Maharani Gayathri Devi, 'The Enduring Elegance',
Sexiest to [even!] Shah Rukh,
One of the most beautiful for the world,
And one of those rare women I admire, passed away.
After nine decades of a happening life.
Not in another 4-5 centuries will this world see a person like that again.
It is a loss.
I mourn.
Jul 31, 2009
Jul 28, 2009
The Small Afterward. - Part Three
And Abhimanyu, is an altogether different story.
It was Karthik, unlike the other four, who brought him to us. And he was brought to us, to rehabilitate. From drugs, drinks and smoking.
"He will be with us, for the rest of our time together here. Needs support." This is how Karthik introduced him to us. Varsha and I were curious about it. And a bit apprehensive. But to my and Karthik's amazement, [Donno wat Varsha felt. She never wore her feelings on her sleeves.] Shyama went over and started to talk to him. Within no time, Abhimanyu felt at home and started mingling with us. Well. Abhimanyu recovered from his addictions. And needless to say, Shyama and Abhimanyu became really close. Only with Abhimanyu's development, did I finally find any change in Karthik's attitude towards Shyama. Karthik once said it's Shyama who brought him back."I cant deny him that credit."
So, that is how we met. We became "kewl" friends. Met every day, under the greenwood tree.. And discussed the whole day's events, one by one. These discussions usually lead over to things like Bhagavathgeetha, Tatler, palmtops, and what not!! Till 6, we talked. And then I usually went over with Varsha for a change and later, to the court for basket ball practice. If the romeo had no other work, he would be there to cheer me up during the practices. I admit, I enjoyed the practices more then.
Karthik usually went over for his football practice. And Varsha, she would idle[I guess.] her time in the hostel room. Abhimanyu would be in the library, searching for books to read. He says he finds great solace in books. And thanks to Shyama for showing him that vast ocean of knowledge. :)
Zindgi beeth rahi thi aisi, ki achanak ek din,....
[To Be Contintued...]
It was Karthik, unlike the other four, who brought him to us. And he was brought to us, to rehabilitate. From drugs, drinks and smoking.
"He will be with us, for the rest of our time together here. Needs support." This is how Karthik introduced him to us. Varsha and I were curious about it. And a bit apprehensive. But to my and Karthik's amazement, [Donno wat Varsha felt. She never wore her feelings on her sleeves.] Shyama went over and started to talk to him. Within no time, Abhimanyu felt at home and started mingling with us. Well. Abhimanyu recovered from his addictions. And needless to say, Shyama and Abhimanyu became really close. Only with Abhimanyu's development, did I finally find any change in Karthik's attitude towards Shyama. Karthik once said it's Shyama who brought him back."I cant deny him that credit."
So, that is how we met. We became "kewl" friends. Met every day, under the greenwood tree.. And discussed the whole day's events, one by one. These discussions usually lead over to things like Bhagavathgeetha, Tatler, palmtops, and what not!! Till 6, we talked. And then I usually went over with Varsha for a change and later, to the court for basket ball practice. If the romeo had no other work, he would be there to cheer me up during the practices. I admit, I enjoyed the practices more then.
Karthik usually went over for his football practice. And Varsha, she would idle[I guess.] her time in the hostel room. Abhimanyu would be in the library, searching for books to read. He says he finds great solace in books. And thanks to Shyama for showing him that vast ocean of knowledge. :)
Zindgi beeth rahi thi aisi, ki achanak ek din,....
[To Be Contintued...]
Jul 25, 2009
Part two. Insider's Friends
Then comes my dear Shyama Krishna!
Talkative. The first thing I noticed about him was his talkativeness... God! He can blah blah to the end of the world. And mingle with any group. A sweetheart with gals. Woo any gal within ten minutes... Not that he wooed me... The first time we met, we had a small 'fight'. 'Cos, nothing very crucial is needed for me to blast. One day, while I was sitting on one of the benches, writing something, he walked over and started off with a grin and a "Hello sweetie! How ya doin? "
"Am not anyone's sweetie. And mind your business." I retorted
"Oh! I really like your attitude"
"Thanks. But you now mind your business."
"It is my business to greet a beautiful gal like you.."
