Friday, 16 December 2011

Be the change!

Elders hardly welcome changes. The world has changed. The times have changed. But the mindsets of Indian adults haven't.

People happily accepted coming out of the stone age then why not now? Why don't they just accept reality? Fine, we are Indians, we are conservative, we think more about what others will think, we are scared of society. But do we really need to take such steps just for the sake of society? It is high time that people come out of their shells, accept reality and take things positively.

This can't go on any longer. We must end it right away.

Friday, 7 October 2011

Excursion

28 September 2011

I was jumping with excitement right from the morning. This year our school was taking the 9th standard students to an adventure and personality development camp in Bangalore. Our train was due at 7:15. Knowing that the Kachiguda Railway Station was well away from our house, we started two hours early. After taking directions from many people we finally reached the station. It was drizzling continuously and the railway station was very wet, muddy and stinky. Dad was getting very anxious. He bought platform tickets which was really unnecessary.

                                                                       Our shoes!!

After running hither tither for some 15 minutes we reached Platform number 3. My coach was S12. I reached it only to find a stinking drippy mess inside. All the people who came for seeing off their relatives and friends were crowding inside the train. The lights weren't switched on yet. I knew I couldn't tolerate it so I kept my luggage on my seat and came out only to be driven back to my place by my over anxious parents who were scared that I would catch a cold because of the slight drizzle outside and also they feared that someone who take away my seat. Later the lights were switched on. My friends started arriving. Surekha maám arrived too. My parents rushed to her and made sure that I would be made to call them once every week. Everyone were constantly getting in and out of the train. Alast at 7:20 our train made its first move. Lots of goodbyes, take cares, waving hands, last minute instructions and shouts of joy and laughter filled the air around us and slowly those familiar faces out there in the station faded away. Yeah I was on the way to my very first official excursion. Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                            Me and my girlfriends!!            
                                                       With my best friend Lorry!  


Initially all of us girls sat together and shared foodies and tried playing S.T.D (situation truth dare). Later Lorry and I decided to go find an empty and less crowded place for ourselves so we left them and found ourselves a place near the teachers and started playing Deepest Darkest Secrets. But that couldn't last long enough because other people started joining us. Later Dhruva, Rahul, Trishala, Neha, Rishabh, Saisagar and Shreya joined us and we played quite a few games and then dinner time came. Mom sent me two mushroom and egg Frankies and most of my neighbors were either vegetarian or were fasting due to Navaratri so I relished them alone. Then the teachers played spoilsport by making us shut the windows and go to sleep in our respective berths. Lorry took the lower berth on the left and I took the upper berth. There was a mirror placed right in front of us and it was placed in such a way that we could see each other's faces but not our owns. So we started showing each other actions on the mirror which later developed into a game of dumb-charades. I went to sleep later and so did Lorry with her special mosquito repellent bed sheet.

29 Sepetember 2011

We were awake till 12 am that day as it was our dear friend VV's birthday.  We called him up from NP's phone and wished him happy birthday. Lorry even wrote a poem for him and recited it on the phone.


                                              Lorry is making fishtail plaits for Neha!!

I heard stories about some notorious kids smearing tooth paste on the faces of the sleeping kids so I slept in constant fear of that but thank God I woke up next morning relieved to find that I wasn't their victim. We brushed our teeth and ate some biscuits and then went back to talking, singing and also hogging. We reached the Bangalore railway station at 7. That placed stinked real bad. Surekha maám I must say knew the station real well, she took us and started moving towards the exit but thanks to some careless kids, confused teachers and over burdened guide, we roamed around the railway station for some good 15 minutes. It became so irritating.

At last we somehow managed to find our way out. There were two buses parked there and our group boarded the first one but unfortunately the lively and awesomer kids boarded the other bus and we got bored after some time so Lorry and I started playing This or That. To our immense pleasure we found out that we had so many similarities and only some 8-9 odd dissimilarities. We reached our destination after a half an hour ride. The place was called Breakthrough. We were greeted by three smiling ladies. Two were the ammas with trays of chocolates on their hands and there was Linda the manager who was all smiles and more smiles. She showed us our dorms and told us to skip our baths and come down for breakfast immediately after choosing our beds and keeping our luggage. I was the first one to rush inside the dorm. We found ourselves two bunk beds in the corner. The upper one for Lorry and me and the lower ones for Trishala and Neha.

