Tu Tu Mein Mein - 4

Heart: I feeling homesick.

Brain: You better concentrate on work. Distract yourself.

Heart: But, what is the point in working so hard when family is away.

Brain: You knew your work involves travel. Then, why the hell you took that up?

Heart: If you knew all this beforehand, why on earth you didn’t warn me?

Brain: As if you would listen to me.

Heart: As if you are bothered to make me understand!

Midst of Cooking...

She was cooking dinner, when the current went off. She lit chimneys and sat on a chair. 

She peered through the window and gazed at the horizon.

As gentle breeze slithered through the window sill, a few strands of hair kissed her cheeks.  She moved them away from her eyes.

She noticed the green leaves sway to nature’s orchestra.

Slowly his memories started engulfing her…

Her husband… Her first love…

Seasons have changed since love blossomed. Years have passed by.

He was her angel… The years have been magical.

As power came, she resumed cooking for her love… With love!

As a part of Friday Fictions

Another Try!!!

Tu Tu Mein Mein - 3

Heart: Oh man! I feel like asking why he is ignoring me

Brain: You better keep quite.

Heart: Why should I? I am feeling hurt.

Brain: He is ignoring you because he is not interested in you. Or he is scared about what others would think about the relationship you both share. Or he is juts BORED.

Heart: But, he may reciprocate if I ask him for the reason.

Brain: Idiot! If he doesn’t want to be with you, why don’t you learn to ignore him?

Heart: Because he had loved me once

Brain: Exactly. He LOVED you once. Not anymore!

Those Moments...

Those moments

That we spent together

Holding hands and cuddling each other

Those moments

When silence spoke

And eyes smiled

Those moments

When hearts hugged

And souls entwined

Those moments

When you heard my silent tears

And the brittle whispers of my little heart

Those moments

When I heard your heartbeat

And listened to the songs of rhythm of your breathing

Those moments

The sweetest moments of all

The unforgettable of all

As a part of One single Impression

Nostalgic and Unapologetic

I sit back and look back…

Those good old days…

Those verdant memories…

Mother’s love and school friends…

I am rewinding my life…

And travelling down the memory lane…

Those days of childish innocence… Girlish giggles...

Slowly those beautiful days came in my mind…

I remember my braids…

Those colorful ribbons cross my mind.

I rewind those moments when my mother used to patiently tie my hair.

I am still thinking… The topic has made me totally nostalgic. The beautiful part is that I am unable to write anything. I am missing my childhood days and so many memories are passing in my mind.

I agree that this is one of the posts where I have done a commendably bad job. But I am feeling unapologetic about it. After all, I am reliving my past. I am transported to those days at school… I am able to envision myself in that uniform. Wait! I have just found out something… My first uniform and last one’s color was chocolate brown… That’s quite a revelation… And that fact awes me!

Now their faces are flashing in my mind… My first friend… I should have been five years old then… She was crying in the classroom. It was her first day for her and everyone were strangers. She was a Tamilian and hence she couldn’t follow Kannada. That afternoon I remember going to her and talking in Tamil. I know… This happened two decades before. But the memory is still fresh in my mind. I remember her smile… Such a cute girl she was… Today I am missing her… I don’t know where she is or how she is… But I still remember her… My first friend!

Smile creeks in my face when I think about her… I remember fighting in that school playground. We even hit each other and that warning from our school Vice Principal still scares me. We would have been eight years old. And we used to hate each other. That was indeed menacing. My first enemy!

And I remember that guy who daringly looked at me and said, “I love you”. I should have been fourteen years old. He should have been sixteen. I also remember that he gave me a love letter. Me being me, I handed over it to the teachers. Ouch! Now I remember how his friends came and yelled at me. They were all tall and man enough. But I yelled back and stood strong. My first proposal!

The topic was as simple as how beautiful those braids used to look… But the resulting memories matrix is something complex yet beautiful. Even today, I love to braid my hair. It is easy to manage and very comfortable during summer.

To confess, I know I have blabbered. I may have written something totally irrelevant to the context. But I have to admit that I enjoyed this process. I am feeling nostalgic and as I said I am unapologetic!