"Really? I would rather be left alone."
"I think when you are angry, your blush makes you look better."
"Hey man! You are crossing the limits. I never asked you to tell me what you think about me. Ok? And leave me alone."
"Ok sweet heart! I will leave you alone. Btw, I am Shyama. Shyama Krishna."
"Ok."
And I resumed my writing, watching him walk away. Thinking, 'No wonder that idiot was named Shyama krishna. Parents with a predictive ability.' And I promised myself to avoid him as much as possible...
But then, time decides something else. Not what you decide. We met again, a lot of times... In the classes... Corridors... Lawn... And he used to smile at me.. I never smiled back I guess. But one day, I caught myself smiling at him.. And that is when I realized, he will be my friend how much ever I avoid him. Next time we met in the corridor, I stopped hoping he would start a conversation. But he again smiled and went away..
Well.. The next day I met him, on my way to the lecture and started a conversation "Hello,how are you doing?"
"Hectic.. Exams aa rahe he. Got to check something out. Ok then. See you later.." Another smile and he walked away.
I started thinking... Was my observation about him wrong? Was he not a lazy romeo? Well, he was a drooling pest alright! But then, he always kept a distance from me. Well, later my persistence, [its a long story..huh! :P] made us friends. And by then, Varsha and Karthik had become my friends. At least we discussed about a lot of things. Anything. -If that can be counted as friendship that is.
I still remember when they both met Shyama Krishna for the first time, personally...
They were in the usual place, 'Under the Greenwood Tree' as we call that place. Under the tree which still has no name for, in my mind.. I had told them I was bringing a new face to them that day. Shyama was excited about meeting my friends. To say the truth, it was more than excitement. He practically had springs in his steps.. "Hellon guys!! This is Shyama Krishna."
"The official romeo of the campus!" he added with his signature grin.
I could see a cynical look on Karthik's face. And a stunned look on that of Varsha's,"Him????" I knew she would be stunned. I had brought home the local drooler. And Karthik could never understand the 'methods' of guys like him.
Varsha became 'more' silent after that.. I mean, just a yes or no or a nod if she could manage with that. Not that I minded, but I thought he would make her speak. Rather than making her more seclusive.
Karthik shouted at him the very next day. He tried to sit near me in the class. After that Shyama never sat near me. But with Varsha.
Anyways, after a lot of persuasion from me, Karthik let me allow him to come over to our group. While Karthik spoke philosophy, science, history and muZic, Shyama idled his time imitating him. This of course, provoked my Karthik. But somehow he managed to keep his cool. Biting back his retorts. This is how we four became friends..
Abhimanyu is an altogether different story...
[To be continued...]
Talkative. The first thing I noticed about him was his talkativeness... God! He can blah blah to the end of the world. And mingle with any group. A sweetheart with gals. Woo any gal within ten minutes... Not that he wooed me... The first time we met, we had a small 'fight'. 'Cos, nothing very crucial is needed for me to blast. One day, while I was sitting on one of the benches, writing something, he walked over and started off with a grin and a "Hello sweetie! How ya doin? "
"Am not anyone's sweetie. And mind your business." I retorted
"Oh! I really like your attitude"
"Thanks. But you now mind your business."
"It is my business to greet a beautiful gal like you.."
"Really? I would rather be left alone."
"I think when you are angry, your blush makes you look better."
"Hey man! You are crossing the limits. I never asked you to tell me what you think about me. Ok? And leave me alone."
"Ok sweet heart! I will leave you alone. Btw, I am Shyama. Shyama Krishna."
"Ok."
And I resumed my writing, watching him walk away. Thinking, 'No wonder that idiot was named Shyama krishna. Parents with a predictive ability.' And I promised myself to avoid him as much as possible...
But then, time decides something else. Not what you decide. We met again, a lot of times... In the classes... Corridors... Lawn... And he used to smile at me.. I never smiled back I guess. But one day, I caught myself smiling at him.. And that is when I realized, he will be my friend how much ever I avoid him. Next time we met in the corridor, I stopped hoping he would start a conversation. But he again smiled and went away..
Well.. The next day I met him, on my way to the lecture and started a conversation "Hello,how are you doing?"
