| Ajeeb jooton k gazab kahani.. |
[Nov. 17th, 2009|09:14 am] |
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| | Tera.. hone laga hoon..khone laga hoon.. | ] |
E-Square,morning show with my friend.
PS: Friend is this 6 feet 2 inch Greek god with the I’m like this you go die attitude.
Finally after a 2.45 hr long crappy comedy all I wanted to do was to get back home and catch hold of the book which I was about to complete. Amidst a huge crowd (most of them seemed to have enjoyed it..Blaahh…), we both were slowly heading towards the exit and suddenly my great friend took a seat in the front row. Since he believes in saving energy and hence moving legs only when it’s unavoidable, I thought, he as usual will be waiting for the entire crowd to exit and pave way for him. I sat n asked ‘What??Wanna watch it again o wat?’ He in a very calm tone replied ‘Cherippu potti, cherippu potti(My slipper broke..sheesh)’. Aaah.., now that’s funny right- u r already in a shorts n slippers and your slippers broke.! And its morning show..the entire crowd will be there out. Damn..pins..yea they can do it.I started raiding my bag for pins..And he was sitting there as if broken slippers makes your day!!?Not even a single pin O Jesus..And by then the hall was empty.. I knew they’ll close it soon as the next show was about to start. He was still staring at the screen repeating his all time favourite one-liner :’Enikku viswasikkan vayya(Damn I can’t believe this)’. Then he suggested. ‘Look there’s only one way left. Better you go and get some kind of sandal for me.’ I too knew that it’s the only way out. So I ran out and headed towards the small shoe shop which was there downstairs. I knew it’s gonna be kind of funny inside the shop but then I had no time to care . Shop keeper who had more than enough time to spend started displaying all the great sandals in the world. He no way seemed to be ready to leave me with a simple pair of slippers. When I made it clear that all I want is just a single pair of slippers he was like ‘Kisiko de rahi ho toh accha waala de do na..Slippers accha nahi rahega(its not advisable to gift slippers..Go for better options.)’ For heavens sake..aahh…I had no time to fight with that man and hence I asked him to bill a slipper and to satisfy him replied. ‘thik hai ji..har kisi ka pasand hai na(Its fine sir..Some people love slippers more!!!)’. By then I got ma friends call..One way I was happy to see that they dint force him out..But he said its gonna happen in the next few seconds. So I ran with all my might..damn screen 5 seemed to be an uphill then and the entrance door was already locked. Just when I was about to knock the door I heard a pleasant call from behind..Hey Leez..Ohh..ma best friend’s boyfriend. He excitedly came running and gave me a warm hug..I behaved totally weird as all I wanted to do at that moment was to make my friend wear those pair of golden slippers and get him out of the hall. So I politely asked him to excuse me for a while. He remained stunned and in fact the entire crowd stood confused as I pushed open the door and forced myself inside. The security was all set to stop me as he felt that I’m some frustrated soul who had been waiting out since a long time for the show to start. I told him that I have a friend who’s stuck inside. He denied saying ‘Andar koi nahi hain..baahar khade raho..(No soul is there inside..wait outside for some more time)’. I ran past him and he, to my wonder came after me. That was the best part where I had two security men shouting from behind asking the cleaners to stop me and I was running like jerry jumping up and down to save myself from the quickly moving wires. And there my friend - he was standing like a hero near the exit waiting for his pair of magic slippers.lolz.. He kind of didn’t like the slippers. I remained silent for I’d never ever been to a men’s shoe shop before. He tried to express how uncomfortable he’s feeling wearing them while I had very little energy left to explain the fun I had in getting him those. I gave him the option of getting them exchanged which sounded sense full to him and we walked back when he again repeated his one liner ‘eniku viswasikkan vayya..’!!! |
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| I'll never ask....... |
[Apr. 27th, 2007|05:14 pm] |
Ill never say he cheated me..
for i know he dint..
Ill never say he hates me..
For i know he loves me...
Ill never say he broke my heart..
for i know his heart broke first..
Ill never say he left me alone..
for i know how lonely hel be without me..
Ill never say that he gave me nothing..
for he gifted me with memories for a lifetime..
Ill never say that hes heartless..
for he gave me his heart and left heartless..
Ill never say that i dont want him to come back..
for my every heartbeat is waiting for him...
but then..
Ill never say that hell come back..
for i know he wont....
and..