Enjoy silky smooth braids and celebrate the child in you… Yes! The child is still there in you… Your body only grows up…Not your mind…

Cheers to those good old innocent childhood days!!

And cheers to Dove and Indiblogger for such an amazing topic…

God's Children...

I look around… The World smiles back at me. Some smiles are out of joy. Some are smiles of grief. I look at rich and I see poor as well. When there are houses as majestic as Palace, I also see slums. When I see spoilt rich children who play so much that they fail academically, I also see children who go to work at factories only because they don’t have money to pay for their education. Some complain that their parents are compelling them to study. I also see many whose parents discontinue their children’s education so that he can earn and support the family.

I see parents always being at their children’s service and never once complaining. And I also see children who take their parents to old-age home because they can’t take the responsibility of taking care of them. They never think what they would have become in the absence of shade extended by their parents.

And I see children who were abandoned by their parents. World call them orphans and some say they are God’s own children. My heart cries each time I see them. I see their eyes. It is no different from others’. They also carry umpteen dreams. They dream of a family and they yearn for love. Their eyes also hold something else – sad smile.

I wonder, what mistake did they commit? If anybody committed a mistake, it should be their parents and the family of their parents. Their parents have been selfish enough to give their children as a prey to their momentary pleasure. I see many married couple who cry everyday because they are not gifted with children. On the other hand, I also see many children being abandoned from their selfish parents.

As I saw the contest topic, the first thing that flashed in my mind was the images of such orphaned children. They are no different from us. But they are forced to face hardships in life. But why, I wonder! And I heartily wish that such God’s children are properly taken care of.

We all fancy eating in posh hotels and end up wasting so much food. But have we ever thought that the cost of our one-time meal can be used to serve three times food for such children?

We are fond of buying new clothing. But have we ever given a second thought on giving some old clothing to such children?

We slog and we earn so much. But have we ever considered keeping aside at least 0.10% of our income. Have we ever realized that it could be used for providing the much needed food and shelter to them?

Why do we always sell old books? Why can’t we donate the same for such children?

Above all, why can’t married couple adopt an abandoned child? Won’t that give happiness and a new life for both the married couple and the child? I wish that the Government, schools and fertility hospitals propagate this idea.

Even those blessed with children can sponsor for the education of such children. Education paves way to enlightenment and it can bring a huge change in their life.

If you believe that you can’t help them monetarily, you may always go there and give them a warm hug. You may not understand the joy it gives even if I poetically express it here. The twinkle in their eyes and the innocent smile is something that can never be limited to the boundaries of words.

In short, I wish that we all join our hands together and pledge to take care of God’s children. If you believe that God is taking care of us, we should understand that are also obliged to take care of his children.

Life is too short. Bring some smiles in those innocent faces. They are orphan and that is not their fault. Spread love. After all, no cost is associated with it.

Think about it…

It will not be a big deal for you. I can bet that daringly.

But, it will be a big deal for those children.

Thank you Indiblogger for such a thought provoking topic suggestion...

He Welcomed Death

“Very sorry”, said the doctor

But he smiled in response; said,

“My life has been really great”

Death was nearing him.

But never once complained

He started counting down

Then he endured the pain

And chose to see only happiness

Thus he welcomed death

As a part of Haiku Challenge

Innocence

She was doing research on a topic called, “Is tendency to help directly related to innocence?”

She was going through the photographs she had taken.

A little girl pleading her mother to let her carry the baggage... A small boy carefully holding his little sister’s hands while crossing the road. A horse dutifully pouring water to the green grass…

She asked herself how people turn selfish. Is that because they are influenced by the corrupt World outside or is it the disproportionate multiplication of self love? She wondered why dogs are always loyal and not men?

She sighed and went to sleep.

As a part of Friday Fictions

You Taught Me

Did I tell you, my love?

Truth is stranger than fiction

You taught me; amazing! 

Reason...?

She tried to push his memories from her mind. But, they were only multiplying.