Then we went down for breakfast. We were served puris with some tasty tomato and gram delicacy.  After that we all assembled in the garden house. There Linda told us about the rules and regulations one should follow during our stay there and made us all sign a contract on the white board. We felt important after that. Then we all went outside and then Timmy told us why the organisation was called Breakthrough and gave us a few clues as to what we would be doing there for those three days. Then Sam ( BT staff) told us all to find a partner each with equal little fingers. Lorry and I were so glad to find out that we had equal little fingers but hopes came crashing down as Sam told that we should make two groups with the two people with equal sides on either sides. Thus our groups were formed. We named our gang 'Pirates' while the other team was 'Spartans'.'Pirates won in almost every game that was played out there. We played Man- bear- gun which is the cooler version of rock-paper-scissor. We played another game with ping pong balls and bats and a basket. Then we were told to rest for 30 mins and we assembled again.

The Contract which was signed by all of us!


                 
                        Me doing one of the low rope activities with all of my friends spotting for me!!
                                             Another low rope I did with Pooja!!
                                 
This time it was time for the low ropes. We were divided into three groups. Ours was called the Devil Rangers and was headed by Sam, a true professional. he taught us about spotting people which means you got to make sure the person who is doing the activity doesn't hurt himself or fall down. Then we headed towards the Shakira bridge then there a few other activities all something to do with ropes and balance. I could do everything real well. Sam told so and even Manjula maám. Then came time for lunch. The head cook, Ruth is great. The food was fabulously yummy. It made us feel at home. After lunch we played another game which was all about skill and cooperation. After messing up 15 times we did it. Then we were served awesome pakodas and lemonade by Padmamma for tea. Next we went for the giant shoe activity. Our group consisted of Harsh, Saisagar, Vrinda, Anika, Ruth, Ashwath, Manoj. We came second in that race. We could have done better as our team was the strongest but it is fine. Next we had this water game. There were long tube with a few holes. there was a plastic ball inside the tube. You had to cover the holes and fill the tube with water so that the ball would rise. I and Ashwath played that game crazily. I covered two holes with two of my index fingers and pressed my cheek into another. Ruth got the ball but then Manpj and Harsh left the holes and thus the ball slipped out of Ruth's hands and we lost.
                      Another activity where we had to make structures with paper, straws and cello-tape

Then came the bathing time. Everyone rushed into the washrooms. People were going crazy. They were banging on the doors and yelling at people to come out fast. after that everyone dressed up and went downstairs to the hall to watch the Disney movie "Cool Runnings." It was a nice movie about some bobsledging champions who aspired to get into the Olympics. After that we had dinner and at night back in our dorms everyone got up on our beds and we played S.T.D again and then had chips and biscuits and went to sleep.

30 September 2011

We got dressed early in the morning and roamed around the compound for a while. It was still 6:30 and breakfast would be served at 8:30 so Lorry and I started gossiping and then we met Linda who was about to leave to meet her dad as he was going to have an eye operation done. She told Vivian would be in charge that day. Vivian was this cute school boy looks type guy. He rocked. He was like this no nonsense guy who made sure that everyone minded their own businesses. But we just couldn't stop exclaiming how cute he was. That day we had tons of activities and also the very amazing zip lines. While going for the zip lines up the huge rock, Linda told us four (me, Lorry, Neha, Shruti) the story of her daughter, Tanya's proposal.....it was so cute and adorable. Later we found out that we were the only privileged ones to hear that story. It was so thrilling to leave ourselves from a height of 40feet.
           
     
                                      Me ready with the harness and helmet to try out the zip lines!!

Suddenly it started raining heavily and we all rushed bak to our dorms. After the rain ceased all of us kids started playing Lock and Key, Chain cut and Chor police. I even fell on a puddle and dirtied my clothes. Next we started playing Dumb charades and Antakshari. Our team was doing fine though we lost by 2 or 3 points.