Ill never ask him to come back..
for i know he wont.. |
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| TO YOU MY MOTHER... |
[Jan. 30th, 2007|05:57 pm] |
shes the creator,the lifegiver...
shes the one who listened to my cry first,
and shes the one who wiped off my tears first..
shes the one who saw me open my eyes first,
and shes the one who taught me to look at the world around..
shes the one who saw me smile first,
and shes the one who taught me how to laugh..
shes the one who gave me food first,
and shes the one who always kept me away from hunger..
shes the one who spoke to me first,
and shes the one who taught me how to speak..
shes the one who saw me falling down at first,
and shes the one who made my steps grow stronger..
shes the one who prayed for me first,
and shes the one who taught me how to pray..
shes the one who kissed me with love first,
and shes the one who showed me the true meaning of love..
shes the one who grew me up by loving me enough to let me free,
and shes the one who always takes me as a small kid on her lap..
shes the one whom god blessed me with,
and shes the one whose blessings always saves me..
shes the one who taught me to be bold and brave,
and shes the one who showed me how to be courageous..
shes the one who makes my world meaningful,
and shes my second god-my mother.. |
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| FRIENDSHIP..... |
[Jan. 25th, 2007|04:55 pm] |
Last weekend i met her after 5 months..my friend..my dearest pal..my roomie f 4 yrs..i was really excited.and i know she 2 was,though we both never accept this fact..i wanted to see her first..but again she pointed out me first..ya..she was looking more cute..hugging her after 5 months,we both forgot that we were standing in the middle of a huge city..then she started first with the usual note
n:hey leez u became even more skinny..r u trying to become invisible..
l:he he..and sweetie you are looking hot..hmm..
n:ya ya and i know youll always say like that only even if im looking like a ghost..
there went our conversation..even when the movie was going on,i was disturbing her telling her about my hectic training..
after that we had a nice time..a good talk..'moments of sharing'..five months was too much for me..shes the only person with whom i can find that comfort zone..chatting with her,i dont have to speak much,for she easily understands my unspoken emotions..i felt that my heart got lightened after that chat..shes the only one to whom i can say that 'being alone and independent is much better than being someone elses toy'..and for her im the only one to whom she can speak out anything "hey leez..i badly wish i had a boy friend..and you know we'll get beer at pizza hut...!!" and im surprised to hear that and we both have no complaints..atleast for a few moments we both will feel that 'ya theres someone who understands me'
and then before saying bye i told her "hey stupid,know what i did??i swapped from mysore to pune.just because you were sad here.."
i knew that shed b shocked to hear that..she cried and added up "and monkey, i always knew that you will do it..for i too missed that comfort zone.."(HE HE..)
then with tears in eyes we said bye promising each other to meet the next weekend..
now i can live happily,for at the end of every week there will be a weekend when i can be in a comfort zone trading all the burdens within my heart..
now i know why god created friends and made some of them best ones.. |
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| MISS U PAPA... |
[Dec. 14th, 2006|07:37 pm] |
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After a long time,today i thought about my father..
i was talking to one of my friends about the old gramaphone which we had..ya,it was my papa's favourite.me and my brother always wanted a new taperecorder.and so we were not at all sad when our gramaphone stopped working..but i still remember how hard papa tried to make it sing again.finally he too gave up..after that only papa started singing regularly and then only we realized that he was a good singer.."mein shayar to nahin..."that was one of his favourite songs.i still remember that day when i realized that my papa is good at drawing too..i was in 3rd standard and we were asked to draw the pictures of some flowers in our basic science book.i tried my level best but it doesnt even look like a flower..finally after shedding lots of tears and receiving two tight slaps from mom i slept.next morning i went to school all set to receive teachers slaps..but when i openened my book i(and even my teacher)were stunned to see beutiful pics..teacher praised me..but i was still wondering about the artist..i knew mom is not good at it..then at night i knew that the artist was none other than my dearest papa...i felt proud of my papa..
hel be the only father in this world who has never said no to any of his childrns needs..i cant remember even a single instance when he has raised his voice against us..we never knew whether he was sad or not..for he always had a smiling face..and i always knew that i was his dearest pet..
what life had in store for all of us was strange..papa if u think that i dont love you,its not true...i can never hate you..when you both got separated i was angry.but my anger was not towards you,but towards the entire world..i decided to be with mom not because i dint wanted to be with you..but because mom needed me more..i stopped contacting you not because i forgot you but because i never wanted to think about my precious past which i lost...
