Friday, 18 April 2014


I think about you…
And I am already feeling as light as a feather,
Which hurls and swirls in the midair;
In the midst of clouds and swaying leaves.
I feel as if the cold breeze has hit me,
And spread within me.
Then a little smile creek on my face.
Am I so beautiful, I wonder in disbelief!
Oh no! Love makes life beautiful, I realize.
You make me and my life beautiful, I correct.
The crease in my forehead recede.
The furrows disappear.
After all, I am thinking about you!
Your contagious smile reaches me,
Crossing the frontiers and hurdles.
It hits me straight and spreads through out.
It caress my body and I almost wonder if that’s your magical fingers over me!
Yes, rather shamelessly. Blatantly.
But dear love, let me clear the air.
I am not a romantic.
But I fail to understand what happens to me when I think about you.
I feel transformed and transcend to a fairy land;
A land that has only you and I.
Your gentle hands around my petite figure
And little eyes fondling all over me
When I lose myself to your charms, you nuzzle.
And make a childish face.
Ah! I fall again for you.
I collapse in your arms and draw you closer
Very close;
Until our heart beats against each other’s chest…
Until our breaths blend …
Until our souls marry into one,
Shredding the entity called body…
Peeling the mask called shyness…
And until love kisses us passionately through our longing lips!

Thursday, 17 April 2014

My First...

I am proud…
In spite of the imperfections…
After all, this is my first…

And He is the Lord!

Wednesday, 16 April 2014

Endurance is not Permanent

he wanted to forget him. Forgetting him was the only way to heal the wound. The wound emanated so much pain. The pain was intolerable. Intolerable it was, a habit it was. It was his habit to hurt her unconditionally and hers to endure it. Endurance is not permanent, they didn’t realize! The realization dawned within her one day. A day which changed her life forever. 

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Happy Vishu - 2014

Dear Vishu knocks the door…
Promising a New Year…
Giving hope…
Ensuring that dawn will replace the receding darkness…
Sooner; rather very sooner…
So here we wake up…
With sleepy eyes, yet shimmering with hope…

Vishu is one of my favorite festivals. The Vishu Kani (Refer the image) and the Vishu Kaineettam (A practice where the elders give money to younger ones) and of course, the Vishu kodi (New dress) makes this festival more special.

But this Vishu is very different for me. I am away from my home, country and family (for the first time). And in the morning when I woke up and realized that there is no one around to guide me through the vishu kani, and oh yeah, no vishu kani at all, I felt desolated. Tears started comforting me until my smart phone came in rescue. I went through the vishu kani image sent by my ammaji… zoomed and saw each of the items and then felt better…

And here I am at office… working! Another first time…

Having said that…
I hope you all enjoy today…

Happy Vishu dear readers…

With Love…

Monday, 14 April 2014

Hearts Connected!

Far away we are
Yet so near I feel, because;
Hearts are connected

PS: Thanks to Haiku Horizons for the prompt - Close

Sunday, 13 April 2014

The Twin Towers

t’s a week since I left the comforts of my homeland and landed to a foreign country. Like any first-time international traveler, I was scared, felt uncomfortable and uncertain. I was not sure about the weather or the culture.

With very less baggage, and lots of fear, I started my first international journey – Malaysia.

The only comforting thought that lingered in my mind is that Malaysia is almost like India.

And ta-da…

Malaysia is indeed like India… There are many people who speak Tamil… Sometimes Tamil songs blare from the local FM…

The weather is awesome. It lets me get the flavor of all the climates. It will be sunny till noon. Afternoons will be cloudy. And it rains in the evening. Another strange thing I noticed is that it becomes dark around 7.30PM, Malaysian time.

Being a vegetarian, food is always a problem for me. But, I can survive by eating fruits and breads. So I am happy that way. Two days before, I tried Thai food and I actually enjoyed it. I also realized how much I enjoy Indian spices and masala. I think I never knew that I would miss it and pine for it.

Well, last Sunday, I went to the Patronas Towers – The Twin Towers. It is a high-end shopping mall. You name the brand and you have an outlet. In spite of being a shopaholic, I didn’t buy anything because I kept converting the price from MYR to INR. And because 1 MYR is INR20, I found everything to be too expensive; so I gasp! However, I did lots of window shopping and took a few photographs.

And here I am sharing images of the Twins who towered in front of me….

Saturday, 12 April 2014

Kissed by Insecurity

Nothing in this world is permanent; neither the people nor the circumstances. Everything just flows as if there are no hurdle; no barriers.

