The Window Seat

My journey to most of the routine places were always by the "Great" KSRTC. It has been more than 9 years and this city service has never let me down except for certain situations. When I joined my PG, I never thought my mode of transportation will have a drastic change. 

Driving has always been one of my passions, though some including my mom says that I am not a GOOD driver. But I never let myself down with these comments. Everytime I get a chance I make sure that my pleading as a driver is kept in from of my mom. There has been times when she said a big NO. But, later it changed that she is now almost confident with me (again exceptions are there)

By the mid of third semester, I started going to college in my car. Thus, the regular hurdles with the transport bus, sort of, came to an end.But I never thought that I will have to say good bye to those journeys. Nowadays I go with my mom in the autorikshaw as she had broken her leg.

Evenings also weren't with this big companion. Someway or other I missed those trips.

As a coincidence, It happened that I traveled to Technopark, which is quite some distance from the city, in a bus. The journey was unusually through the bypass road.The Akulam bridge and the lake seemed very attractive and new to me.Its not for the first time that I see all these places, but to contemplate all by myself watching these places was indeed a new experience.

The return was also by bus. I wasn't very happy in the beginning of the journey as the hot sun was draining me up terribly. But the window seat is something fantastic.It leads you to think about anything and everything. Entering the Buzz of the city, I dint feel tired. The bus has to take baby steps as the road was jammed with vehicles. Yet the people around me, those who were waiting at various bus stops, all gave me a new life, something which I lost in these couple of months.

Of course, the after effect of long hours under the burning sun is still horrible, but something that was lost inside me, may be the patience to think about others, the fact that its only when you get involved with them that you know how they live, all came back to me.

Things may change, but the urge for long trips at the window seat of a transport bus is one of those very small things which I wouldn't like to let off my life.

Days Ahead

It was a usual holiday. I woke up late . Now that , cooking also became part of my routine, I started thinking of what should be today's menu. Thanks to Amma, she suggested Appam and chatney. Thus went the breakfast. 


I try to take up everything possible. But the moment I start doing it, I get bored. This happened to my latest venture of translating some science workshop scripts for Discovery Channel. The deadlines are nearing and I am still struggling with the first script. Almost 4 untouched ones are looking at me with eager eyes. 


This led me to think why its so with me? Discussions on this with dear ones , warned me that this attitude will affect me if I am to work in an institution. Well, being lazy and careless is one of those very significant characters of a student.Going through the last days of my college, it always alarms me that the privilege of being careless is also leaving me.


I would like to have an extension of this life, but  life doesn't allow me to do so. Just as cooking swept into my routine, many other things which I never wanted to do will get into the routine. The only relief is there is always something out there to know, experience , and finally to get bored too.

Miscellaneous

Life takes a new turn always, especially when things happen altogether in your life!!!!

My life wasn't an eventful one these 22 years. But things changed when its about to reach 23. I sometimes wonder what has happened to me. Being a chatterbox, people liked me; at least during the first phase of any acquaintance. Things do change in course of time, but never got worse.

Its now taking drastic twists and turns and I stand in the middle of things wondering what to do! Its a roller coaster where not only you but people associated to you also get startled. I have no issues with getting thrashes in the ride. But I would never want my dear ones to get hurt. But , unfortunately everyone is getting hurt and I , the miserable one stand in betwixt alarmed and maimed.

I wonder, How nice it would be, if things happened as we wish! But it never happens. My wish wouldn't be somebody else's and theirs wont be mine. I yearn for an ideal situation and things just dont work.

A different Day

My room was in its worst condition for the past two weeks. Not because I had University EXAMS, but,because of the painting works that was going on in my house. I had made excuse to others as well as to myself that I dont have TIME for tidying up, as it will eat up all my precious preparatory time for the exams. Alas! what happened to them!!! I only know that.

As I dint have any excuses left, I started off the day enthusiastically by finding out place for my books in my almirah. That resulted in my sigh over the very old and still not fulfilled idea of having a personal library. Brushing up the dust over my old books, I found one of my old college magazines. I hadn't missed any of the magazines of all the three years at Ivanios. But, among them , one edition was really special. You may think it had my contribution. No it dint. But yes, i t had many of my dear ones' thoughts,. their spirit and revolution in it.

It was headed "LIFE IS A FOUR LETTER WORD"

When the magazine came up, it had aroused a lot of hue and cry. People had interpreted it so many ways..... like Unparliamentary words. Well, are they unparliamentary???

As always, I moved away from what I intended to share. The articles , poems, satires , screenplays, cartoons ... what not. Everything defined what it meant being a student of that prestigious institution. Those people whom I found in these leaves of the magazine dint had much direct influence upon me except for a few; but its true that more that those whom I cared, those whom I never knew all these years showed me what it was for me being there.

To be precise , They proved through their words that " life is indeed a four letter word".

With a sigh( of relief?) I moved on and put every book back in place in the almirah.

On Love letters

In my schooldays, a love letter dint mean much for me. Probably they dint have the same importance it has now. Yes, getting a love letter from your loved one is always a treasured gift. This thought led me to another idea, the reason behind this strenuous task. Why do people write love letters? ( friends, I look forward for your opinion on that)

YES! why do people write love letters? Many reasons flashed my mind. Then came the reason, probably the one reason I would have adopted is to express many things which doesn't speak through speech, eyes or even a touch. Sounds very silly, but I think its true. There are lot of things that you will speak, anything under the sun; but to express the true feelings love letters help you a lot.