today papa,thinking about you i wish i could see you..,i wish i could hear that song once again..,i wish i could hear you call me leezappi..,i wish i could talk to you..,just to tell you how much i miss you and how much i love you..
i still believe papa,that one day will come when once again we all will be sitting around our dining table cracking jokes..,redefining the meaning of togetherness...
wherever you are i hope you are well my papa..
and one more thing papa,you are the best papa in this world..!!! |
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| .............. |
[Dec. 11th, 2006|04:40 pm] |
unspoken emotions can not always be called by the name love..
they sometimes may be little murmurs
within your heart..
may be like a sweet song..
or silent giggles..
or even a cute fairy tale..
all from within your heart..
find time to listen to them..
to enjoy them..
for they are emotions within you..
for you alone.. |
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| sneham enna vikaram....... |
[Nov. 9th, 2006|10:58 pm] |
'Hridayathil ninnu oru kashanameduthu kadalaasakki,
Viral murichu penayaki,
Kaajal kanneeril chalichu mashiyaki,
Naan sandeshamezhuthatte...!!
its from M.D.Vasudevans famous novel 'manju'.
ya,those lines are so full of love..but it looks so only when you are not fully aware of the illusion named love..
love makes you go mad...and you will write and read n enjoy lots of such crap things as a part of that madness..but then reality kills and takes over that madness one day..that day all those you did in the name of love may seem strange to you...all those loving words which you thought and used to believe that,were from the depths of your heart may sound nothing more than 'panchara'.and finally to conclude you will define all those beautiful days of love in a single word...'foolishness'.
but then love is not always that foolish...never let it make you mad...but just let it make you a lover...never let it make you a dreamer...but let it make you an achiever...
love with your brains..
from your heart..
without expecting much..
without giving evrything you have..
receiving in return..
just love.....
with all its purity... |
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| love......... |
[Oct. 29th, 2006|11:06 pm] |
whenever i say i love you..he says you dont...
whenever i dont say so..he says if you love me even a bit,cant you say it...
whenever i say i care 4 you..he says you care for everyone else except me...
whenever i say you dont love me..he remains silent...
whenever i say "thanks for loving me so much.."he says you dont deserve it...
whenever i say i will make your life a haeaven..he says he deserve someone better..
but still.......
whenever i decide not to think about him again...
i start thinking about him day and night...
and whenever he decides not to talk to me again...
he simply goes mad till he hears my voice again...
now is this what you call love...???
if it is..then im lucky i got him.... |
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| strange........ |
[Oct. 29th, 2006|10:49 pm] |
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i wonder why some people call me mad when i spend time with my lj.is it because they are mad...?or is it because they simply feel everyone else are mad..?or is it becuse they feel everything in this world about which they are not aware is madness...?strange is this this world and strange are the habitants.......... |
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| To you my friend........................ |
[Oct. 22nd, 2006|10:58 am] |
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oh my dear darling...............,
that memory lane was really a sentimental one.oh no nita i just cant stop crying.this time not because im a thottavadi.but because i love you so much.more than that i miss you so much.you cared for me in a way in which noone else can do.just because in our relationship,apart from love and care there was the most essential thing.understanding each other.well im an open book to you.you can even read my silence.you can even predict what i am dreaming when im sleeping.a rare relationship.not all will be blessed with such a relationship.even in our college weve seen how friendships were restricted by so many factors.(guys,hubbies...).but thanks my dear for loving me so dearly.for being the best roomie in this world.i thank god that we both are a bit different from others.otherwise our lives would also been remained the same as others.others(especially R n A)may stamp us as mad.but as u say,its not the end of this world.choondacherry was the wrong place for both you and me.but then it was destiny which has brought us there and again destiny brought us close.
one day i may forget everything else about sjc.but not those long sleepless nights during which we used to talk about everything under earth,hw we made ms.R escape from our room,how you helped me tease Mr.S on valentines day,hw we both used to dream about the same mr.P lying on the same bed,how we used to conduct pillow fights for the very Mr.P,how you challenged me for the same,and finally how we both laughed to death realizing the fact that our dearest Mr.P was a complete crap right out from uulanpara.and how can we ever forget our great room with our tensed angel Ms.S.do you remember how we enjoyed the chik-kings chicken(despite the fact that it was cold and hard like anything).our ernakulam trips,our exploring the streets,our hair colouring,our crazy ideas(one last idea was there which we didnt implement.u remember?).then our very dearest Ms.A and her fashion tips.our gossip hours,our hours of confession to each other,our hours of wiping off tears,those hugs at the most crucial moments,those kisses saying "why to worry when you have a friend like me?".....