Life is like a river. It passes through ups and downs. Kisses flowers and thrones... Becomes dirty and may also lose its original sheen. Yet it moves. It keeps moving until it unifies with death – like the river that merges with the mighty ocean.

May be that’s why they say, till the death part us!

But, they also say that death is not the end. It is the beginning of a new life, in a new form. May be death will take us to people with whom we always wanted to be with. Death might help us escape from the mundane and absurd life that we were leading.

As I think deeper, I realize that fear of death has never caressed me. Instead I have always been shackled by insecurity. I know, nothing is permanent and that we are like rivers running towards the final destiny. I also know that permanency is an illusion and not a reality. Yet I feel insecure.

Insecure about people... work... circumstances... relationships... and at times even myself!

When insecurity takes me over, I stare at the vacuum and wonder does everybody feel the same like I do. I wonder if insecurity creeps within each one of us; each one of you.

If you say yes, the insecure-uncertain-confused human being would feel overjoyed!
But if you say no, the ardent thinker, the in-depth-analyser, the philosopher, the-writer-with-a-self-proclaimed crazy mind would be happy!

I count the person I am and the writer within as two different contradicting characters because most of the times I write about what-if than what-is...

Well, same here.

I had read somewhere that writing your heart and thoughts out would bring clarity.
In my case, it is leading to post after post... and the pondering continues...

Is it for an eternity, I wonder. I shudder!

Friday, 11 April 2014


Safe I will…
Buried in your arms;
Listening to your heartbeat…
It is so rhythmic,
As if it is singing a lullaby;
For me!
And then,
I feel the warmth it gives
Serenity envelop.
I close my eyes
And forget the world; the worries!

Thursday, 10 April 2014

Mother Nature…

Mother Nature…
So many mysteries hidden
So many secrets yet to unravel…

Mother Nature…
A beauty!

A real joy!

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

I See You Sleep...

 see you cuddled right next to me; eyes shut and breathing evenly. I see peace in your face and a warmth emanating from your body.

I gently stroke your hair and see you wince. I smile and kiss on your forehead. This time you smile. Yes, you smiled in your sleep. And I was awed. It was such an innocent smile. Childlike.

I observe your chest raising up and down rhythmically as I run my fingers through your body.

Elders say that you should never stare at someone who is sleeping. I never understood why not until I saw you sleeping; beautifully… innocently… angelically! 

Monday, 7 April 2014

Home Land

Foreign land it is
New culture, time and regime
Ah! Missing home land

PS: Thanks to Haiku Horizons for the prompt - Home

The Kite Runner

From the Book Blurb
December 2001
I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975. I remember the precise moment, crouching behind a crumbling mud wall, peeking into the alley near the frozen creek. That was a long time ago, but it's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years.

One day last summer, my friend Rahim Khan called from Pakistan. He asked me to come see him. Standing in the kitchen with the receiver to my ear, I knew it wasn't just Rahim Khan on the line. It was my past of unatoned sins. After I hung up, I went for a walk along Spreckels Lake on the northern edge of Golden Gate Park. The early-afternoon sun sparkled on the water where dozens of miniature boats sailed, propelled by a crisp breeze. Then I glanced up and saw a pair of kites, red with long blue tails, soaring in the sky. They danced high above the trees on the west end of the park, over the windmills, floating side by side like a pair of eyes looking down on San Francisco, the city I now call home. And suddenly Hassan's voice whispered in my head: For you, a thousand times over. Hassan the harelipped kite runner.

I sat on a park bench near a willow tree. I thought about something Rahim Khan said just before he hung up, almost as an afterthought. There is a way to be good again. I looked up at those twin kites. I thought about Hassan. Thought about Baba. Ali. Kabul. I thought of the life I had lived until the winter of 1975 came along and changed everything. And made me what I am today.

Khaled Hosseini is an Afghan born American, writer and physician. He was born in Kabul, Afghanistan in 1965. As the son of a diplomat, Hosseini’s family relocated to Paris in 1976 and later sought political asylum in the U.S, due to the political turmoil in Afghanistan during the 1980s. He completed his education in the US and later graduated from San Diego Medical School and practiced medicine until 2004.

Amir – He is the protagonist through whom the story is narrated. He is a selfish and timid young boy who pines for his father’s love. He is rich and has a gift of story-telling. He makes some grim choices and struggle all his life to redeem the same.