She tried to listen to some songs. But, the songs reminded her of how he would sing them; most of the times to himself, at times for others and sometimes for her.

She missed him, but she didn’t want to admit that. No, ego was not stopping her. She wanted to let go of his memories. She didn’t regret the past. It was just that there was no future for their relationship. After all, he was avoiding her. She did not know why.

She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

For the Fifty Years and Forever!

I held her hands

And led to the dark room

“Clandestine affair”, she commented

“Hold your breath”, I said

Then, I hugged her tight

Pecked on her cheeks

Her big eyes showed surprise

When I whispered, “Golden jubilee, it is!”

Then, I slid a gold ring into her wrinkled fingers

Her eyes shone with tears. She said,

“I love you, for the fifty years and forever!”

500th Post!

Is it? I am unable to believe this, 500 posts in 510 days since birth. Hmm… Not bad, is it! And today, I am recalling those days when I used to struggle to write something. I used to sit blank and stare at the vacuum in anticipation of striking at a striking enough idea. But I never used to get one.

I am recalling those days when I used to envy my cousins who already had blogs. If some were good at poetry, some were good at verses. But I was worse in all. The stories I came up with always carried resemblance to the movies I watched or the TV serials that I was obsessed with. And my biggest difficulty lay in writing story or poem for a given topic. I could never excel in that.

And today I see myself evolving. I see a picture and draw inspiration out of it. I get a phrase and write something on it. I use a prompt given and write poetry and at times story. I am wondering how I am able to do it today. Why did I fail earlier? Is this why they say practice makes man perfect. I am not perfect yet; but I am at least evolving. So happy!

I am thinking about those blogs which I abandoned only because I could not come up with anything interesting. I did not know what to write and what contents to include.

In short, I am very happy. I have been blogging regularly and each write-up has taught me something new. Some made me realize that I am a romantic at heart and some made me understand that I am perennial thinking.

Now give me a high-five. If you didn’t read and passed comments, I would have never continued my endeavor. I might have given up long before. I wish to give bear hugs to all those sites which give me interesting prompts and somehow manage to get something out of this Locomente.

Let the celebration begin… With a bottle of champagne!!!

Cheers for the Locomente…Cheers for the crazy mind that comes up with something all the time. Am I sounding too self-obsessed? Oops! If yes… Pardon me. If no… Join me!

Yahooooo!!!!!

Tu Tu Mein Mein - 2

Brain: Ho! You either stop whining all the time or stop loving.

Heart: Look, you also hate me! There is no one left who loves me.

Brain: Good for them.

Heart:  Why? Am I that bad?

Brain: Crap. I didn’t mean that.

Heart: Then what did you mean; that I am not worthy enough?

Brain: Now who said that?

Heart: Why are you shouting at me?

Brain: What is your problem now? Is that I am shouting at you or that nobody is loving you?

Heart: Just GET LOST!

After all, She Agreed!

Her voice was soothing

Midst of cacophony of horns

Those words made me the happiest

After all, she agreed,

To marry me! The cacophony turned

Into a melody

As a part of Haiku Challenge

But when…?

“Pappa, please click that pot. The flowers are looking cute”, cries the five years old girl.

But I was not interested in posing to them. Why should I? They go out and breathe fresh air. They enjoy the sunshine and the chill breeze. They walk in the snowfall and get drenched in rain. But, I am placed here, beside a window sill. I see the World outside and my heart cries for freedom. I curse my beauty. I would prefer freedom to beauty.

And I am waiting for that day when I will be released from this cage.

But when…?

As a part of Friday Fictions

Why Did Our Paths Cross?

Here I wonder

Why did our paths cross?

To be thrown in the sea of tears?

Why did you give me dreams?

To show that dreams will vanish on waking up?

Why did I love you at all?

To know the feeling of rejections and the pain it gives?

As a part of One single Impression

Tu Tu Mein Mein - 1

Brain: He may be busy.

Heart: But, won’t he have time to make a call? Or even send a teeny-weeny message?

Brain: He may be just hooked up.

Heart: Yeah, with whom is what I wonder!