                                                        Us playing Dumb Charades
                                   

 
Me showing the actions during the game.....as you can see my clothes are all muddy because I fell on that puddle

After that lorry and I rushed for our baths. Came down had dinner and then was the time for the campfire. Harsh was the dj. We all danced like we never danced before. It all ended with another shower and we all ended up on our beds by 11:30.

                                    That is all of us with me in the centre just before dancing!!


1 October 2011

Our last day in breakthrough. We went for the cave activity after breakfast. Me and Lorry went inside together into the dark cave where you could not see anything and we were also the first ones to come out. We felt very proud about it. Then while we were discussing about it, I suddenly stood up and thanked Lorry in front of everyone for having held my hand and for guiding me throughout our journey inside the cave. Many people followed suit and thanked their partners after that. We got our certificates. Then was time for us to say adieu. We almost felt like crying. Sanjay the awesomy but camera shy guy wouldn't take a photo with us so I pulled him by his sleeves and somehow managed to have our photo taken with him and Sam. While leaving, I got along with me a red leaf from their garden. It is still here though the redness has gone. The last minute over there was the saddest part as we all boarded the buses and all the Breakthrough staff were waving at us from the gate. Will never ever forget that scene.
           
                              Me, Lorry and Anika with Sanjay the awesomy and Sam the professional

                   
                                            Us with Linda the coolest manager ever!!
                                              Zebra's butt captured in the lens in the zoo!!

Next we went to the Banerghatta National Park which was a big wastage of time. They could have instead taken us to Commercial Street or M.G. Road for shopping. We reached the railway station at 6 only to catch the train at the nick of time. While coming, Nitish, Ashwath, Siddhant, Ruth, Anika, Lorry, Neha, Trishala and me sat together. We had lots of fun initially. Then suddenly someone told something against NP's bf. NP couldn't tolerate it and left us and started crying. The boys were surprised to see how NP reacted to such small things and they got NP back/ We all had our dinner and at night after everyone slept, we switched off the lights and tried to talk sense into NP's head. Personally I don't find anything wrong with being in love but what she was doing was totally different. She just defends that guy like anything. She herself says that she is always wrong and he is always right, she always cries and apologizes when that guy cuts the call even if it is not her mistake. She won't tolerate anyone speaking anything against him. Their love story as we all feel is one sided as, we won't deny that he loves her too but it is not only love NP does but also devotion. She is devoted to him. So we counselled her for the whole night till 3 am. In those few hours all of us came to know each other so much better. NS cried after remembering his dead cousin who was only 16, TV almost cried while telling me how lonely she felt during the whole excursion and she told me how all her friends were drifting apart. RM cried after seeing NP's condition. I was almost about to breakdown but I controlled myself. It was such an intense moment. After that we all went to sleep. Ashwath and Siddhant took the lowest berth on the left, Anika on top of them and Neha on top of Anika. Ruth on the lowest berth on the right, me on top of her and Nitish on top of me. Lorry slept differently due to lack of space.
                     
                                                On the train while coming back!!

2 October 2011

Then at 4:30 Surekha maám woke us all up telling that the station was only 5 minutes away when actually it was some 1 or 2 hours away. All of a sudden when I was still half asleep there was this loud commotion and I heard people shouting "Where is Rishabh?" I was surprised at first thinking where would he go....people searched for him all over. I thought someone must have kidnapped him while we all were sleeping. Then suddenly he comes out from nowhere as if nothing happened and tells us that he was in another coach. Felt like kicking his ass for scaring us like that. Atlast we reached Kachiguda railway station. I felt bad thinking that our excursion had come to an end. Will never forget those awesome days. I found new friends. Met new people. Learnt to overcome my fears. And the biggest thing I travelled alone. Thank you everyone for making this trip so memorable.
 
                                                                   With Chewie!!  


                                                 The yummy Dosas Ruth prepared!!


                                                                 Lunch time!!!


                                                                   Same clothes!!

Monday, 26 September 2011

Thank you for the music!!!!