do you remember that april 19th when you came running from your home with a 100 watt smile wishing me happy birthday and afterwards only realized that you were one month early.and of course the most beautiful of all,the day you got recruited.i was there standing infront of the interview room crying and doing all the prayers.all were trying to console me thinking that i was the next one to get in.the moment you came out and we got the results,just think what all pranks we did.we danced,hugged,shouted,cried........i still cant find a reason why i felt so happy.no,i dont have to search for a reason when the reason is there written inside my heart.that i care for you more than myself...
yes nita,i hate choondacherry for all other reasons except that it gifted me with such a wonderful friend.in our own language,a friend of my 'type',of my own frequency,my only friend who completely knows my face behind the mask.....
that day,lying inside that ambulance fighting with death,not able to move,not able to speak,with the whole world around me biding me farewell,i think nita,i seriously think i felt your touch.and if that day i passed away,then also i would have been only happy to die with you sitting near to me telling me "dont worry leeza.i am with you".these words from you which you say to me often has become my reason for existence........
I know as long as books,pen and words lasts our relationship will also last………..
lets be friends,the best of friends,till the end of this world......... |
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| I Treasure Those Days |
[Oct. 7th, 2006|08:27 am] |
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My kumarakom memories...........!
those were the days when i used to wait for vaccation.to go to my papas place to celebrate my vaccation.to play with cousins,to fight with granny,to eat all unhygeinic stuff....And today when its all nothing but memories i realize that those were the most beautiful days of my life.
its just 20min journey by bus from my home to kumarakom.but its really different.the wind itself brings happiness.the air is full of love.the land is full of life.you wont find people rushing all the way.there, all are satisfied the way they are and they work hard to keep their lives going.they never dream of becoming rich.but their dream is to remain happy foreever.for this reason the city-tech call them uncivilized.
my granny is a very spiritual person.she loves to sit in a corner with bible 24/7 and she wants us to do the same.but we never used to listen to her.those were the only days when i used to get up early.we wont use brush and paste.instead its 'ummikiri'(sorry i dont know the correct translation),mango leaf or coffee powder.to be frank im not dat wel adopted with any of these methods.but if you are at kumarakom then you have to do it.otherwise you will be isolated.then what?breakfast.no.its a glass of 'kattankaapi'(black coffee).i luv it like anything.then starts khel ki mazaa.before breakfast we are not allowed to go out.so its usually kallukali or akku(again i dont know the translation).by the time we get bored,breakfast will be ready and after that its full freedom.we all will be ready to leave home with our vehicles.about our vehicles,its not a scooty,not even a cycle.but its cycle wheel n a stick.just kick the wheel with the stick and it will start rotating and you have to run along with it.there are no roads anywhere.only paddy fields.so nothing to worry.once we reach our playground,starts variety entertainments.kabadi,coco,satkali,niram,iripunda,adukala,kuttiyum kolum,soup veno soup,pasuvum puliyum and goes the list.after long hours of games all will be exhausted and now the return journey will be by'vallam'(boat).v had two vallams in our house n we all knew how to ride it.
afternoon games will be at home itself.its nothing but 'kanjim kurrim vachu kali'.by evening all will look just like those dirty kids in the surf excel ad.then its bath time.inside bathroom.?noway.bathroom is only for the bigger ones.we kids never used to go there.it was all so free.whenever you feel to shit,u have acres and acres of 'parambu' left free.none of us used to feel any shame for it was common there.and while the same we used to sing a song to our neighbours whol be sitting along with us.now that song is world famous.thanks to arundati roy.it goes like "ente parambil........chettante paambil..."hope you know the full song.the bathing session is not at home.we all go to riverside with clothes and soap.then its funtoon for about 2hrs.coming back its next the prayer session.while we start singing "nalla devane nangal ellavareyum..."our neighbours will be singing "rama rama...".its prayer time for the whole place.then its dinner time.at night its kanji and to have it granny gives a spoon made of leaf.its very hard to drink with that unless you are not used to it.but again once you are there you have to use it.otherwise others will call you "sayippu".after kanji its story time(or badayi time).grandpa will start telling stories and we all will sit interested until we sleeps.
