Of roses and jasmines

A Lilly was in love,

With the lotus’s sun;

Jealous and pride took turns in melting down his heart,

All watched by poor sunflower.

Neither in a fight nor at peace

But salvation at her heart,

To be touched by him before the sun sets.

As he kissed beneath her petals,

He was the lone lover in her heart

She loved the way the light pressed hard

She moved slowly as he moved to thee.

Watching his steps closely and enjoying his light

She danced and swayed in merry love,

As the Lilly found out, jealous mistress lotus grew and grew;

A tale of rivalry was born,

She was not to fight for her love;

But to leave him happy with the loved ones;

He is neither partial nor alike

But just his duty to love them all the same,

He is the son of god!

Awakening people to live everyday like their last…

But I’m no daughter of hill nor

Ocean just a flower with name of her love;

Preacher of his words,

Follower of his path, forever…

                        She spoke less to people and enjoyed scent of moist soil, drizzles and she loved rain. She understood the birds that nested on the willow tree more than the postman who came often. She never got attached to any person before, not that life never gave her a chance to like people but she was often left with her own world of plants; flower that bloomed for her, rain that played her  a song,  the squirrels who gathered nuts; and Birds who sang for her. She was blossom in a spring. You could never call her a loner, hardly tears rolled down her cheeks not that she ever got hurt, but she had a shield over her emotions. She was strong and bold. A person to admire she was; someone who gets concerned in seeing a sad flower. She laughed and talked like every other person. Her life, her views; When she sees a sad jasmine, she would stop to care and speak to her “of gloom and happiness what do you share?” as if the little flower is listening it would shake its petal in regards. She would pour a hand full of water on the jasmine; it would merrily dance and sway, as if she could feel the happiness of the little flower. In return she bloomed couple of days later…she took care of a broken winged bird who was hurt by an eagle. Rivals were they and friends she made them. She had the touch of Midas, and a heart as a snow white, pure as white Lilly who bloomed in the pond and spreads its smile. She dresses her pain with beautiful orange and blue for the people who saw her never knew. It was the feeling and warmth when she came near and her voice. Her whisper, I could hear even now. Crisp and clear as she whispers my name and the scene comes to my mind, holding me by her side; “she is a computer genius, writer and a law student”....

 Wind on my hair, wind on my face, wind everywhere…travelling to the mountains, sign of rain. A welcoming heart of sun with beautiful rainbow notes. Have you ever touched the limit of the sky? Have you ever raced with the trees content? I never did. But yes felt them every time I padded myself in jacket and the adrenaline rush when I switch on the  engine and the happiness when I shift the gears, I feel them every time . Living like an insane; maybe. If I could, I would pop up the bike rush it to the top of a mountain and try diving, just to feel the wind over me. Let them carry me to the places I’ve never seen. Feel the wind, feel the ride, and live the life. How lovely it would have been if we never died while riding? How does it feel to sit on pillion while popping a wheeling? Holding tight; with that layer of trust and faith we live that very moment. One last time wind on my hair, wind on my face, wind everywhere.

There are innumerable number of people around us and countable real people. You meet people daily, you wave, and say hi built up a relation so called friendship. But have you ever thought how much these friendships are valued; on their side? No; it may be a playful time chatting on face book commenting, making likes up to 500. Blah! In our parents time they never had this face book to meet up people. Once contacts are lost; it’s forever lost. No complaints, no fights, no regrets. A fight which is over ends there. Now it’s carried viral, though good or bad. Bad ones catch like a fire. “Humans are worst creations on earth”, they love each other, fall apart, betray, backstab and do all sorts of thing; but still they stick on to one another like snails. Strange but true, those people who never value you shouldn’t have space in your heart; you should not grieve over a split milk. Turn it! Face it! If people don’t accept the way you are, throw them off your heart, and make sure you “don’t see them through others eyes”. Enjoy everyone you meet and it’s not others who make you up! We make ourselves and let go of those people who don't deserve you. Our life doesn’t depend on others, going sad, gloomy, depressed isn't a right path. Turn those tears to smile and fight back the world who tries to pull you down. Mind tries to play trick again. But recalling the words... “Whatever happened has happened for a reason and good”. Stay happy and stay blessed! Do not give reasons for people to hate you; because its human behavior to hate people through others eye, just pause and think over these lines “a coin has two sides; a head and a tail”. When the game is on it’s the head which plays and remember there is always a chance for tail to win but no, people don’t wait for tail. They make up their own stories and own possibilities on life, none want to hear the truth. Well said lines on truth. “It’s a bitter lie”. Everyone is happy with their own. There is no meaning in lying all the time but lying for a cause and saving people is a not sin. I still say “humans are worst creation on earth”; highly egoistic, highly problematic, highly possessive, highly loving and highly dangerous. There are situation in life where we get fooled; a situation of mixed emotions; sadness, anger, sympathy, betrayal, love. Nothing and no one’s advice gets on us, except to sort things on your own and finally when we see the lying mirrors as comforts we move to that side, unknowingly or knowingly when we set foot there, All lies seems right, all untold stories seems real. On the other side the truth waits to be revealed, strange are we humans. Life is short; we fill it with ego, hatred, betrayals. Let go of the bad side forgiveness is not common. One who gives it; Attains supremacy! Stay blessed! J