"Hectic.. Exams aa rahe he. Got to check something out. Ok then. See you later.." Another smile and he walked away.
I started thinking... Was my observation about him wrong? Was he not a lazy romeo? Well, he was a drooling pest alright! But then, he always kept a distance from me. Well, later my persistence, [its a long story..huh! :P] made us friends. And by then, Varsha and Karthik had become my friends. At least we discussed about a lot of things. Anything. -If that can be counted as friendship that is.
I still remember when they both met Shyama Krishna for the first time, personally...
They were in the usual place, 'Under the Greenwood Tree' as we call that place. Under the tree which still has no name for, in my mind.. I had told them I was bringing a new face to them that day. Shyama was excited about meeting my friends. To say the truth, it was more than excitement. He practically had springs in his steps.. "Hellon guys!! This is Shyama Krishna."
"The official romeo of the campus!" he added with his signature grin.
I could see a cynical look on Karthik's face. And a stunned look on that of Varsha's,"Him????" I knew she would be stunned. I had brought home the local drooler. And Karthik could never understand the 'methods' of guys like him.
Varsha became 'more' silent after that.. I mean, just a yes or no or a nod if she could manage with that. Not that I minded, but I thought he would make her speak. Rather than making her more seclusive.
Karthik shouted at him the very next day. He tried to sit near me in the class. After that Shyama never sat near me. But with Varsha.
Anyways, after a lot of persuasion from me, Karthik let me allow him to come over to our group. While Karthik spoke philosophy, science, history and muZic, Shyama idled his time imitating him. This of course, provoked my Karthik. But somehow he managed to keep his cool. Biting back his retorts. This is how we four became friends..
Abhimanyu is an altogether different story...
[To be continued...]
Jul 23, 2009
An Insider's Account.
Thought I would do a small work.
It seems really ridiculous, I thought, to identify all my group mates with their full names. But then I smiled... 'Cos,when I was in my K.G. classes, I used to do the same.. They used to scold me at first when we got together. I have changed it, now. But, my friends had already started to identify themselves using their full names. And now, Karthik P., Shyama Krishna, Varsha Chowdary and Abhimanyu Sharma. And me, Durga Nandan. I call them just their first names... Ah! I sometimes think.. Why do people get so influenced by friends? Even though it is just a year, that we had been together, we do have a bond between us. Invisible. Strong.
Karthik - tops the class. He knows about everything that runs under the sun. Ask him about anything that you would like to, he has his own views and knowledge about it.. I really wondered how he ended up at such a place.. He should have been doing some work there in the Harvard. Instead doing Political Science here... They say, he had a scholarship call from Harvard. I can't be sure. He never speaks much about himself. His life, is still in dark for me. Just know that he has a sis and that his parents are in the States, doing some business. Physically, 6 feet tall, dark, athletic and bespectacled. We ended up sitting near each other in the first class itself. And he borrowed a pen from me. That was how we first met. Next day, he had 'caught' a seat for me. From then on, the seat near him was mine and the one near me was his. There was even a rumor in the first month that we were dating. "*(%^$%!!" Every time a gal and a guy are seen together, they are dating!! The society has nothing else to infer. But within sometime, as we both didnt mind what the heck the public thought, they slowly started minding just their own business... We discuss anything about anything under the sun. You just get lost in what he is speaking. He has this karishma which I have never seen in a guy before. I just love being with him..
Varsha - A cute and silent gal, with long plaited hair. She was what I called shy, at first glance [even afterward..]. She does not talk much. But, is a wonderful help whenever you are in need of one... And an average scholar.. [That is by the inside of our insti standards.] Her parents, the chowdarys, are local residents. Just twenty minutes from the campus. But she stays at the hostel. Never told me why.. But I am happy she is here. She is the closest gal I ever had in my life. I have never been able to identify much with gals.. May be cos the gals I had been with, had never much effect on me.. i.e. positively.. Either they were gossipers or overly secretive. Or carried a lot of venom in their hearts. This gal was fine.. Just the right mix for me to be comfortable with. Not too inquisitive, not too withdrawn. Her marriage is fixed. With a businessman. A wealthy guy. Told me they own a large business and all that. Her family is also not bad. Her dad is into export business. Of clothes. She is a bit to the bulkier side and fair, has a sweet voice. 5'3". Someone whom a guy would most certainly fall for . [Hehe, unlike me. :D] We met during a pair work. The interview work. I really liked her reserved attitude and could just be myself with her.