saturday is the movie day.only on saturdays we had matinee shows at sapna theatre.the bench ticket was 5 rs.by noon we all will be ready with our one wheeler and everyone will be having 5rs50paise in hands.5 for ticket and 50ps for two ice(25 ps each).wel park our vehicle besides the 'veeli' infront of the theatre.althrough the movie you will be disturbed by 'muuttaas'.but still no complaints.otherwise they'l call you 'sayippu'.for us sapna theatre was the biggest and best theatre in this world.after the movie we all will feel a special sort of satisfaction having gone to theatre.
finally on sunday after church all grown ups will be there to take there kids back.my mom will be coming with a complaint box describing how dirty and pathetic i have become.papa wont say anything for he himself was bought up like that.before leaving wea ll will have our last piece of fun.its 'kuzhipanthukali'.everyone including papa uncle n all will be playing and it will last for about 3 hrs.then its bye bye time.before levng all will be busy collecting 'appooppanthadi' and 'manjadikuru'.i liked to catch kuzhiyaana.papa used to get me a lot.with everything and after grannys prayer we all will leave.back to own lives.to that very busy world.
afters years when i was there to say good bye to granny before leaving to infosys i went to all those places.there were lots of kids playing there.but the no.of onewheelers has reduced.finally before getting into into the car,i heard that icewaalas cycle bell ringing.for 1 sec my heart went back and i too felt like running after himthen i saw lots of kids standing around him shouting for ice.they all are so happy and one day theyl also grow up and theyl also become a part of the running world.
but wherever i go,whatever new things happens in my life nothing much better will come my way.for me no multiplex will be bigger than sapna theatre and no baskin robbins will be better than icewalas ice.im lucky that I had those moments.THOSE WERE THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE...! |
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[Sep. 5th, 2006|07:25 pm] |
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IT'S HER STORY..........
I know her for the past 21 years.i know her more than anyone else.i'm the only one who understands her completely.i am her biggest support.i am the one who makes her life go on...
She was her parents second child.so as usual pampered much by all.about her parents she says"they are the best in this world."i know its true.they loved her enough to let her free.about her brother she says"god gifted me with a precious gem and that's my brother".they had more than enough of everything.there home was truly a heaven on earth.a fun filled place.always filled with,laughter,cheers.....happiness everywhere.
her parents were totally different.different in every sense.her mother-a strong,talkative,and jovial person.her father was a bit reserved character,a thoughtful person,or maybe a secretive person who enjoyed taking risks.her mom hated taking risks.but destiny bought them together.still both of them never got indulged in each others work or world.though they were different they never fought for anything.maybe because they never knew each other.but ya,they always used to fight for one thing.loving their kids.again i must say she is blessed.
she was more like her mother.
she was more like her mother.even at late midnught.their house was alive.she never knew what sadness is,she never knew what difficulty meant,for she never had to face any of them.but then NOTHING LASTS FOREVER.
One day her father left for a business tour.that was an usual thing.just before closing the door,he turned back to her and said"be a good girl always.take care of your mother.be strong.never go away from jesus.i'l come back soon".it sounded strange to her.he never used to talk like that.she noded her head agreeing with him and bid him good bye.she was sure he'l be back after two days.but he didnt.he never came back.they all waited.but he didnt.he left leaving clouds behind.soon she and her mother knew that he left because he was in trouble.and he left them in trouble.but she says"im sure he didnt do it intentionally.maybe he had no other way".but her mother was never ready to say so.she started hating him.she took him as the person who spoiled their family.ya,their life entered a new phase,right from the phase of happiness and fun,to a phase of sorrows and miseries.all doors were closed before them.there were days when they knew what hunger and starvation meant.their home was no longer a heaven.her room where once she used to play cricket with her papa,where once she used to fight with her brother,where once she used to have long chats with her mom,inside that very room one day her mom asked her to kneel down.they both prayed for a while.then her mom hugged her tightly and whispered something in her ears.at first she dint hear.but then she knew what her mother was asking.she told her that theres nothing more left for them.she wanted her to drink something which would take both of them to a long and peaceful sleep.she didnt say anything but just cried for she knew that they've no other way left fo them.but then she thought of her brother.she didnt wanted to leave him alone to fight the battle.she strengthened her mother.from their they stood up with a new strength, with a new courage to fight the battle.they took the battle as a challenge.they were forced to find someway to keep their lives going.hence they decided to get split.her mom went far from her to work and earn her a living.they were very close that it aws hrd for both of them to live without each other.but they got split.before leaving,her mother told her"always make others happy.your sorrows will never get you anything.cry inside and smile outside.be strong.never depend on anyone for anything.one day will come when we all will be back again.wait peacefully for that day.till then fight without falling.i love you my child........".she kissed her and left.she decided to follow her mothers words.she had a glance of her room and with tears inher eyes she locked it for the last time.she knew that she may not open it again.sitting in the taxi,she turned back and watched her home as long as it went out of sight.her heaven....!