                                       



You know there was this period in my life when I used to claim that I hated music and was not at all interested in it. Ofcourse I didn't hate it but neither did I love it. Plus I was an extremely shy kid not that I am not now. Even now I am extremely shy when it comes to speaking face to face with strangers or not too close friends.



And most of the times if i said that I loved music I had to sing in front of my dad's office colleagues. It was bad of my dad to expose me to such kinds of torture like show them a few kathak steps, sing a few lines. Of course he just wanted to show them what awesome daughters he possessed but I didn't like all that. So I thought that instead of taking the risk of having to sing in front of people I would better say I hate music. That day onwards no one bugged me to sing. My sister became their target.


But I love music now. Can't live without it. I won't get sleep until I listen to atleast three songs before sleeping at night. I can solve the maths problems faster if there is some song playing in the system. Everything is so better when there is music. I love listening to Celine Dion and Glee. I am obsessed with Bryan adam's Everything I do and also Asha Bhonsle's song- Raat akeli hai from Jewel Thief. I don't know what I would have done if I would have continued saying I hate music.



                          I LOVE MUSIC

Friday, 23 September 2011

What is it with me and my afternoon nappies?

My exams are going on and according to mom one should always have a little nap in the afternoon to be able to study better in the evenings. So I didn't dare question her this time and did as she told. But my sleep? It was a disaster. 






I hate being woken up once I fall asleep. And it happened today. Happens almost very other day but not as fast as it happened today. I know it was exactly one hour since I closed my eyes. Some neighbor of mine. Some cranky old lady and her son were screaming at the top of their lungs in Telugu. It would have been fine if I could have atleast understood what was that very important discussion that had to break my sleep. I wanted to scream back at her, "Will you please shut up?" But my self conscience held me back. I didn't feel like doing something which I hated if others did. So with no other option, I just got up from sleep. It hardly comes to me and so when I get it everybody wants to snatch it away. That lady she better watch her manners. Next time my sleep is broken it won't be good.








My sis sleeping nicely on he study table
  She is another specimen...sleeps till she can sleep no more!! I am jealous of these people.

Monday, 19 September 2011

Pigeon- The Mess-maker!!

I woke up with a weird dream today. A dream which gave me partial satisfaction and also a little bit of sorrow. Actually the place where I live has got loads and loads of pigeons. They never leave behind an opportunity to enter any house if they find any window open. They build nests everywhere. They lay eggs everywhere. They shit everywhere. They make that horrible gutar-gu sound everywhere. They haunt me everywhere. The worst part they have started coming in my dreams now. Today morning must be around 4:30 I woke up with this sick feeling in my stomach after seeing a dream where a curious pigeon enters a washing machine and then suddenly a lady comes and switches the washing machine on. Ofcourse she doesn't know that there is a pigeon inside. When the lady comes back later to take out the clothes she is surprised to see many many feathers coming out of the washing machine and thus my dream ends there.


That is not all they do. Till last year they almost made the shelf in my balcony there permanent nesting area. First one layed eggs. Thinking they would fly away once the petite pigeons grew up, we didn't disturb them. But they started growing.Grew almost as big as their mommy but they wouldn't take the name of flying. We got fed up. So one day daddy went and took them and threw them from our balcony. Surprisingly enough they spread their wings and flew away. But came back again, only to lay their own eggs the next time. I can say that my shelf supported two generations of pigeons. So atlast our landlord decided to put grills in our balconies. Thank God I don't have to peep out of the door knob to see whether there are any pigeons anymore before stepping out to get some fresh air.


I just can't dare to think about the way Sonam Kapoor dances with that pigeon on her head or of any other Bollywood actress who runs among the pigeons in front of the Gateway of India. I don't want to hurt all the pigeon lovers out there but at the same time I had to spill out my frustration some day or the other. Though I am an animal lover, I am not much fond of pigeons. All that what comes into my mind when I think about the word pigeon is- MENACE. Dad says they are a symbol of peace but for me they are just another beings which irk me like hell. Yeah, here they come again. Bye bye I got to chase them away now.