                        The very desolate feeling when on closed eyes, though we want to push ourselves to run through the highlands; stretch our arms, enjoy the rain. The feeling of numbness holds us back. Though at sedation, I could very well picture myself writing in my mind, with the very sword which I use for war; clearly and evidently I could see what was happening around me; though I lie in bed with my hands stretched. I felt people around me, moving in and out of my room. May be it was the 6^th sense? Or may be inner awaken soul. I speak to myself to integrate the whole of me and take that chance to wake up. Though we are asleep; claimed by the ones who gave us sedation pills. To that every person, who saw me sleep with half eyes open; I tell you, I could see you people very well!! I saw my future; of typing down “INNER VOICE-Sedation” on my blog; and I can see YOU reading it…

                    Its summer, the sound of leaves falling apart swings my ears! Where could she be? Out in the woods I wonder?! I recall her telling me that she is going to pluck flowers that would enhance my memory; I knew perfectly that I didn’t start forgetting things, I know their place! I know where she had been, I remember her telling me where she went, and “won’t you believe me Sara?” Without a blink I said “yes”. The rustle of the leaves were heard. “See that may be her, I told you she would come”! “That was the sparrows peck” I said! “You don’t know anything!! She told me she would be back…and I trust her!” With tears of hope in her eyes I saw her hands searching for her stick, she had grown older with more wrinkles on her face and tiredness on her body. I helped on her feet. “Arya beti” she called…! None replied nor were footsteps heard...She murmured something on her own and left the verandah. Just past the living room was her bedroom, as old as she is. She grew up on the same house.”Do you remember Sandhya?; The daughter of nearby carpenter?” .“Yes” said I. “she has been married off far away! She used to come here to play with Arya;they were childhood friends”. “Arya” she cried again. “This girl never answers my calls these days; I shouted at her last day for going near the pond. People say they saw big snake there”!” She is probably angry with me; poor girl she grew up without parents and it’s been me who was taking care of her! But to be more precise it was she was looked after me”. I could see the whole love for Arya in her eyes, how could I tell her that I have been asked to say that she went to the pond and the snake himself caught her. Knowing the fact that she would not come, I kept still. “Arya” she called again; this time tears in her eyes. “So it is true then? The snake took her life?”with a sense of shock I replied “yes”. She fell silent, she talked less, ate less. The sense that revolted around my head,poor soul has been outcasted. It was dawn and the birds took to the south; home. Feebly she walked step by step to the verandah. “Arya beti” she called for the last murmured something and left her room. As gentle as a falling leaf, as feeble as a mouse; and yet a day her silence on a dawn was undeniable …

Ingredients:- They are made of valuable tears and powerful emotions of glass. If broken they run down as a river and shatter themselves into millions and trillions of pieces. Even if we try to mend it; the very few tiny pieces unfit or goes missing. The powerful emotion waits to be healed and learns the meaning of trust. Nurture it! Care it! Not everyone has the magic to keep trust alive. Bounded by jinxes and beyond all; make those words in the same string in which God himself created with his lightest pencil, slightest armor! Trust few!! Stay special! Stay happy…!! J

Sometimes our life puts forward important questions like ‘What next’? Searching for answers is hard, they come on their own! ‘DREAMS’- They are the ones which keep us on, life turns crucial after your schooling, when whole world runs behind engineers ,docs etc we seldom find ourselves dragged to it. Still our dreams remains “DREAMS” but at some point of life when we realize our happiness was not what we did these years, it’s painful and regretting; yet we carve for our DREAMS, but some gets accustomed to the unhappiness and turns it satisfactory. But think of the other world when those frenzies go past touching your fingers wanting to be called again, but yet again a world of pressure and a year waits. It’s not losing a year but it’s always the thirst we want to quench and dreams waits. Only few take adventure trip and risk their life a year. Nothing can stand a chance as long as there are lots of loop holes waiting to be unlocked. If it’s the passion and dream running through veins-DREAMS will live again. Remember “IF IT ISNT THIS LIFE-then there isn’t any”....So CATCH your dreams for you have only ONE LIFE, ONE DREAM,STAY HAPPY!CHEERS!!! J