It was a new life for her now.all alone in the strange path of life.but she was not afraid.her mothers words were always echoing within her.she knew that she shouldnt let her smile fade.she knew that she must hide her tears.she came to me and asked me what to do.i gave her a mask.a mask with a permanent smile.a mask which'll always hide her tears.she took it.that mask hid her from the world.noone ever understood her.for the whole world,she became a source of joy.she laughs with others and cries with me.
whoever hates her,i'l always love her.whoever blames her,i'l always support her.every morning i help her wear her mask and every night i help her remove it.all through the day.i wipe off the tears from her 'face behind the mask'.
i know shes strong enough to move on,but i pray noone else in this world will meet with her fate..........! |
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[Sep. 4th, 2006|05:23 pm] |
Women-the stronger ones....!
Behind every successful man there's a woman(surety-90%)
behind every successful woman there need not be a man(surety-98%)
even if there is a man,he wont be the reason for her success.i swear.a man can never be complete without a woman.just look around.guyz are always uncomfortable without gals.but gals...?I can say,they are always happy without guys.why?just because they can have a strong and smooth existence without guys.but guys cant.they always need something or someone around to go on.either a girl or something which is injurious to health.who can oppose me?may be a very few.
i wont say that all women are alike.there are a lot who depend on men or in love.but i can say majority will be urging for freedom.majority wont be as happy as they were before.if u ever give them a chance to be free they'l never return.they'll live a happy life.all alone.but strong enough.then what about men?they always need love,care,support...and moreover they want there will to be done.for them relationship means restrictions.women takes men to a more wide and beautiful world.but then men,they always restricts women,makes her world a narrower one,asks her to concentrate on him and him only.also women are supposed to follow all these rules and regulations.
what if a woman,refuses?what if she laeves him alone?(or it can also be the other way round.if she refuses,he leaves her.).what next?he refuses to be alone.he no longer knows how to be alone.he may look for a new gal(woman)or he may find peace and remain happy with something else.ya,something injurious to health.which shows he is not at all strong without her.but women.they are different.now that they are alone,they see life in a different angle.they becomes more independent and they'l remain independent.they never go looking for anyone else.just because they dont wont to be put in a case again.they all will prefer to be part of a wider world.they'l never cry thinking about their past.i swear.if ever i becomes defeated in a relationship,neither will i cry,nor will i feel defeated.but instead i'l remain to be a woman of values,a woman of substance,a strong and independent woman.
then what?man either repeats the process or spoils his life while women comes out successful.just because they are more strong.
ya,for every man success depends on the woman in his life.but for woman,her success depends on herself.....!
LMJ |
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| ZINDAGI...... |
[Sep. 1st, 2006|05:34 pm] |
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ITS ALL ABOUT LIFE..............
Bygones are bygones,i know..
but every time as i look back,
b nostalgic breeze sways through my mind,
carrying the fragrance of memories,
memories so sweet,so precious,
memories which i'll cherish forever..!
There were times when i used to scream for anything,
and my screams used to get me everything,
times when i used to cry for nothing at all,
and there were more than enough hands to wipe off my tears.
times when i used to smile from inside,
times when i knew nothing about life...!