Saturday, 17 September 2011

How today changes

It all struck me suddenly today when I overheard my parents talking about Lakshmi, our maid. She has been with us for two years now and she and her son are almost like our family members now. Lakshmi didi is the most talkative lady I have ever seen or heard. She can talk continuously for ages and ages. Many a times I could see my mom taking advantage of that. Didi would be so engrossed in talking that she would forget that she is mopping the same place for the past 13 minutes and the floor would end up sparkling clean. My mom also found a mate in Lakshmi as after coming to Hyderabad she has become quite lonely. Being a homemaker she doesn't require to go out quite often and also my apartment residents like being to themselves. People hardly visit each other here. My neighbor next door has never visited us since three years and the vice versa. So my mom used to thoroughly enjoy Didi speak though she never admitted it. Lakshmi would speak about all sorts of things. She would bring gossip about our whole colony, speak about her good old days in Saharanpur and tell mom all the problems she is facing in life.



One fine day she came and informed mom that she admitted her son Shubham to an English medium school. I was a bit surprised as I didn't quite expect her to send him to such a school as she as well her husband both are more or less illiterates. She requested mom to stitch the school badge on his uniform. So thus he started attending school. When initially he found it a bit difficult to catch up with his studies mom volunteered to teach him for free. From that day onwards he came home for tution regularly. Mom really did a good job as Shubham stood first in his class too. Then after almost a year we went to our hometown Guwahati during our summer vacation. When we came back the next day I was shocked when I heard that her husband left off without notice one night. How could he do that? Though I was never much fond of Didi, thoughts of all kind started gushing into my mind. He left behind his wife and 5 year old son and also took away all their savings. I understood what didi was going through that day. The days after that made me a lot more empathetic towards her and her plight. Mom started feeding Shubham his evening meal in our house. Lakshmi didi started getting used to this kind of a life and then suddenly came her husband out from nowhere. It seems he went to Nepal for a few days.

Now he tells that he is leaving to Qatar in search of a job and is going to keep didi and Shubham in Nepal with her in-laws. Didi doesn't want to go but she knows it will be hard for her to keep going with the amount of money she gets every month. Things are bad. they are leaving during dushera. Hope things become alright. Hope Shubham studies well and grows up to be someone who will take care of his mother. Till then we can only hope for the best.



Monday, 5 September 2011

Happy Teacher's Day!!!




I didn't know it till now but now since I know it I think I ought to let all those people know who still don't know about it. The concept of teachers day started something like this. Dr. Sarvapalli Radhakrishnan, India's former President was much loved by his students and on his birthday all the students wanted to honor him. But when they reached his house Dr. Radhakrishnan surprised them by saying,"Instead of honoring just me why don't u mark my birthday as a day dedicated to all those teachers out there?" So thus came the concept of Teachers Day. It is all about trying to make that person who groomed you into what you are today feel special.

A good teacher according to me is someone who teaches beyond books. She should be someone whom you can talk to about anything anywhere. she should be someone who can keep her students engaged and should be someone whose classes every student always looks forward to. She should be someone who can change a boring subject into a totally different subject. My eight standard Hindi teacher was somewhat like that. I idolized and adored her from the very first day. I still remember her saying one, "मैं आप लोगों को अच्छे तरह से ओब्सेर्वे करुँगी और जब मुझे बोअर्ड्स के कोर्रेक्तिओन के लिए दिल्ली जाना पड़ेगा तब किन्ही दो बच्चों को ज़िम्मेदारी सोंप कर जाऊंगी. From that day onwards I started behaving excellently, with my immense ability to not talk for hours together i displayed perfect behavior in the classroom and yes she gave me the responsibility. I was on cloud 9. The day came when she had to leave for a few days. My job started then. I did it wholeheartedly. When she came back she was more than happy with me so thus started our guru- shishya relationship. Along with the lessons she used to tell us some short and sweet stories. Not only stories......the best part about her was she used to tell us her personal experiences. Once she told us one incident which made me realize that one should never ever expect their parents to apologize. 






