Destiny , Raking up some mutiny, Comes Here Our joy with Age With the so called Bon Voyage!!!!