I never thought,one day it'l all become my past..
moments became days,days became years,
and i became a character in a melodrama,
a melodrama named life..!
someone said"life is precious"..!
but i'l say "life is so strange"..!
dont know when happiness bid me farewell,
dont know where i lost my dear ones,
dont know how life changed me,
dont know what changed my laughter into tears,
dont know why i became alone,
or maybe i know.........
life goes on without any breaks,
i know i too have to move along with it,
what i had was nice,what i lost was precious,
and i know,nothing will return,
but still i move ahead,all alone,hoping that,
one day my past will return to me....! |
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| ALONE IN LOVE........! |
[Aug. 31st, 2006|05:58 pm] |
I can still remember that moment.the moment he proposed to me.he took my heart.my very heart which i never wanted to gift to anyone.but he very easily did it.i was only happy for that.just because i believed that theres no other place where my heart will be more safe.i started dreaming of my happy days ahead.what i got,what he gave me,was more than my expectations.i was completely driven by him.but NOTHING LASTS FOREVER.Somewhere i went wrong.but i dint do anything deliberately.my childish nature made me behave in a way which burned his mind.but noone ever thought,that the burn will remain forever.it bought a new face in the relationship.fights,arguments,hatred....at times we even forgot that we are lovers.the whole world wanted us to break up for our own good.many a times we took the decision to break up.but then somehow we came back.i know why we used to be back everytime.just because we loved each other.just because we knew it very well that we cant exist without each other.
But one fine day after a long fight he told me that he is fed up of me.i knew those were just words out of anger.i waited.days passed by.but he sticked on to his decision.i still knew that he will come back.that day he was leaving to chennai.i went to station.i was sure everything is going to be fine.i saw him.i didnt see love in his eyes.for two long years i it was there.but that day i dint saw.he spoke to me.but there was no love in his words.i waited.but he spoke just like that.i realized that he is not the one whom i loved.he left.i must say,he LEFT ME ALONE.i walked back not knowing what to do,not knowing where to go.but still hopping that he will be back.he didint.i called him many times.but he remained a stranger.finally he called me to bid good bye.to say that he found someone who really loves him.who is not a bitch like me.....he went on like that........
Right now i know that he wont be back.but still i hope.someday,someday,.............
JUST BECAUSE I LOVE HIM AND I CANT STOP LOVING HIM..! |
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| Everything NEW......! |
[Aug. 27th, 2006|11:46 am] |
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Iv been waiting 2 leave my stupid college.once xams got ovr,i started gettng bored of chutti 2.den i waited 4 dat day. d day i wud leav 4 infosys.finally d day cam n i was really excited.my expectations wer really high.sitting in d taxi i felt a bit nervous.bt i tried not 2 show it.bt as soon as v left city i felt as if v wer movng thru sum desert or sumthng.a terrific place.nt at all developed.i ws really shocked.finally v reachd infy.i thnk i mst say,v rchd america.ya, its jst lke dat.heavn on earth.fc's,multiplex,pools,gec,ili,its really heaven spread in 400kms.i kno 4 mnths wnt b enough 4 me digest dis.its really nice 2 hav pple frm all ovr india around u.v r nw on a mission 2 learn all languages.evn den thers sumthng wich i miss.NITA my dear,i miss u.i wsh u wer wth me 2 explore d place,2 try new styles,2 bla bla bla d whole nt.... |
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| rain rain come again |
[Aug. 16th, 2006|05:13 pm] |
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| | dap dap janaki... | ] |
mazhakalam vannu....!(its rainy season).i luv dis.iv alwayz luvd dis.dis cloudy atmosphere,greenery evrywer,etc etc...i luv sitting alone n listening to rain.it tkes me 2 a new world.brings bak sum beautiful memories....memories so old,bt so dearer 2 my heart.my papa's place is kumarakom.1 of d mst beautiful villages in kerala.evry sunday v usd 2 go der.v hav 2 cross one 'thadipalam'(wooden bridge) 2 reach my fathers home.1 day wen i ws jst 5 yrs old it ws heavly raining n v wer makng an attempt 2 cross d palam.d bridge lukd really slippery.i was felng safe in papa's hands enjoyng rain n nt al botherd abt d slippery bridge.bt mom whoz nt much usd 2 village life adviced papa to put me down n cross it alone.bt papa seemd 2 b so mch usd 2 it.so as usual,he said "onnu poo annie"(u jst shut up annie).at dat moment i really flt proud 2 b my papa's daughter.ya,he could cross any bridge in dis world with me.yahoo...!i too gav a teasng smile 2 mom n v bth movd forward n amma stood der anxiously.bt d bridge ws actually vry slippery.papa tuk 2-3 steps safely.den wat..?BLUM..!me n papa down der in d river.mom started screamng.wit god's grace dat part f d river ws nt dat deep.some1 cam n helped us.(actually saved us.)aftr dat nly i knew dat my great papa dnt kno swimming.afr dat i tuk a decision.alwayz try 2 b wit amma wen its raining.especially while crossing d bridge....! |
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