Then comes my dear Shyama Krishna...
[To be continued...]
It seems really ridiculous, I thought, to identify all my group mates with their full names. But then I smiled... 'Cos,when I was in my K.G. classes, I used to do the same.. They used to scold me at first when we got together. I have changed it, now. But, my friends had already started to identify themselves using their full names. And now, Karthik P., Shyama Krishna, Varsha Chowdary and Abhimanyu Sharma. And me, Durga Nandan. I call them just their first names... Ah! I sometimes think.. Why do people get so influenced by friends? Even though it is just a year, that we had been together, we do have a bond between us. Invisible. Strong.
Karthik - tops the class. He knows about everything that runs under the sun. Ask him about anything that you would like to, he has his own views and knowledge about it.. I really wondered how he ended up at such a place.. He should have been doing some work there in the Harvard. Instead doing Political Science here... They say, he had a scholarship call from Harvard. I can't be sure. He never speaks much about himself. His life, is still in dark for me. Just know that he has a sis and that his parents are in the States, doing some business. Physically, 6 feet tall, dark, athletic and bespectacled. We ended up sitting near each other in the first class itself. And he borrowed a pen from me. That was how we first met. Next day, he had 'caught' a seat for me. From then on, the seat near him was mine and the one near me was his. There was even a rumor in the first month that we were dating. "*(%^$%!!" Every time a gal and a guy are seen together, they are dating!! The society has nothing else to infer. But within sometime, as we both didnt mind what the heck the public thought, they slowly started minding just their own business... We discuss anything about anything under the sun. You just get lost in what he is speaking. He has this karishma which I have never seen in a guy before. I just love being with him..
Varsha - A cute and silent gal, with long plaited hair. She was what I called shy, at first glance [even afterward..]. She does not talk much. But, is a wonderful help whenever you are in need of one... And an average scholar.. [That is by the inside of our insti standards.] Her parents, the chowdarys, are local residents. Just twenty minutes from the campus. But she stays at the hostel. Never told me why.. But I am happy she is here. She is the closest gal I ever had in my life. I have never been able to identify much with gals.. May be cos the gals I had been with, had never much effect on me.. i.e. positively.. Either they were gossipers or overly secretive. Or carried a lot of venom in their hearts. This gal was fine.. Just the right mix for me to be comfortable with. Not too inquisitive, not too withdrawn. Her marriage is fixed. With a businessman. A wealthy guy. Told me they own a large business and all that. Her family is also not bad. Her dad is into export business. Of clothes. She is a bit to the bulkier side and fair, has a sweet voice. 5'3". Someone whom a guy would most certainly fall for . [Hehe, unlike me. :D] We met during a pair work. The interview work. I really liked her reserved attitude and could just be myself with her.
Then comes my dear Shyama Krishna...
[To be continued...]
Jul 20, 2009
Jul 16, 2009
Can't do it 'For Nuts'!
One of my bros work in a sister concern of a church that takes care of mentally disturbed people. Now one day, I went with him to see the establishment. He always mentioned how the people there [mostly mentally disturbed.] would make you think if it was you or them who had problems with minds.
Anyways, we were received by the in charge priest, who was walking in the garden. Getting back into the office, he suddenly said "You know, I think we need to call the Tech Help people again."
"Why ? What is wrong now?" Bro asked. " We had those guys come and check the whole lappy yesterday! You got a virus into it again?"
"No no... Not a virus. Everything is fine. Just that the laptop wont switch on now. There are lights and all on and blinking. But the thing wont work!"
We went straight to check out. The battery was down and power plug was off the power outlet. And the whole day those guys were watching Passion of Christ on it. So much about the one who runs the place. Imagine the people inside!
PS- Not that he does not know about the lappy stuff. He had owned that thing for a year now. But when you live with people off rockers, you tend to stop using your own head.
