Saturday, April 28, 2007

The angels

Kids are so amazing to be with. Their carefree life, without any worries or disputes. That pampered living void of any conspiracies, hassles, egos or tension.
I live in an apartment complex that houses a dozen kids, majority of them who are so tall that, the top of their heads reach my knees. So, when the clock strikes 6, all of them rush out and well, its invited chaos.
Of lately, I've been involved in their evening playing activities too. I'm supposed to be "ammya", the one who is supposed to cook up new games for them daily and take them for ramya go round spins or at times a ride on my bike.
Running n catching, Hide n Seek, Red Letter, Spell the word, Tricycle Races and so many other activities. This has become a daily routine for me to think of new games everyday. My evenings are spent with these lovely souls, who make me feel so young! (not that I'm 60 already) Their way of talking, their hoppity hoppity hop walks, their cycles, their squeeking shoes, their toys, their shrieks, their grubby knees and muddy hands, their broken teeth issues and so much more. One really has to be around to capture the moment. Words fail always to describe beautiful things in the world !

Monday, April 23, 2007

To PSBB, With love

This is dedicated to the 8 years i most cherish in my lifetime...
Here goes....
Gone are the days...but not the memories
Gone are the days when the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our dusty desks and chairs.
Gone are the days
When we queued up in book depot,and got our new books.
Gone are the days
When we chased one another in the corridors during Interval, and rushed back before the next class> started.
Gone are the days
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,playgrounds, under the trees and the unforgettable canteens.
Gone are the days
When a single Games period in the week's Time Table, was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.
Gone are the days
When few rushed at 3:30 to "Conquer" window seats in our School bus or sitting half-asleep in the tortuos tuitions that followed.
Gone are the days
Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day, and the one-month long preparations for them.
Gone are the days
Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams,and the most enjoyed holidays that followed them.
Gone are the days
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost, we laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.
Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be lingering in our hearts for ever and ever.

Missing you...
A true PSBBian

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Why do you stare?

After a 6 year long wait, Radhika's sister was getting married. Radhika was seated close to the dais looking at the proceedings. She was tired of the multiple rituals before the the holy nuptial knot was tied. People came and went. She was looking at them all until her eyes settled on this man seated diagonally across her. She had never seen him before. Probably the groom's relative, she thought. She gave him a warm smile and he returned it.
She turned her gaze towards the dais. Her sister was smiling ever so quaintly at her husband to be. They made such a cute pair, she thought.
Radhika looked again in his direction, and their gazes met.
He was looking at her constantly. Her heart started to beat out of its cage, everytime someone looked at her that way. He'd never seen anyone like her before. Her appearance tugged his heartstrings. She felt uneasy about his obscure stare. He took out his handkerchief and patted his forehead. A few moments later someone whispered something into his ears and she noticed his mouth curve into an "oh".

Who wouldn't feel sympathetic when you are a quadruple amputee?

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Feline Faults

Despite its pure appearance, I saw more than pain in this feline's eyes.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Shop till you drop

I'm a complete shopaholic, I totally love shopping, be it for myself or others or just simply window shopping. But I have my own preferences. T.Nagar or the neighboring Pondy bazaar in Madras is usually referred to as the shopper's paradise. The one stop place for everything. Or rather, what that's what people call it !
When my mother drags me there. I always muse on how the architects come up with a way to squeeze in those multi-storeyed buildings, where I thought no land existed ! Some of the best-bargains are out in the sun on the platforms. From funky junk jewellery that I don't to wear to bags and footwear that I'm crazy about to the cotton clothes that last exactly 3 washes. The range is quite vast.
But the best part I like about all this, is the post-shopping time. It is so rightly said that patience pays! In this case, after all that pushing, foot stomping, waiting and bargaining I get rewarded with a awesome meal at Mansukhs's.
The way in which the dollop of butter melts its way in between the thick layers of the parantha or the tangy chutney with their dhoklas or their kaala khatta, leaves me craving for more.
Anyways, shopping at T.nagar/Pondy bazaar requires a very high degree of patience and is not for those fickle souls like me who can't decide what they want, and land up buying everything or at times nothing at all!

Sunday, April 08, 2007


What are these clouds trying to hide ? A sun that's much powerful than their withered smoky existence ? How long will they be able to hold the mighty that is not submissive ? Will they fail in the process and lose their identity ?
Taken from my Nokia 3230

Friday, April 06, 2007


The crashing plane
The derailed coaches
The sinking ship
The smashed cars
The accident victims
The devastated land
The quake-hit ruins
The cruel landslide
The flood havoc
The bloodshed in wars
Murder and Slaughter
All this and more...
Who can witness without sorrow, pity and shock?