Those days spent with her brought a mental change in me. Like her I too wanted to take everything positively, wanted to strive to produce the best and wanted to chill out about everything. She became my role model. But then I reached class 9. Kept my fingers crossed hoping to get her as my teacher again but alas it didn't happen. But I will always cherish those days I spent in her classroom. Kuti and I gifted her a novel named Mahabhoj. She has been my inspiration and when she won the best teacher award, I can proudly say that no other student was as happy as me. She helped me in those times when I was depressed. She sought to discover the best in every student and she surely won our hearts. This one is dedicated to the best teacher ever who taught me till now- Miss Manju Verma!  

The lyrics of the song- Teacher Teacher
Just when I thought I finally learned my lesson well,
There was more to this than meets the eye.
And for all the things you taught
me, only time will tell,
If I'll be able to survive. Oh yeah.

Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Can you tell me all I need to know?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
Or will I fall when you let me go? Oh no.

Am I ready for the real world, will I pass the test?
You know it's a jungle out there.
Ain't nothin' gonna stop me, I won't be second best,
But the joke's on those who believe
the system's fair, oh yeah.

Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Can you tell me if I'm right or wrong?
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/b2a ]
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
I wanna know what's goin' on, Oh yeah.

So the years go on and on, but nothing's lost or won.
And what you learned is soon forgotten.
They take the best years of your life,
Try to tell you wrong from right,
But you walk away with nothing. Oh Oh.

Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Can you tell me all I need to know?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
Or will I fall when you let me go?

Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Can you tell me if I'm right or wrong?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
I wanna know what's goin' on, Oh

Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Teacher, teacher, Ooh yeah.
Teacher, teacher
Teacher, teacher

Sunday, 4 September 2011

So there we go.......




We met for the last time yesterday. Went to the terrace of my apartment with my camera. Made my sister the cameraman. She did a good job. Then we (me, np, rao, lorry, DJ) sat together. And started giving random farewell speeches. Inspired by the many movies........we did something. We promised to meet after 10 years. Isn't that gonna be great??........We will be 24. We should have made our career decisions by then. We will be single and free then. All those thoughts make me jump with excitement. But I just hope, I fervently hope that we all can stick together till then. Don't want to loose any of those girls. So keeping my fingers crossed for that day. We hope to meet. Hope to even go for a vacation together. Just us to Andaman and Nicobar islands in a cruise. 3rd of September. Thats the date we people are meeting on after 10 years. 4.09.2021 ........here we come!!!.......addition, we are going to sing Tadap tadap!!


I was actually thinking of downloading that special video.... will do it some other day. It takes a lot of time for doing it.


  

Thursday, 18 August 2011

Welcome Rain!!

I love the rain. I love the black clouds. I love the smell of the wet soil. I love the waterlogged streets. I love the little puddles the rain leaves behind and I love the water dripping from the roofs once the downpour is over. And today I am loving the rain a lot more than I usually love. I didn't do my maths homework given by my tution teacher and I was really afraid to go there with a blank notebook. So with a heavy heart I started getting ready for my classes. The sky is unexceptionally dark outside. So mom thought it would start raining heavily and since dad is not at home....she is scared that I may get stuck in the rain as my classes are some 12 kilometers far she told me not to go. I was more than willing to listen to her. So tada!!! I gave it a miss today. When all my other friends are busy breaking their heads solving tough problems I'm sitting and blogging .

I am an ardent fan of rain. Every time it comes to pay me a visit, I simply rush to the terrace and do a little rain dance gig for it and also for my own satisfaction. I always pester my mom on such days to make hot pakodas plus my favorite ritual is to jump on the puddles. No other weather can ever please me as much as this weather can! Here's a poem by H.W.Longfellow -