Hassan – He is the goodness that is still remaining in our hearts. His tenderness, loyalty and friendship steal our hearts. We fall in love with him instantly and our heart would ache for someone like him in our lives.

Assef – He is the antagonist and the one who is responsible for bringing all the twists and turns to the story. He is ruthless and unapologetic.

Baba as a stern yet understanding father... Rahim Khan as a perfect God Father and who leads Amri towrsd the right path...Ali as a loyal servant who never stands against his master... Soraya as devoted wife...

Sohrab proves that blood is thicker than water. He fits into his father Hassan’s shoes when a necessity arises. And thus, he steals our hearts.

What I think
The book is an assured page-turner. Though the book about father-son relationship, it also delves into other relationships like friendship... marital relationships... and brotherhood.

I loved the fact that protagonist carries shades of grey with him. The author has not tried to draw a hero image out of him. Amir errs and tries to redeem his mistakes.

The evolution of the characters like Amir and Hassan is drawn like a beautiful picture. They stick in our memories and refuse to leave.

The plight of Afghan people and the pain endured by Hazara are narrated in an extensive manner. The author has painstakingly given minute of minute details thereby making this a book that is simply un-put-down-able.

I am unable to come up with any loophole in this saga. It is perfect and every touchy.

Should you read it?
Very much...
It touches your heart and caresses it with love...
It tickles a strange joy within that only love in the purest form can give!

The Kite Runner is an experience...
Don’t miss it!


Sunday, 6 April 2014

Hungry for Stories

e sat on one of those steps with a notepad and pen in hand. He had a plot and he was waiting for the characters to come alive in his thoughts and help him give life with the touch of nib on the plain paper. But that morning, those characters seemed to be unmindful of his existence.

The sun was getting mellower and he could see the crescent moon peering midst of the clouds. But his dear characters ignored him thereby accelerating his restlessness.

May be tomorrow, he thought as he walked back to his home. The eyes of his wife and daughters looked at him hungrily; hungry for a story.

He shrugged and walked past them.

At night, he suddenly he got up from sleep and switched on the lights. He started scribbling and his characters started coming alive. They were bustling with energy and a smile never left his face.

He was too engrossed in his fantasy world that he failed to notice those three pairs of hungry eyes. The night was silent except for the sounds of romance between the pen and paper and their rhythmic breathing.

But they didn’t utter a word. They sat beside him patiently, waiting for him to complete. After all, only the climax of the fiction was pending and they knew from his smile that he had come up with an interesting narrative.

Later, he hugged the three women he loved the most in his life and told them that he is through with the worst phase – Writer’s Block!

Saturday, 5 April 2014

Feeling Numb

any a times, life would make you feel numb. So many thoughts would suffocate you and therefore, you stop feeling anything at all. Your rational mind would try to carry out the job of a traffic police, streamlining the umpteen thoughts that the little heart lets out. And you would just feel numb.

How else can you feel when loved ones fail you? When they become hideous? Doesn’t it hurt when people who were a part of your life, day and night, betray you? When they take important decisions without you on their side? Didn’t they consult you for dress color and type of spectacle’s frame? Didn’t they eat what you ordered without any complaint? Weren’t they there when you fell and failed miserably? Didn’t they lend an ear and a comforting shoulder once?

Time is busy and it is cruel; it stops for none. It doesn’t care how others feels and what made them to what they are today.

People may come and people may go. But there were be a handful of them whom you care for, from the bottom of your heart. Shouldn’t they be the first person to whom they confront when something important comes up? If they don’t, doesn’t that mean you were no one to them?

And such are the times when life makes you numb. It makes you look back and wonder was the life with them and so many others worth it.

Silence is a soft-killer, like the beauty of a witch. It is bewitching and dangerous. Sometimes we mistake silence to being busy or sometimes our ego would reign and we may fail to notice when it conquered. We become slaves to such silence. We get used to ourselves, our present and time, the cruel monster, keeps ticking.

One day, you realize that you were just a fool – emotional fool.

But then, you wipe off those tears and smile to yourselves. You convince yourself that life has to move on. And you go on and on...

Their memories would make you numb. You realize that it is memories and not life that is making you numb. You make peace with them.

Ah! Life would be peaceful now; serenity would resume.
However, you will not be the same person anymore.
You would start feeling that numbness within and around...

The clock continues to tick...