Anyways, we were received by the in charge priest, who was walking in the garden. Getting back into the office, he suddenly said "You know, I think we need to call the Tech Help people again."
"Why ? What is wrong now?" Bro asked. " We had those guys come and check the whole lappy yesterday! You got a virus into it again?"
"No no... Not a virus. Everything is fine. Just that the laptop wont switch on now. There are lights and all on and blinking. But the thing wont work!"
We went straight to check out. The battery was down and power plug was off the power outlet. And the whole day those guys were watching Passion of Christ on it. So much about the one who runs the place. Imagine the people inside!
PS- Not that he does not know about the lappy stuff. He had owned that thing for a year now. But when you live with people off rockers, you tend to stop using your own head.
Jul 15, 2009
5+5, 11
"She is the one who said 5+5 is 11."
A baffled glare.
I grinned. Embarrassed. :D
"No sir! Not that one!"
"Why not? Not many people are that good."
Turning to the guy seated in front of us,
"She was the one who said 5+5 is 11."
Once, I was kinda day dreaming in the English class with a bit of 'ill-logical' puzzles humming around. And sir was talking about an interview, for 10 people, from which, 5 would be selected. Suddenly sir said "They say, they selected five. I say, they rejected five. Interviewing is actually a process of rejection."
"Yeah" I thought. "You interview people even for friendship. And reject them when you dont like them."
Sir continued... "Anyways, the number is the same. 5 on each side. 5+5. Total 10."
"No sir! 11!"
"What?" Glares and sneers .
I was out of my dreamland and realized what I just said.
"Yes sir. 5 selected. 5 rejected. And the interviewer."
From then on, for that sir, I was 5+5, 11.
A baffled glare.
I grinned. Embarrassed. :D
"No sir! Not that one!"
"Why not? Not many people are that good."
Turning to the guy seated in front of us,
"She was the one who said 5+5 is 11."
Once, I was kinda day dreaming in the English class with a bit of 'ill-logical' puzzles humming around. And sir was talking about an interview, for 10 people, from which, 5 would be selected. Suddenly sir said "They say, they selected five. I say, they rejected five. Interviewing is actually a process of rejection."
"Yeah" I thought. "You interview people even for friendship. And reject them when you dont like them."
Sir continued... "Anyways, the number is the same. 5 on each side. 5+5. Total 10."
"No sir! 11!"
"What?" Glares and sneers .
I was out of my dreamland and realized what I just said.
"Yes sir. 5 selected. 5 rejected. And the interviewer."
From then on, for that sir, I was 5+5, 11.
Jul 13, 2009
Yeah What guys really mean...
No no no!! That was a mistake. I meant, 'Yeah! What? Guys are really mean!'
Jul 12, 2009
Jul 10, 2009
Tagged
There, I just finished the tag Ramya gave me. I am publishing it.
Four places you have lived – I have never left Thrissur for a long term. May be, in future yeah.
Four T.V shows you loved to watch – I dont watch TV. But the ones I used to enjoy,
I have plans for TV in near future though. Gotta catch up loadsa stuff.
And plan to do lots more.
Four of your favorite foods – Not an avid eater as you can surmise from the way my body keeps itself.
But love kadala curry. [Bengal gram.] Anything veg. Sometimes, I go on fast food for days. Have a high metabolism rate. Always been the same. :)
And I love pazham pori. [banana fry.] That too not too oily. And cant have too much. Cant really imagine anything else being a fav..
Four websites you visit daily- Google, Orkut, Blogger, Merriam Webster Online. Cant limit it to four actually. I go to Web Sudoku.com as well. Awesome mind game, if you ask me.
Four novels you wish you were reading for the first time –
Harry Potter obviously. But the charm has been lost now. May be 'cos I crossed my teens or something.. But I have a feeling that I might have loved reading it for the first time even now.
Da Vinci Code.
The Other Side Of Me by Sidney Sheldon. Honestly the only book I ever liked from him. I enjoyed every bit of it. Others are all just bull shit. Pardon me Sheldon admirers, I have my right to dislike.
The Namesake. An awesome book. If you have not gotten hold of this one, better try out. By Jhumpa Lahiri.
Thank god that makes four!
