Durga's Random Thoughts.

Today, I had been to the BSNL customer care center for some miscellaneous work there. I was not surprised to see only people older than 45 working there. But the surprise came, when I saw two people, a man and a lady with atmost attention and their reading glasses on, trying to decide if they should click on 'clear' or 'ok' to confirm the entry. :) Trust me, they took 2 whole minutes to decide. :)

Beauty of love is the longing to be together. :)

There is nothing called wrong. It is all about perspectives.

Feeling the impurity in me, I rubbed myself again. The more rubbing, the dirtier I felt. The safer way was oblivion. I knew. But that had to be the last resort. I knew. A shiver ran through me. I was a coward. I was nt pure. I rubbed again. And blood oozed. Rubbed sharper. Blades shone. Dribbling, I lost myself. Into Oblivion.

With a vacant expression, I sat staring. Handicapped by my own memories. Resultant chaos had subsided. But my heart knew the pain still. The body ached. Still. With lessons from past, I tried building my future. An' vain, the effort went. Shutting life from outside, my eyes searched for the soul; The soul, I waited a lifetime. There, at the far bend of the lane, it was moving, further and further from me. I let it go. It never wanted to be with me. I sat staring again, with a vacant expression. Knowing the soul had gone, that the pain will live, and I am all alone.

While I worked with the disabled, I found the ability of disability and the disability of ability. It is too much to ignore.

I take this oppurtunity to declare my retirement from active adventure sports. Too much of anything destroys the fun. And it is becoming monotonous now. Well, whatever, I feel it is time for me.. :)

While I was returning home after work yesterday, a gal caught up with me and tried making acquaintance. Though I do not encourage strangers, I let her talk for some 'unfortunate' reason. During the conversation, she casually asked me what I was doing there, in the office.. I told her that I am a copy writer. The next thing she asked "Oh. DTP aanalle.!" [Oh, you are with some DTP work!] I felt like banging my head somewhere hard and suiciding right then. :( Imagine, she was someone who worked in the next tower, in the sales of auto parts. :-| Let's say, she has not been educated like hell and that her background is not too illuminating. But even people who are educated, when I tell them I work in an ad agency, sometimes ask me "Oh, agency-il analle. Company-il onnum kittilye?" [Oh, you are in an agency. Couldn't you find work in a company?] I shared it with one of my friends in ad field. And his reply was a bit surprising. In his words, " I...

Today's fortune: A good listener is not only popular everywhere, but after a while he knows something. Today's fortune: A good speaker is not only popular everywhere, but after a while he [makes others believe] he knows something. :D

You can never blind me with those. The kith and kin, went on and in. Shouting wont cure me now . it is better you realize it somehow. Barging thru my ears, yours words had gone. Piercing my heart, where it is the most prone. Now, there are voices in my head. Echoing you. And your words that hurt. Shutting life out, words, images and voices. Yes, I am mad. At least, I know I am mad.

Not myself, without you, Essence of my life.. Carving your niche, closer to my heart, on every tick of the clock. Never has been the grass, adorable without the dew. May be, the dew dries. Or the grass dies. But they together, is Mother Nature's wonder. Has the grass ever said no to the dew? Even when it knows, its death is due? Has the dew ever stopped appearing? Even when it knows, the grass will dry out soon? The intense scorching heat of Sun, killing the innocent blade of grass. And drying the dew drop, dead with deft. The niche you carved, my dew, is vaccant and waiting to be filled. The grass will die out soon. Be sure to say hi before noon.. Yeah, be sure to say, A hi before noon.. [Incidently, the sequel to this, came before it. I had put in the sequel before the poem itself.]

There was a time when I thought that those who ate non veg food are all Hindus. :) [I didnt even know that there was a religion called Islam then. :) It was when I was a kid. :) ] -- There was a time when I thought that kerala had a flag. I asked mom what the color of the flag of Kerala was. [And she, being naughty, told me that in Indian flag, it is orange on top. In Kerala ' flag, it is red. :- I believed her for quite some time!!] -- There was a time when I thought advertisements happen in TV and they keep doing it all the same way, again and again. Always believed that they are paid cos they do it the same way every time. [ Though this never applied to films. :) Films were run by video cassettes alright. :) ] -- There was a time when I thought the one who controls the handle of the bike controls the bike. [I used to act too haughty when with my dad on the bike, thinking all would believe I was the one who was riding it. :D ] -- There was a time when I thought computer was...

One of these days, I will do things right. :)