Friday, 4 April 2014

The Temple of Avinasi: The Legend of the Kalki

From the book blurb
From the ashes of Epic Wars shall the great Lord of Dark rise,
So terrible his wrath, every protestor shall demise…
Ripped apart would be the Shield and the protecting forces,
A whole world shall fall, mortal or otherwise…

A heroic tale timed in modern age -- a battle of existence between evil and the good, bred on the ashes of the four thousand year old legendary Epic Wars. The ‘Immortal Protectors’ of the Temple are finding it hard to maintain control over a new rising evil power, far greater in magnitude than the previous war.

The Shield that protects Earth from external attacks had stopped the invading Dark Seekers, also called Nishachars -- a fled group from some distant dying planet -- for long. Until four thousand years ago … when the shield was ruptured, and the entire mortal world turned on the edge of demolition. It was then the immortal protectors, the Light Seekers, more commonly known as Devs, along with the remaining army of mortals fought and drove back the combined army of Nishachars and Asurs, and restored the shield -- but at a great price. The Nishachars retreated, and since then they have grown and redoubled their army several times, waiting for their prophesied Dark Lord to rise. The Devs, on the other hand, knowing that they won’t be able to stop the Great Dark Lord, if risen -- formed a secret brotherhood named ‘The Temple of Avinasi’ and scattered themselves throughout the world. Their only feeble hope lies in an ancient legend named ‘Kalki’, the last prophesied Avatar of Vishnu… And unaware of all this, two fourteen year old boys are presently spending their time merrily together in the mortal world, innocently oblivious to the fact, that how much changed their destinies are from what it seems, and how much the world’s fate is dependent on them…

Ayush Pathak is an engineer-cum-writer with the gift of writing genes handed down as a family tradition from his poet grandfather to his writer father and then to him. Penning down his first creative work in the form of a poem at an innocent age of five, he starts writing seriously at the age of fourteen. His theory about life is: A life which begins with a dream ends with success...

What I think
To begin with, the book blurb is very descriptive and spells out what exactly is there in store. It also sketches an outline of the main characters in the book and thus, prepares the readers about what to expect.

Then, the cover-page is catchy and vibrant. I liked the verse taken from Sreemad Bhagavat Geeta. Then, we read that this is the first book and that five would follow. That’s it! We feel curious to know what is there in the book. And strangely, we are reminded of Harry Potter series.

And, the author has lived up to the expectations set. The narrative style is simple and flows with ease. I liked the idea per se; an integration of mythology and mystery.

Six books? Really? I mean I wish that the author did not say that in the very beginning. He should have kept it as a secret!

And the book seems a little too huge with about 380 pages. So this is not a book recommended for an easy one-sitting read or even a weekend read! Not because the book is boring, but because it is not good for health.

Should you read it?
Go for it…
If you enjoy reading mythology… If Indian mythology fascinates you… If fantasy in general fascinates you…


Thank you
The book was received as part of Reviewers Programme on The Tales Pensieve.

Thursday, 3 April 2014

The Grandmother Almirah

This is a product review hosted by BlogAdda in association with Asian Paints. However, views expressed here are based on personal experience

And there stood the grandmother almirah (Like the grandfather clock) – An almirah that has survived the tests of times. My mother says that it is a gift to my maternal grandmother from her mother, i.e. my great-grandmother’s gift to my grandmother!

That almirah is also my favorite piece of furniture at home. It is so huge that it could store almost all the books I have, both academic and others!

But, it also looked tiered and old. There has been many a times when I have felt embarrassed. I have felt that it looked out of the place and I should find some way to hide it. Butt, who was I kidding? How can I hide something as huge as the grandmother almirah!

Therefore, it stood there, tall and dirty yet storing my priced possession – books.

That’s one I come across the product review by BlogAdda.

It read:

“Kerala believes in preserving their prized heirloom and moreover quality wood furnishings are an investment, which are expected to last a life time. Good wood is hard to find and preserving it is even more difficult with it being influenced by weathering, decay, scratches, stains and many other problems.

Here we are presenting to you the Asian Paints Aquadur PU, Luxury Aqua Wood Finish as a part of the Product Review Programme at BlogAdda.”

And I was elated. The first thing that came to my mind was the grandmother almirah. I prayed to God that BlogAdda should shortlist me.

Finally, I got a mail saying that I am one among the 12 bloggers from Kerala who will have the opportunity to get any wooden door polished with Asian Paints Aquadur PU.

Woohooooo, I exclaimed!

