Durga's Random Thoughts.

Today something really surprising happened. I was walking on the pavement on the way to my office. A guy was coming from the opposite side. And at a point on the way, there was space only for a single person to pass. And we met exactly at that point. As usual, I stood back to let him pass cos otherwise I knew he would not miss that opportunity to touch me while passing. But surprisingly, he moved aside and motioned with his hand asking me to pass. I was so flustered by that courtesy that I could only mutter a feeble thanks. He smiled in reply. I am sure that was not a Mallu. But he certaily looked like one. :(

We call what is beyond our control, Our Fate. And what is within, Destiny. What we fail to notice is, both are essentially the same.

I can be irritable when I want to. Really irritable. I am more like this kid, when I decide to be so. It is a maths class. Sir notices that the students are losing concentration after an hour of continuous maths drill. He tries to cheer up the environment with his jokes [mostly made on himself]. But they do not seem to work anymore. He resorts to his last straw. Puzzles. More like, logical puzzles. 'OK guys, we will do some puzzles now.' The students close their notes in appreciation, with a call of 'Yaay!' This kid, likes the teacher and his ways. Young and energetic, the teacher knows how to make people laugh at his expense. But, he kind of was haughty at times and partial to the guys. How she was on the edge of 'despising' it! And she was also a bit bored and exhausted at the kneading of brains. She decides to have fun by giving him a gala time. Of course, like him, she knew how to do it at her expense. But this time, it had to be mixed. She just hoped he wo...

I love babies. I love babies talking. In fact when I am with one, I am one. You would never know the difference. And they relate to me equally well. May be cos I have an inborn ability to deal with babies, as Amma[Mom] says.. Some incidents have occured in my life, when babies completely unknown to me, took a liking to me and followed me. Until their parents took them away forcefully. And most had started crying then. Magnetic shall I call it? :P They are so sweetly innocent that they steal your heart and steer your attention to anything they are doing. Even their drools are perfectly charming if you ask me. If they scratch out something on a piece of paper, that is more than art. It is the beauty of their souls. Such untainted souls.. The way they walk around creating that feel of love everywhere.. Look into their eyes. And their eyes speak. Trust me, it would take an equally innocent heart to look into their eyes and catch their attention. I hate some kind of babies though. That are...

I tried running away from the mirror that was tied to me. The mirror won. I let it. I feel content now. "Oh Mirror! Thanks for not letting go." But tell me, how did it really go? :??

I am moderating the comments here due to some really nasty ones I received . Please dont mind guys, I want this to be clean of crap. :) Critics are always valued. But they should have something of value.

"മോഷ്ടിക്കുവിന്‍ നിങ്ങള്‍ക്ക് ലഭിക്കും. അന്വേഷിക്കുമ്പോള്‍ നിങ്ങളെ കണ്ടെത്തും." :P

Once, I got hold of a mehandi cone. As a gal would do, I painted my hands with it till there was not an inch more of space on them. Then, I had no idea what I would do with the rest of the mehandi. I was walking around with it and attacking all those things which I felt, would love a red tinge on them.. Unfortunately, dad came that way. And with a swift motion, I hid the cone and the phone directory I was 'working' on, and put on an innocent expression on my face. Dad had nt even noticed me. He was busy on his phone. Slowly, I started feeling at home and resumed my mehandi designing. In the meantime, dad had put a hand on my shoulder unconsciously. Suddenly, an idea hit me. I took his hand walked behind him and started my work. And by the time he had finished the call, the mehandi had dried and colored. :D Poor dad. :D Had to walk around with a closed fist for almost two weeks.. :D Thankfully, he enjoyed the prank as much as I did and laughed with me. :) Or he would have k...

1. I prefer reading movie scripts to watching them. Strange enough, I have a feeling I might end up with someone who 'loves' watching films. :) [God save me. :P ] 2. I have never grown out of this 'slim' brim. Been more or less the same. I used to eat a lot. But it never showed on my body. Now, Idont eat too much. But I still remain the same. :) 3. I use dictionaries whenever I can. Somehow, not lazy when it comes to words. 4. There was a time when I used to get upset when some said a swear word. I have gotten used to them now. Trying to get back to the old self after a pathetic scene of begging for forgiveness , having swore at someone close. :( [Mind, it, I dont do it that frequently. Not the swearing part re! The forgiveness part! :P ] 5. I HATE noisy bikes. Silent is elegant. 6. Half my blabber does not make any sense to normal human beings. May be that is why I end up being with verrrrry abnormal people. :P 7. I hate eve teasing. Eve teasing is gross and lame an...