Brain: Shut up. There was never commitment.

Heart: But can’t I expect something? It’s been a long enough relationship.

Brain: Expectations is the root cause for all the problems.

Heart: Oh come on. Everybody expects. I expect him to text me and he expects that I don’t. I expect that he loves me someday and he expects that I forget everything.

Brain: Uf! You are thinking too much.

Heart: No, I just loved a little too much.

F?@K KNOWS

Are you happy in your life?

Do you love yourself? How much time do you devote to yourself? Do you carry out self-introspection? Do you have a wish-list? Rather have you ever tried to make one? If you have taken the pain of enlisting one, have you strike off anything at all? Are you yet to do something to make those small wishes come true? Will you do anything at all?!

Did you choose your profession because that was your passion or because parents/peers stressed you to take it? Given a choice, will you follow your heart or your ever rational brain?

Are you a believer of “tomorrow”? I mean do you postpone everything to tomorrow? Don’t you know that tomorrow is uncertain? Have you ever thought that there may not be any tomorrow at all? That you may die anytime/any day in anyways?!

Do you accumulate wealth for a safer old-age that you forget to enjoy this moment of your life? Are you being truthful to yourself when you say that you love being workaholic?

If the answer to any/all of the above questions is NO, then man, you have to grab the book innovatively named as “F?@K Knows” penned by Shailendra Singh.

The book keep reminding you that life is too short and that anything can happen to anybody at anytime. The author further reminds and continues to emphasis the importance of following your heart. The author has essayed the entire book based on his personal experience and observation.

The narrative is well-edited and hence crisp. The writing style is simple. Most of the poignant and complicated topics are dealt with a touch of humor. At times, little stories are written. Most of the stories seem to be taken from the pages of author’s own life. The book is interesting enough.

The preamble per se is funny and the author asks the readers to read one chapter at a time, preferable, in a day. I tried doing that. But alas! I had only seven days to finish the book. So I was forced to read a little too much L I bet that you will enjoy more if you read a chapter at a time, especially at the end of the day. There are words that will ring a bell within you. Some will indeed make you do something. For example, I personally wrote a “Bucket List” enlisting my small wishes that I want to fulfill at the earliest. Oh yes! I managed to fulfill a promise that I had made to myself six long years ago!

The message that the book carries is simple. Life is short and you never know what is there for you the next moment. Hence live your life (read as each moment) to the fullest. You never know if there is a tomorrow.

And important of all, if you are unhappy with your professional life, try to do something that you are passionate about. Spend some time with yourself and try to understand yourself.

In short, the book is not a work of literature or psychology. It is just an echo of the cries of your heart. It is the voice of that little heart which we always choose to ignore.

So all of you reading this… Grab the book and listen to the whispers of your heart. See the World in a wider angle and believe that there is no tomorrow. And guess what? If you do that something beautiful will happen – you will not fear death anymore!

Happy reading! J

PS: Blogadda… Thanks a ton!©

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Ammaji... You Rock!!! - Part V

Miles to go Before I Sleep!

I had relocated from a small town to a metropolitan recently. Thanks to my first job! I was scared like a mouse, yet I walked with confidence. The noise and crowd was new. I know that the chosen path is not easy. But, I wanted to evolve and see the World around. I wanted to be independent. I may have to adapt and adjust a lot. And I was ready for that.

As I strode towards the lobby and looked up, I saw the familiar spiral staircase. Its design reflected my mind.

“Miles to go before I sleep”, I thought.

As a part of Friday Fictions

Why Did I Grow Old So Fast?

The boy was there

With papers in hand

Near a puddle

I went there

Made a paper boat

And he smiled

I wondered there

Well, why did I grow old so fast?

Missing the innocence

As a part of Haiku Challenge 

And she waited…

MOVE ON!!!

Those two lettered words has become a part of her life. Every other person had an opinion about her single status and almost everyone seemed to be worried about her inability to step into marital commitment.

Yes. She also wanted to shed the fears she carried about marriage and the uncertainties associated with it.

“All you need is love”, her lucid mind would enlighten her.