12 years I have seen the boy in stripped shirt and red pants. I was in 2^nd grade then. The daily routine of getting late, sleeping till 7:30am,breath taking sprints to catch bus at 8:00am with a banana and bread in my hand…eating my breakfast in bus, having my hair tied up by my friend., Am all set for school. With such a hurry I’ve never had time to face the morning world. Those busy lives, not until when I woke up early a day seeing a dreadful dream. Crying all the way to bus with pale face, Gloomy and sad through the window of my bus. I spotted a boy in stripped shirt and red pants. Form the 1^st sight I knew he was different. A tall fat guy with navy cropped hair, fairly ugly. I used to spot him every day on the same place same time, it became a daily routine. I’m a kid and I grew curios about his behavior. Each time when I see him questions used to pop up in my little mind wanting to ask someone about him. He was definitely different but he had 2 eyes 2 arms and 2 legs and perfect body but still he looked different and i knew it since 2^nd grade. Years rolled on I was in 6^th grade. A year science became a main. I saw the boy in stripped shirt and red pants on the same place for 4 years now. He stands near vegetable shop with the same black bag. That bag was with him in my longest memory. My curiousness was out of mind now! I still knew he was different. A tall fat guy with fairly notable face; “ok” because I got used of seeing him and I don’t find him ugly.

                          One day I spotted him talking to a small kid, a kid up to his knee length. I wondered what the big guy has to do with the small one. May be the kid wants to hit someone down. Can he be that mean? Gosh I never knew. He is definitely different I knew it! May be he hits his school mates too said my friend. It’s undeniable because if his figure. He looked bad, hard, rough and tough. He was pointing at out bus I hid myself behind the pane. God had he seen me peeping out of window for these years? I’m doomed. I’m not going to school I insisted on reaching home (deep in my thoughts it was him all night) I forgot him when years rolled on. I go alone to school. Yes a girl of 12^th grade. It was until a day I saw him again. He was in my oldest memory; the fat ugly guy, tough harsh boy. I was dumbfounded seeing him in those same stripped shirt and red pants with the same old black bag. I recalculated my thoughts when I was in 6^th grade he perhaps looked a grade of 10^th or 12^th, its way time that he passed out from school. The thought revolved around my mind; if I get to see him one last time. I would ask him for sure.

   One day after school I decided to walk the way home. Just wanted my thoughts to be alone, waiting for a private bus is such a bore. It is never on time. A bus named “white Lilly” stopped by, not a familiar bus though. Bunch of children in stripped shirt peeped out waving with smiling faces. They were more like the guy in my oldest memory. I looked them with curious eyes. Their eyes gleamed with innocence. I was watching them with immense pleasure. Out came a foot pressed sand with a prized medal in his hand; He casted a smile on me, an innocent one. He stepped out all the kids in the bus merrily and joyfully waved at him. Some screaming his name “Tejas” surely he was one, without a question answers came on its own, 12 years I‘ve seen that guy not knowing who he was, yet I’ve disliked him of his figure. The very innocent childish face hearted guy turned out to be in “White Lilly” a school for special children. Even if I step out from my school tomorrow this guy would come in the striped shirts and red pants the very next day for what else could he do? There were many like him on the bus with those innocent smiles helping each other get down the bus merrily waving goodbyes. That was his world of innocence pure and peaceful as a white Lilly and yes he was different!! J