You may have towers as similes, tones of metaphors that come to your mind when you spend sleepless nights pondering on your lover's thoughts. Then only the words flow out of the heart to the pen with every passion you have.

You may not write like Joyce, Napoleon or even Romeo,but, its ultimately its your love and every word that you write is just for that single person.

I started off writing a love letter ended posting a blog on love letters. Well, I have time to ponder on my imagination to get up with the best for my loved one!!!!

Roads

Frost talks about the Road Not Taken. I am here to talk about the road I took. If you ask me whether I reached somewhere travelling on this particular road, well, not yet. The journey through a specific road, no matter what it is , is always a suspense. You never know what is in reserve for you at the end.

The journey may be either very smooth or with all kinds of hurdles. People say, if the journey is difficult the climax would be favourable. Not necessarily. People strive to travel in a particular road an yet they fail to get what they expect.

Now , you may think that I lost what I expected by travelling on this road. well. I dont really reached the destination to give such an answer. But its true that I strive to travel on this road, and I am trying hard to get the best out of it. After all, this is one road which I never expected to take, but eventually I took. Now, its inevitable for me to get the best out of it.

Valentine's Day

Valentine's day never meant a thing in my life.

The experience of being loved is something very precious. Time and again I realized its necessary that someone has to be there not just to love back, but to experience every single moment of this precious life

many people may think the life to be a futile one. But its lucky for me that I am born in this form and exist so. that makes the reality even more valuable.

I came to know about many people these days who actually look forward for this day. For some its their first Valentine's day after their child birth, for some this is an occasion to wipe out all the misunderstandings with a smile or a kiss and to say "Be MY Valentine". Interestingly these are all married people.

And there are again people who would never like to have this day in their life,as it would give nothing but pain. well, there comes another thought which is very common. Is there a need for such a day to realize and express your love?

Why not? if that is to bring happiness to you, why not give one day of your life to the thought of being loved and to love.

Now that I start writing something here I really would look forward what life has in reserve for me on such a day, what my true Valentine would do to make my world dance! Most importantly, Will the world dance for me?

Alma Mater 5th Dec 2008

I have always been lucky to be in the best places to study even though i am not that a topper in the classes....This happened when I made my revolutionary decision of taking literature as my subject for graduation.But I realized soonthat its the most appropriate decision that i ever made in my life.
Ivanios has always been a dream for me.A place where I just dreamt to be and never thought would be a part of...But then the day came when I finally got admission there after all the melodrama of getting and losing it ....Its also my another resolution to study only in merit seat which got fulfilled.....Three years of living in the dream...its now a golden time that I long to get back..Alas!!! Why cant the time just rewind as its in the films???
After getting into another prestigious institution for my post graduation,I could meet my teachers after 3 months.....I was pretty sad that i could never find out time and go there and be in my evergreen days of fun....but then when our classmates who moved to Hyderabad cam for their vacation, we finally found time to go there...I found one of our classmates waiting for us at the gate...the moment i found her ...it was exactly the same as to get your long lost treasure back....
We walked all through the road that leads to our department.....it all changed....

i found a very old tharavadu being renovated to an ultra modern mansion.
We walked through every corner of our college.....met many teachers whom we love sometimes more that our parents....spent time sitting at the canteen ...sharing the canteen lunch which is as always the untearable parotta...and the rice....but it tasted so delicious......all the good old days were brought to us...the free hours that were spent chattering ,fighting laughing crying ....all under the old "punnamaram"...our "pancharamukku".....which now is almost deserted....
My heart leaped to be there the whole day....have all my friends around me....and just my dream to be true once again for at least a second.......We walked down the steps which wont call us back to the old classrooms,the old library,the old department and the old pancharamukku.........
But...its always a truth...time which passed is lost....nothing can bring back the moments that are lost.....no matter where I go what Ii do in my life the dream that I lived would be the most treasured as a handful of memories......my memories of the Alma mater....

The Preface

Hi all,

Creating a blog of my own is something which i never wanted to do; atleast for the time being. Since I am very confident about my writing skills and the aesthatics and humour in it, the idea of a personal blog never strike me.

My association with Uniy 4 years back, introduced me to the new world of blogging. It was the fascination towards the kind of writing that i could find in the Uniy blog, that made me look into other blogs also.

Being a tech-dump, I never bothered to find out the way in which this Magic Wall is created. Then came the next most important step towards the communication world. Social Networking and most importantly Institute of English and Dr. Jayasree. Her idea to start up a blog for our class sounded a good idea for me and with all the help and support from my sister who is an Engineer, I took up the task and created one. It was hard for me and some of my other classmates, especially Sulfia, to pester and persuade students to write on that blog. In the second semester,this blog almost met with its slow death. thus came the idea of including teachers, 2nd MA students, old students, everyone whom I could get hold of and those who had some relation with Insti to join the blog.

Interestingly,many people joined and we actually have a good update in the blog compared to what we had earlier.Its this intiative that made me think and write about events and experiences that i meet with. Though I dont write much, moderating and regulating a department's blog made me think of starting one of my own. Adding sugar to the sweet, some of my dear ones persuaded me to start blogging for my own and share experiences with the folks through a "Magic Wall" of my own.This is a starter, a preface to the story. with all blessings and wishes from u guys here I am going to start.

IronicallyI stop this post here. A small pause , for a better start....

"Good-night, good-night! Parting is such sweet sorrow

That I shall say good-night till it be morrow."