Hence, she would decide to wait… Wait for her Prince to come and sway her off the feet. She hoped that love would blossom and lead her to eternal bliss.

And she waited…

As a part of Carry On Tuesday

Unlimited Love

As the breeze of loneliness hit me

Your brilliant eyes twinkles within

And I would hear those unspoken words

Now conveyed through the chill air

Our unlimited love and indefinable madness

As the breeze sweeps over my body

I would feel your long forgotten tender touch

Your eyes shine with unlimited love

I realize that I miss you a lot

So I let the breeze kiss me tenderly

At times, I let the breeze kiss me passionately

Then I close my eyes with a smile in my face

I let the reveries reveal your enrapturing smile

I crave for your presence around me

I long for those days of unlimited love!

And those days of indefinable madness!

As a part of One single Impression

Memoir

“Can you take me to the garage?” he asked his nurse. She gently placed him in the wheelchair.

The garage was filled with dust.  But, seeing his first car bought from savings, his eyes twinkled like that of a child.

It was his lucky charm. He became richer and bought better cars, but retained his first one. He built a separate garage and kept all the sovereigns that he cherished in it. That car was a part of his past. Umpteen memories passed through his mind. . He smiled and a droplet of tear escaped his eyes.

And he breathed one last time!

As a part of Friday Fictions

Creative Blogger Award

 

Attention:

It's CELEBRATION TIME!!!!

Awards bring a strange kind of happiness. A kind of happiness that a toddler feels on being lifted by its mother… A kind of happiness little children feels on getting to bite a mouthwatering chocolate.

Thanks a lot Ajay. I am sorry that I took a little too much of time to actually respond. I was travelling and my boring work kept me a little busy.

But hey! Better late than never, isn’t?

So, This is what I am asked. 

a. World – Spacious home gifted by Mother Nature; to be passed on from one generation to another. 

b. Life – A complete mystery; filled with umpteen adventures… A story book with a definite end; though the ending can never be properly deciphered.

c. Awards – Always encouraging and motivating. It gives pride and also ignites an element of responsibility. 

d. School – The best days! Those days of carelessness, childishness and innocence will never come back again. 

e. Love – The Universal language. An unending and ever multiplying feeling based on which the entire World is constructed.

f. Books – Best friend. She guides us… Awes us… She let us imagine and make us see things in a wider and different perspective.

g. Death – Never scary. It is a path towards tranquility. It frees the soul from the shackles of emotional bondages.

h. Work – BORING. It eats away all the time and creativity. I can understand working; but not slogging!

i. Sports – Makes me jealousy because I have never been involved in any sports. L

j. (Your Name) – Satya Rekha Ramaswamy

k. Dog – Scares the shit out of me!

l. Parents – The best. My first love and best friends. 

m. My Blog – Washes away the loneliness I would feel… Fathered the writer in me… Feeds the hunger of this crazy mind and fills my otherwise silent World with words!

n. Chocolates – Yummy! But I am scared… What if I become FAT!!!

o. Me/The Author/Ajay (Don't tell me you haven't heard this name/word :P) – You are special because after 15 months since making a little abode in Blogosphere… You are the first one to give me an award!! So THANKS a lot!!! 

Here goes my list of blogs that I nominate:

But before that… Let me tell you that I am too small to judge anyone and give away any award. I am just listing out some blogs that inspired me…. That is different… That gives something extra to its readers.

And hey… I have to also tell that Ajay had already nominated many blogs I follow. So here are some other great blogs… 

Disclaimer: I am sorry if I didn’t nominate you. 

1       Ramesh Sood - Little More Than Ordinary

2       Harshad Mehtha - Space within me

3       Leo - Haiku Heights/I Rhyme Without a Reason

4   A Full Cup of Tea

And here goes my 15 questions:

1       Love

2       Life

3       Tears

4       Marriage

5       Happiness

6       Fear

7       Failure

8       Nostalgic

9       Parents

10   Friendship

11   Writing

12   Poetry

13   Nature

14   My blog (As in your blog)

15   About me (As in Satya/Locomente)