Four Movies You Can See Over and Over- I dont see movies. More like read 'em.
Bruce Almighty.
When it comes to watching films,
Chak De! SRK ROXX! And the gals!
Vadakkumnathan from Malayalam. Great acting by Mohanlal. And the plot is just too close to my heart. I am quite like Meera in a lot of ways.
Jab We Met. Geet is another character I can relate to.
Aaja Nachle. Yeah I kinda like it. Donno why. Madhuri is beautiful.
I have a personal copy of all the aforementioned. I watch them once in a while. Repeatedly. Yeah.
Four People Who You Think Will Respond To the Tag – I seriously donno. Anyone who would want to. I wont put a tag on anyone anyways.
That is it. Thanks Ramya. :) For tagging me. I had a view of my own likes and dislikes in a way, through this tag.
And there, take that 'no-she-does-not-respond-to-tags' tag away from me please. :)
Jul 9, 2009
Jul 8, 2009
Jul 7, 2009
Jul 5, 2009
These days, I am on an edge. A real edge. Just go flying off handle for the slightest things. I know why. But can't reason with myself that things have changed. Poor lil mind wont just accept.
Soon, people are going to find the ends of their patience. Lots already found it.
One of my very close friends already had his first date. I was really late catching up with news. Cos every time I knew someone was feeling better, I became all the more gloomy. He thought he would rather not break the news that soon. :) And I had shunned social contact for a long time.
Another, already is fighting marriage. Nah, it seems it is really a trouble when parents decide it is time. And you are not ready. Anyways, I see the pressure right now. And pissed him off a lot cos I was not really understanding and added to the din with my blah blah.
Another, already looking forward to being dumped. I had seen it coming a long way now. But then, it hurts anyways. Emotionally, this is the lowest if you don't count losing someone to death.
Yet another, on a new job and another of his new 'gal friends'.
Then I see my don and diva, appa and amma, walking around like they just got married. God, those guys are growing in love, amen! Daily calls, smses, kisses, hugs, loads of PDA.. Though that makes me envious again.
And this one me, single and painfully alone. It was not this apparent in the past. But now, it is very evident and bit too much sometimes. I always have believed 'Don't go searching for love, let love find you.' And cant imagine having 'casual' relationships. 'Once you are in, you are in. So, better be careful.'
But no hurry. Cos I am perfectly sure that having a relationship is a pain in the @$$ anyways. But still, when I see people having it, moving on, having it, moving, I just go jealous. "What do I lack?"kinda feeling. And a bit too lonely. :) Not that I accept any that come around. It is always a no from me. But you do get lonely.. :)
Hark! Where are you my Knight in Armor? Better get here soon. We gotta talk. :P
PS- Knights without armors, please excuse. And so should ones without guts and commitment . :) No. This is not an open call. Just wrote things down. It takes years for me to commit. So, this wont really serve anything anyways. :) And I don't go talking to random strangers to hook up. So, cut that crap out.
PPS- Though I started off with being on edge, I talked about an altogether different thing in the post. But it is a part of my edginess. So, it does not really matter.
CYA and take care guys. :)
Jo.
Soon, people are going to find the ends of their patience. Lots already found it.
One of my very close friends already had his first date. I was really late catching up with news. Cos every time I knew someone was feeling better, I became all the more gloomy. He thought he would rather not break the news that soon. :) And I had shunned social contact for a long time.
Another, already is fighting marriage. Nah, it seems it is really a trouble when parents decide it is time. And you are not ready. Anyways, I see the pressure right now. And pissed him off a lot cos I was not really understanding and added to the din with my blah blah.
Another, already looking forward to being dumped. I had seen it coming a long way now. But then, it hurts anyways. Emotionally, this is the lowest if you don't count losing someone to death.
Yet another, on a new job and another of his new 'gal friends'.
Then I see my don and diva, appa and amma, walking around like they just got married. God, those guys are growing in love, amen! Daily calls, smses, kisses, hugs, loads of PDA.. Though that makes me envious again.
And this one me, single and painfully alone. It was not this apparent in the past. But now, it is very evident and bit too much sometimes. I always have believed 'Don't go searching for love, let love find you.' And cant imagine having 'casual' relationships. 'Once you are in, you are in. So, better be careful.'