                                Years back I stepped into a wonderful place holding my big sister’s hand.  Studies were my 1^st thing. Maths, English,EVS were the subjects of those times. yearning to be class leader, Being that ONE to get notebooks form 2c and 2b, studying in all exams, getting sad for missing greencards by2 or 5. Yes the time when I got my 1^st ever friend @aadila jabeen M 2c rollno 1.. Years rolled down, I met my 2^nd best friend @lia….. time changed from pencil scale to pen and ink rubbers.. Learning to write with pen, teachers fed up by ink sucking children, who ends up claiming the gel pen. Coming to know our seniors when we were in 6^th just knowing them smiling, waving. End of relations. Leading the house members along with respected senior house captains, heads were immensely fun. Playing with pluck cards trying to be serious in all March pasts was difficult for fun loving people.  I still remember the times fooling around at serious times….well yes its getting lengthy enough of  childish stories phewwwwwwwwwww…………fast forward 11^th. There the 1^st person I would ever want 2 say sorry is @himesh gopan….. For 2 years I killed him thoroughly. Taunting him unnecessarily, complaining to teachers that he is disturbing me, sorry edaa :’) my buddies got mixed up in other streams. Now next was how to adjust. Wasn’t hard at all…..!!  The gal who shared my sameee streak was in my class..! Miss @nidhi, together we shared our duty to taunt himesh, then the comfort was my dear buddies ajith arun chakkari( he will kill me if he sees this) 2^nd grade wali friends Vinu Shiva ….then came in the time of records…wholaah @aswin comes to the rescue. Helping me with phy diagrams, creating a bond of friendship with those 4rth benchers chubby,harshan g nambootiri, gokul and many more….though myself a computer student, the opportunity to sit in a bio lab and play kanji curry with bio students was truly a pleasure time. (jeevitathil patila) I loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee @gundu @anki @chanda @soorya @savu @ saru @devi @anu @gopo soo much my favourite ladies of all time :’) most of the time sitting in 1 class…rushing to 12C during free periods…poor, confused teachers ..hah<3  playing BINGO in maths period, eating diary milks the whole day, running away to canteen to fill up our bag of EATABLES, 11^th was fun that was 11th. But the charge of awesomeness was in 12^th!!!!!!!!! My  12B. 1^st row there are the people I mentioned 1^st vinu gokul chubby  and towards the last its Narayan R and AnanthMahadev, sticking on to ground like a snail is himesh to Narayan R. complained teachers( again he disturbs me :P ) Very next is my fav twin bros place along with chakkari aka sabari…innumerous times I yell his name.  Hitting and throwing is him item. Right in front is the holly CAPTAINS bench @vishak Charles akhil, it’s fun to watch them fight, try out aerobics steps. Next is shiva, ramakrishnan’s bench and sometimes Ananthakrishnan sits there…next is our gals rows being a part of 7 gals :P ageless times :D now now yesss its never complete without our all rounder. Universally sought out class leader of all time JITHEESH J ! :D  this status is never complete without Mr @anndu R nair nd @ramachandran my most loveliest favorite crazy streaks.. <3 Together we were always (will be) and playing and taunting the whole periods. 2 years I hve been with them…I would never want to lose theses idiots L . It was hell crazy with these people. Throwing papers, chatting, eating fighting is our thing. Remember our fevicol fight? :’) goshh I wouldn’t be like this without you people..Boredom was out of reach…fun is out of hand….lovely 2 years…paara paara matram ulla lokham. Pani pani matram ulla samayam….being my besties…its only laughs and smilies with you people. @chandu remember  :P ? def gonna miss  frequent stares and smilies and deffff DUSTER fights.. .:’(

Getting back those pieces of friends I always yearned…. + a lootttt moreeeeeeeeeeeeeeee friendsss…pankii, emaanddiii and yesssss @kailas….alwayss my old friends, @dadu nandu, tweety, Sandra, anjana, more… J ……………..wherever they are, God make them happy. God bless you guys... All the best……………………….. VIVA LA 12^th 2013-2014

                                                     

                                                       I am a very cute, friendly girl who just loves to talk and whose heart is so romantic. I always think about my prince charming Romeo! Well my Prince Romeo should be tall, handsome, should have beautiful eyes…oh what more hmmn yea caring and lovable!! And you know what? I find these in my Zac Efron!! Oh I just go crazy and mad on him…Lord his blue eyes. Dad used to make fun of him all the time...And isn’t that mean? Oopy I forgot to say my name! Hey I’m Juliet, 9 years old. Well it’s kind of funny right? People say it suits my character because Lord I’m so romantic. I love my daddy and mommy so much. I’m a single child but lord am not ruined…..!! I love making friends. I play guitar and I’m very sincere with it. I go everywhere alone; the feeling of being independent but my parents’ claim that am alone. Its Saturday today. I just have to get ready to go for my guitar classes. Wow I feel so excited to go all the way to my class…you see 9 years aren’t so common on streets….I go all the way from my house to the junction. There is a big hoarding where they exhibit top actors in Hollywood and Bollywood. Last week it was Imran khan and I wanted to see who it was this time. When I stood in front of the hoarding it was covered with big cloth. Oh I wanted to see it badly…after my class I hurried to the hoarding but to my dismay it was covered with the same cloth again. It was a day with heavy traffic. Since it was hard for a 9 year old to cross the heavy road all by herself I caught a help from a lady beside me. It all happened suddenly. A heavy wind blew and at the same time the old lady caught my hand to cross the road but I stood there still stunt but this was the right time to cross the road but something had pulled me back..I was dumbfounded by his beauty. My lord an over speed taxi nearly hit the lady. I was like what happened? I thanked my lord for everything. For the wind hadn’t blown the cloth from the hoarding it would have never got off….ahhhh it was my Zac Efron...his dazzling blue eyes. OH! If it wouldn’t have him I would have been hit by the taxi. And that’s how HE SAVED MY LIFE……. J