Quintessence

The newly bought salwar kameez , was as white as that dress that comes in tide advertisement. I appeared in front of mirror , and checked if it’s neat for the 8 th time . It was just 7 o clock, everyone in home was quite amazed on seeing me , get ready that early that day I took the scooty that I had washed for the first time , outside my house ,and carefully closed the compound gates with one hand . As I pressed the kick start button , it flied to the nearby bus stop and there , my college bus , painted in yellow color with one liner written on its top “ THINK BIG ” stood waiting . as I went towards it , I took me along with fellow mates ….  Like a vacuum cleaner sucking dust… For first time , I kept myself away from window seat for some specific reasons . The bus had a mélange of ppl . First years  , sophomores  and final year students like me… The latter alone kept themselves busy , dumping their heads onto some aptitude books , and glancing up on the GRE barrons…. Their fa

 Global Education Centre,Infosys, Mysore It has been days since I had written something , that’s  my real experience, May be I should write about something , I had faced here , experienced ,,,here …or adulated ……here May be About  the gurukul interview I attended @infosys ….. Or about the cute couples I admire in my class…… Or may be about the mother tongue influence I see  “Often“  here  J Something that makes me feel guilty , even if my pronounciation is right….. especially when it comes to say letters like “h”.. in html Ppl wonder whether they should call it  “etch ti  em yel “ ,,, like  calcutta guys Or “Hutch ti em el “ like a few southis over here  …. Whatever , there were days where we get clashed in this topic and had lots of fun….in this context…. Thanks to my cpy ,  for  bringing a few souls I never thought I’d meet..in my life … I must mention about a few friends I’ve met here …. More from haryana, most of whose names has 5 letters in it ,

Thank God you didn't balk, Maybe thats y we had a nice talk and a memorable walk. Amidst these trees that stood like stalk :-) I'd call up the moon to come so soon, If every weekend this could happen And everytime we could meet. Not just to share spicy meat, or Eat a little sweet... But to know more of each other And to explore de worlds of the "OTHER" In the eyes of the self!

This poem got published in Infosys Magazine - " Anukriti " An empty lane An empty game.. I just walk like -another sane. Even stars are missing out at night escaping every moment from my sight.. Flowers are mesmerizing but not more than you... Trees are mollycoddling .... But not as you do..... 24X7 Food courts , Serving me with, -Delicious dosas -Mouth-watering melon juices..& -Sumptuous Salads.... Yet , I miss those Spicy foods, and hot egg curries, you made and spoon fed me... ”Once” I tap my head and cough like hell when I pour out extreme hot coffees straight to my mouth.. &get  myself hurt.. Yet, I walk with a smile towards my bay, reminding myself of those sweet days where, you made hot idlies , with your feathery hand,& and fed me, after carefully pooh pooh-ing them. And when I asked ,  ”Mom, Why you are pooh pooh ing  it???” You smiled back and said ,  ”Else the heat will hurt you dear!!”

    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 the blessings of Rockfort god a

Life without coffee Is like Life without Love Both are meaningless or has less meaning!! With a tiny breath and minute gasp, I hold my coffee cup, that puffs out concentric waves in air ! Through my eye lids I take a slimy path Searching for a Soul that surrounds me like air !! The hotness of coffee And Sweetness of dear one's soul Keeps me connected to goal The steam coughs up cup And sprays up my face Drenching me like drizzling rain !! Liquid dance around the brim reminds me of movements in prom ! Aroma of it, roams around as dew..... Cuing the cute scent of you ! Day starts with coffee Ends with toffee !! But ther's something else I need to say.....................

Celebrating a birthday whether in solitude or with chum cluster, is always a special thing With no hopes And no assumptions Preoccupying my mind im waiting for my day My bday September 16th!! I'm glad to share this day with great celebrities like Minister Chidambaram , Actress Meena , and another friend of mine Its not mere cutting a few cakes and blewing light candles... It's something more!!! Comes the more in a few hours !!!

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 baby... It's like -I just

Past It's a pong past that makes me aghast Hardly it pats On shoulders at last!! Life gets lost If pondered on broken pots !! It Threatens like a  ghost !! & keeps your flesh frost !! Not all past is Good Nor like mine in woods !! It's gone atlast!! The Unpleasent Past!! If you say , your past was thornless I'll die Speechless !!

Happy Birthday my blog :-) It has been a year since its birth ........ My alterego , When I wish to share something.. My soul , When I feel the inner me in you & My chum, When I get desperate Thousands of "Awesomes" Hundreds of "Likes" And Multiple fans... across the world... It's something I haven't imagined And Something That's more than anything One might call it a pathway or a tunnel.... b/w me and the rest of the world... Ppl call it pastime I call , past so slime.. Jotted in time !! Might mean zilch today But, When I Look back after 40 years Somewhere in the labyrinth array of nerves and veins I'd feel It's a valuable souvenir A Worthy asset !! I can cherish forever !! Happie Birthday Quintessence !! It's not mere blog :) It's much more !! Explore & Experience the Ecstasy