But no hurry. Cos I am perfectly sure that having a relationship is a pain in the @$$ anyways. But still, when I see people having it, moving on, having it, moving, I just go jealous. "What do I lack?"kinda feeling. And a bit too lonely. :) Not that I accept any that come around. It is always a no from me. But you do get lonely.. :)
Hark! Where are you my Knight in Armor? Better get here soon. We gotta talk. :P
PS- Knights without armors, please excuse. And so should ones without guts and commitment . :) No. This is not an open call. Just wrote things down. It takes years for me to commit. So, this wont really serve anything anyways. :) And I don't go talking to random strangers to hook up. So, cut that crap out.
PPS- Though I started off with being on edge, I talked about an altogether different thing in the post. But it is a part of my edginess. So, it does not really matter.
CYA and take care guys. :)
Jo.
Jul 4, 2009
Live On Chance.
Life goes on,
promises broken,
kids born. But..
nothing left.
Hearts broken,
yet trying to mend.
With no hope or want,
to meet again.
Yet, fearing a meeting.
'Cos you can't stop life,
from going on.
And going on...
'Morrow, meeting the other,
with someone else,
will [might] hurt.
All the more if,
it is a happy lot.
But chances are taken,
'Cos, you cant stop life from going on,
Just 'cos you are now, divorced.
promises broken,
kids born. But..
nothing left.
Hearts broken,
yet trying to mend.
With no hope or want,
to meet again.
Yet, fearing a meeting.
'Cos you can't stop life,
from going on.
And going on...
'Morrow, meeting the other,
with someone else,
will [might] hurt.
All the more if,
it is a happy lot.
But chances are taken,
'Cos, you cant stop life from going on,
Just 'cos you are now, divorced.
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അകതാരു കീറുന്ന മുളംതണ്ട് പോലെ,
കരയുന്ന കിളിയുടെ പ്രാര്ത്ഥന പോലെ,
മുറുകാത്ത വീണതന് മണിനാദം പോലെ,
പൊലിയാന് തുടങ്ങുന്ന ദീപനാളം പോലെ,
കരവേല ചെയ്ത കര്ത്താവിനോടായ്,
ഒരു ചോദ്യം മാത്രം പതിവായ് ഉണര്ത്തി!
ഇനിയെന്ത് പാപത്തിന് പരിഹാരമാണ് ഞാന്,
അര്പിച്ചു തിര്ക്കാത്തു കല്പ്പിച്ചു ചൊന്നാലും!
ഒരു മാറ്റൊലി മാത്രമായി,
തിരികെ വന്നാ സംശയം എന്നോട്
കൊഞ്ഞനം കുത്തി.
ഞാന് പിന്നെയും,
ഒരു മുളം തണ്ടായി,
പ്രാര്ത്ഥനയായ്,
നാദമായ് നാളമായ്,
ജീവന്ത!
കരയുന്ന കിളിയുടെ പ്രാര്ത്ഥന പോലെ,
മുറുകാത്ത വീണതന് മണിനാദം പോലെ,
പൊലിയാന് തുടങ്ങുന്ന ദീപനാളം പോലെ,
കരവേല ചെയ്ത കര്ത്താവിനോടായ്,
ഒരു ചോദ്യം മാത്രം പതിവായ് ഉണര്ത്തി!
ഇനിയെന്ത് പാപത്തിന് പരിഹാരമാണ് ഞാന്,
അര്പിച്ചു തിര്ക്കാത്തു കല്പ്പിച്ചു ചൊന്നാലും!
ഒരു മാറ്റൊലി മാത്രമായി,
തിരികെ വന്നാ സംശയം എന്നോട്
കൊഞ്ഞനം കുത്തി.
ഞാന് പിന്നെയും,
ഒരു മുളം തണ്ടായി,
പ്രാര്ത്ഥനയായ്,
നാദമായ് നാളമായ്,
ജീവന്ത!
രാധാരോധനം..