See the tears in my eyes? That is how I will live for life. The love of test and the test of love, both are past and I lost all. Will the end be as brutal? Or will it turn a bit pleasant? More like a living death, for heaven has conspired against the love I had. No no.. It was not his fault. Was mine. I swore. I swear. It was mine. Blame my company, blame my tongue. I lost my senses and fainted to fall. I lost my smile and its planted now. How will I hide my face? How will I kill my grief? How do I embrace death, to forget what I felt? I dont want to live this cursed life. It is useless to live and to die. I was not the only 'one' now. May be, I were even the last to know. Fight me Death, If you can.. Slowly.. I am coming to you. Dont count me a coward. Not anymore.. I am braver than then.. And acquiring it a lot more. Yes.. Death, fight me if you can. You are nearer me than you been ever have.

I announced at home that I am going to blog publicly, dad and mom did not think of reacting, or at least move their noses and grunt in response. However, my granpa , who was immersed in his daily regional newspaper scourge, lifted his head and looked at me enquiringly. I didn't suppose he was looking for an explanation [Even if he was, I was not in a mood to explain anyways.]. I went back to my room and to my computer. Well, I was kinda addicted to my computer these days.. Could not live without logging in at least once, everyday.. While I was working on my newly decided Internet venture, I heard a knock on my door. Thinking it was the maid who had come to clean, I mumbled a ' comein ' and concentrated on what I was doing.. Then I heard the familiar tap of the walking stick and turned back to see my granpa leaning over my shoulder and trying to comprehend the numerous buttons and letters on the screen. "Can you please tell me what exactly is this bolgging ?" ...

Sometimes, when you are not loved by anyone else, you have no choice. But to love yourself. :) Ever wondered why I love myself so much? :) It is painful to stop talking to someone you love. But it is more painful, when the other does not notice your absence. :)

Yesterday. I was completely mad. Mad as M-A-D mad. Just venting my frust. Nothin else in this entry. On my way back from a very tiring day at office, [Note : I already have a slight headache.] I unfortunately got into a bus with a driver who thought the horn was some kind of a toy to amuse his muZical senses. Would not just remove his hand from the button.Kept on honking different loud 'tunes' ceaselessly, that I really had to plug my ears with fingers. Adding to my misery, the owner thought it was better to have two horns in the bus instead of one. And this guy was trying remixes with them in his 'spare time' as a driver. "One honk there, one on here. One beneath the steer and one on the road." I wanted to ask him whether the godda^n horn worked on 'nothing'. Blasting away two wheelers and four wheelers from his path if they had the ill luck of crossing his path. Seriously bored he was, I guess, to resort to these kinda 'deadly' games while dr...

Romance is never cheap. Some even pay dearly.

No no. Am not larger than life. It is just that they think I am inevitably important. :P

I was searching for songs online and saw a very rare pic of Rahman in his early career. I remembered those days when the Roja was a total hit. The muZic made me literally fall in love with him. His talent made me awed. And to this day I love him. The long hairs left flowing.. the thick eyebrows.. big round eyes.. that silent look. He is really handsome. Hehe.. :) Un[/]fortunately, he is married. [ :P ] [fortunate for him and unfortunate for me.. hehehe :D ] Suddenly I spotted a song link.. ' Duniya Haseeno Ka Mela ..' This took my memory back to some 90's.. [God. I feel old. :P ] This song must have been one of the first to bring out the romantic soul in me.. The very first but was ' Mera Mann '. I have no idea which film either is from. But I can still get back to that innocent romantic feel when I listen to them. The first time I heard Mera Mann was while having dinner in a restaurant during a tour. And I suddenly wanted to dance around. Waltz rather. Later, ...

I freed my birdies!!!! :D :D :D They are better off outside.. :D Feeling reallllllllly happy. :) They deserve their freedom :)

Just days.. And you have taken my heart, -my Birdie! I wont let you go, I will hold onto you. I know you are acting healthy. But the feathers that fall, tell a different story. The sore on your head, painful; pains me. I can see the others, preening, cuddling and ruffling. trying to help you, trying to protect you. God knows from what! I feel helpless. So very helpless. My 'developed' skills feel mocked. My human speech, impaired. I cant understand you. Your fears. Or ailments. I feel crippled. I cant be with you when you need me. What good is that friend? What good am I? Should I just let you out? But will you survive? Or perish in the chaos of nature? Or would you want to be here? And try your luck in here with me? I do not know how to help you dear... I have never been this helpless in past, near. But, hold on. A teeny weeny bit more. Lemme try everything I can. We will make it back to health. Right back to health! MY Birdie, Just hold on. We will make it. Right back to heal...