About Asian Paints Aquadur PU
Asian Paints Aquadur PU Interior gives your furniture a rich, premium finish, without harming you or the environment!
It is the ultimate water based shield for wood. It gives you extremely high durability for all your furniture, at the same time, providing a rich finish. The application of the product is very easy, making it user-friendly. It is safe for children owing to the low metal content, dries almost instantly and leaves no paint or polish-like odor behind.

1.       Easy application
Aquadur can be applied with a brush and roller, making it far easier to apply than conventional PU, which is always spray painted.

2.       Child Safe
Aquadur PU has very low toxic metal content and is EN 71.3 compliant for low metal toxicity which also makes it a child safe product.

3.       Low VOC & Odour
Aquadur Water based PU surpasses European standards for low VOC and is virtually odourless, making it a green product in the complete sense.

4.      Quick drying
Complete painting your furniture twice as fast with Aquadur as compared to conventional PU.

Steps to use the Product

1.        Sand the wood and clean it with a fine muslin cloth.
2.       Apply one coat of Aquadar wood preservative allow drying time of two hours. However, this is optional for interiors.
3.       Apply Aquadar wood stain by ragging and allow to dry for two hours.
4.      Apply two wet coats of Aquadar wood filler at an interval of 15 minute. Allow to dry for two hours
5.       Apply two coats of Aquadar base coat at an interval of four hours. Allow to dry for four hours.
6.      Apply two coats of Aquadar PU Exterior Matt/Glossy top coat at an interval of four hours. Allow to dry for four hours.

My Experience
Because I work in Karnataka and my home (heart) is my Kerala, I could not witness the makeover of my dear Grandmother almirah. It happened over a span of two days, 24th and 25th March 2014. However, an over-excited mother and a keen-observing father kept me updated.

Day 1: 25th March 2014
They told me that first they sand the wood, then, they applied a coat of Aquader wood preservative.

Day 2: 26th March 2014
Then, the following were applied in an interval of 2-4 hours:
1.        Aquadar wood stain
2.       Aquadar wood filler
3.       Aquadar base coat
4.      Aquadar PU Exterior Matt/Glossy top coat

1.        A glossy grandmother almirah
2.       A happy mother
3.       A proud me, aka Locomente!

All thanks to BlogAdda and Asian Paints. Thanks for Deepak, the Asian Paints marketing executive and also the contract worker who patiently did the makeover.

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Super Excited!!!

Backs packed. Tickets booked.
All planned; new place and culture
Super Excited

PS: Thanks to Haiku Horizons for the wonderful prompt - Trip

Tuesday, 1 April 2014

Fool's Month

Ah! Is it 4th month already – The fool’s month!?

Well, I am trying to recall the story behind April 1st being celebrated as a Fool’s Day. But, my memory fails me. Please share the story, if you remember. I am feeling too lazy to Google and find out! L

However, I smile. Because I still remember the April fool pranks we used to play as a kid. Some would be really silly than foolish. So apologies…

As a kid, the the only fooling game I knew was this. If your name is John, I would ask, “Hey John, what is your name?” Thanks to the reflex, you would reply, “John” and I would laugh aloud and say, “April Fool”. If I am with a group of friends, then, the laughter would echo louder. I hope that you got the pun.

When we became a little older, we used to do is to wish others, “Happy Birthday”. The idea is that it is a fool’s day. You being a fool, it is almost like your birthday, you know, like the fool is born. And then, we also get “Wish you the same” in reply. We would smile at each other satisfied. I am going to wish a Happy Birthday to someone today. To relive those days, maybe.

Then, we would lie believably. We would say that a friend fell down from the cycle, or he fainted and stuffs.

Ah! The famous call-a-friend. No, this is not similar to phone-a-friend option in famous and unforgettable Kaun Banega Crorepati. Under call-a-friend, we would call a friend and speak in a different tone. We would pretend to be someone else and drive the friend crazy. You see, those days it was only landlines and identifying caller by name or number was not possible unless you had a caller-ID.

And I grew up and took Commerce. When we learnt that the Financial Year for Income Tax Act begins on 1st April, we started wishing each other “Happy New Financial Year”. OK… OK… I know this is not funny, but silly. But I have done that. What to do?

Then, I grew up more. My April 1st celebration was restricted to MTV Bakra. I don’t know if the show is still aired. It was real fun.

When I grew up further, April 1st was spent by counting the cash-in-hand and closing stock of companies. I am Chartered Accountant, you remember?

Eventually, when Locomente was born, my April 1st is spent thinking about what to post…  J

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