കാമാര്ദ്രയായി ഞാന്
വൃന്ദാവനത്തിലെ,
വള്ളിക്കുടിലിലേക്കിന്നലേ
പോകവേ,
വഴിവക്കിലുരുമര
കൊമ്പിലെ പക്ഷികള്
പ്രേമാര്ദ്രരായി
കൊക്കുകള് ഉരുമ്മിയിരിക്കുന്നു.
പിന്നെയും ചെന്നങ്ങു
പാടവരമ്പത്ത് നിന്നപ്പോള്,
ഗോതമ്പു കതിരായി
ആടിയുലയുന്നു.
പാടം കടന്നുരുകാതം
പിന്നെയും ചെന്നപ്പോള്,
തഴുതിട്ട വീട്ടിലെ
നിര്വൃതി കേട്ടു ഞാന്.
എല്ലാം കടന്നെന്റെ
പ്രിയതമന്റെ കുടിലിലേക്കെത്തി ഞാന്,
കണ്ടത് പ്രേമാര്ദ്ര മിഥുനത്തെയാണഹോ!
തിരികെ നടക്കുമ്പോള്,
എന്റെ കണ്ണന്റെ, ഗോപനന്ദന്റെ
പൊള്ളയാം ആശ്രുതം ഓര്ത്തോര്ത്തു
തേങ്ങിക്കരഞ്ഞു ഞാന്.
പോകും വഴിക്കുള്ള
വീടിന്റെ മുറ്റത്ത്,
ചുണ്ടും ചുവപ്പിച്ച്
നില്ക്കും തിലോത്തമ!
പിന്നെയും ചെന്നിട്ട്
പാടത്ത് നോക്യപ്പോ,
കതിരിന്റെ ഇടയില്
ചീവീടും കളകളും.
പാടത്തിനപ്പുറം,
മരത്തിന്റെ താഴത്ത്,
വേടന്റെ അമ്പേറ്റ്
പിടയുന്ന പക്ഷികള്.
എന്റെ വ്യര്ഥമാം മോഹവും
വിറക്കും കരങ്ങളും,
എന്തിനോ വേണ്ടി
പിന്നെയും വെമ്പുന്നു.
വൃന്ദാവനത്തിലെ,
വള്ളിക്കുടിലിലേക്കിന്നലേ
പോകവേ,
വഴിവക്കിലുരുമര
കൊമ്പിലെ പക്ഷികള്
പ്രേമാര്ദ്രരായി
കൊക്കുകള് ഉരുമ്മിയിരിക്കുന്നു.
പിന്നെയും ചെന്നങ്ങു
പാടവരമ്പത്ത് നിന്നപ്പോള്,
ഗോതമ്പു കതിരായി
ആടിയുലയുന്നു.
പാടം കടന്നുരുകാതം
പിന്നെയും ചെന്നപ്പോള്,
തഴുതിട്ട വീട്ടിലെ
നിര്വൃതി കേട്ടു ഞാന്.
എല്ലാം കടന്നെന്റെ
പ്രിയതമന്റെ കുടിലിലേക്കെത്തി ഞാന്,
കണ്ടത് പ്രേമാര്ദ്ര മിഥുനത്തെയാണഹോ!
തിരികെ നടക്കുമ്പോള്,
എന്റെ കണ്ണന്റെ, ഗോപനന്ദന്റെ
പൊള്ളയാം ആശ്രുതം ഓര്ത്തോര്ത്തു
തേങ്ങിക്കരഞ്ഞു ഞാന്.
പോകും വഴിക്കുള്ള
വീടിന്റെ മുറ്റത്ത്,
ചുണ്ടും ചുവപ്പിച്ച്
നില്ക്കും തിലോത്തമ!
പിന്നെയും ചെന്നിട്ട്
പാടത്ത് നോക്യപ്പോ,
കതിരിന്റെ ഇടയില്
ചീവീടും കളകളും.
പാടത്തിനപ്പുറം,
മരത്തിന്റെ താഴത്ത്,
വേടന്റെ അമ്പേറ്റ്
പിടയുന്ന പക്ഷികള്.
എന്റെ വ്യര്ഥമാം മോഹവും
വിറക്കും കരങ്ങളും,
എന്തിനോ വേണ്ടി
പിന്നെയും വെമ്പുന്നു.
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