Rain In Summer                                     
   
How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!
How it clatters along the roofs,
Like the tramp of hoofs
How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the overflowing spout!
Across the window-pane
It pours and pours;
And swift and wide,
With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain!
The sick man from his chamber looks
At the twisted brooks;
He can feel the cool
Breath of each little pool;
His fevered brain
Grows calm again,
And he breathes a blessing on the rain.
From the neighboring school
Come the boys,
With more than their wonted noise
And commotion;
And down the wet streets
Sail their mimic fleets,
Till the treacherous pool
Ingulfs them in its whirling
And turbulent ocean.
In the country, on every side,
Where far and wide,
Like a leopard's tawny and spotted hide,
Stretches the plain,
To the dry grass and the drier grain
How welcome is the rain!
In the furrowed land
The toilsome and patient oxen stand;
Lifting the yoke encumbered head,
With their dilated nostrils spread,
They silently inhale
The clover-scented gale,
And the vapors that arise
From the well-watered and smoking soil.
For this rest in the furrow after toil
Their large and lustrous eyes
Seem to thank the Lord,
More than man's spoken word.
Near at hand,
From under the sheltering trees,
The farmer sees
His pastures, and his fields of grain,
As they bend their tops
To the numberless beating drops
Of the incessant rain.
He counts it as no sin
That he sees therein
Only his own thrift and gain.
These, and far more than these,
The Poet sees!
He can behold
Aquarius old
Walking the fenceless fields of air;
And from each ample fold
Of the clouds about him rolled
Scattering everywhere
The showery rain,
As the farmer scatters his grain.
He can behold
Things manifold
That have not yet been wholly told,--
Have not been wholly sung nor said.
For his thought, that never stops,
Follows the water-drops
Down to the graves of the dead,
Down through chasms and gulfs profound,
To the dreary fountain-head
Of lakes and rivers under ground;
And sees them, when the rain is done,
On the bridge of colors seven
Climbing up once more to heaven,
Opposite the setting sun.
Thus the Seer,
With vision clear,
Sees forms appear and disappear,
In the perpetual round of strange,
Mysterious change
From birth to death, from death to birth,
From earth to heaven, from heaven to earth;
Till glimpses more sublime
Of things, unseen before,
Unto his wondering eyes reveal
The Universe, as an immeasurable wheel
Turning forevermore
In the rapid and rushing river of Time. 

Monday, 15 August 2011

To Divija With Love

Divija Vasudevan this one is just to let you know how angry I am, how sad I am and how terrible you are to leave us all behind like that. Wish we could have spent some more time together. It was just last year when we met, started talking, then gossiping and then our friendship further progressed and we became so close that we never thought twice before hitting each others butts in public and we termed it as "butt-slapping". Things couldn't have been better the next year as we got placed in the same section (thanks to the teachers). This gave us a better opportunity to know each other better. To come more closer. And yes we did try to understand each other better. Naah..not try...we actually understood :) The best part about you was that you got awesome food in your cute little yellow tiffin box. Be it paranthas or sandwiches never did we (me, lorry, rao) hesitate to lick it clean.

When I first entered my new section I wasn't too enthusiastic to meet my new classmates. Everything seemed so dull. The classroom was unexceptionally quite and forbidding.....but thenyou came along. It was like suddenly a firework went and lit up the dark night sky. You were the phuljhari of the class. You were the bulb among the many tube lights and you were the lighthouse in the forlorn bed of rocks set in a faraway shore and you were the pole star shining bright among the zillions of flickering and sparkling stars. I remember our first day in ninth. Some of the naughty boys of our class stole your bottle and hid it somewhere and you were running behind them and you discovered your bottle and ended up splashing water on all the people standing near you. All this while though you didn't notice I just observed you. every morning you enter the class and see me and shout...."chanaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" and I favored you in return by shouting .......'Djayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy". And we used to collect berries from the tree adjoining our school building and put them inside each others pinafores and then we had to open our belts and jump to let those berries come out of our dresses. 

Everything was so perfect until one day when you came and told us that your dad was transferred to Chennai. WTH. This is not done. How can you just come along and say something like this and expect us to not say anything in return??.......Well...eh since your papa is in the army I am excusing you or else you would have known better. Will miss this spark a lot. You know girl...though I don't express much I really am sad that you are leaving us. But as a good friend should do I wish you all the happiness and success in your future. Hope you make lots of friends over there ( no doubt you will) and hope we keep seeing each other. If not in reality at least in dreams. Phaattttackkkk (just butt-slapped you for the last time). Loved you then. Loved you now. Will love you forever.  <3 <3 <3 <3 <3