Déjà Vu

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

Its not I forgot you nor i ran out of poems or articles,its just i don't update anymore. yes you.will I ever forget you? i think about you almost 3153600secs....but time. I know everybody has got only 24 hours but its the amount of work you have, it is inversely proportional to the work load. As the workload increase our time decreases. in short i didn't forget you.. and that's it!

with lots of sugar coated melon dipped strawberry love
Sruthi... :)

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

Her face in the shades

With long hair curled in

How much more should she be beautiful?

Shiny eyes, glowing face in the candle light..

The eyes which meant a lot

Proud- may be of her beauty!

Hard not to envy;

Can one live with beauty alone?

Or does it matter to a blind?

Senseless world, lying mirrors; comforts?

Broken chandlers and pieces of vision?

But what’s her beauty when she could only hear them?

Watching her fingers move across her face

From forehead it starts down it wiggles round

Stops to touch her nose

Sharp and lean claimed by many

Again it went

It stops only in the lips

Drawn by god himself with lightest pencil….

But what’s her beauty when she could only hear them?

Sometimes in life we have to deal with awfully lots of people....people with varying characters to moody ones...dealing with everyone in the same way is hard..but trying makes a lot difference! We behave nice to people without expecting but expecting a bit more courtesy in return is a right! ... believing the ones who is close is wrong option cause sometimes life gives us a chance to be strong. You can be fooled once, twice or thrice...but making it a forth time is our failure .Trying to convince lies to the ones who has so trust in you is a bad option.life is simple...its just we people who make it complicated...enjoy the life to the fullest. expect less. keep the smile..and spread the ...Tip of the day!! cheers!

Those were the two things man needed the most; Soul and heart.

He need both to be Teresa but

To be a slaughter he needs nothing just his own words of swords….

Heart which has those eyes

Piercing through the human Minds

Knowing the hard time

The destiny remained untouched….

Teresa she served others,

For slaughters take their life…

Blood on blood!

Pound on pound!!

Screams go unheard!!!

Finally it’s only our blood, our pound on the weigh

Weighing more or less...

Yes! It’s only us and us and us!!!

Shhh!!Be silent…can you hear what I hear?? I know you can’t hear them the way I do…they speak of all kinds of things. “Thoughts” they are uncontrollable. Don’t you think so? Some people think before going to bed or while travelling…well I prefer the 2^nd one...Talking to myself! Well to b precise fighting over my thoughtless minds. When the winds brush up my hair; thoughts gently pass by me, travelling is fun. But to an unknown land phew. How exciting is that? But it’s even wackier when the place doesn’t exist!! See talking to one self is fun. All can aboard into my thoughts….time is endless; fun has no boundary; talking unlimited! I founded this skill on talking to oneself when I was in 11^th grade. Boring lectures with pin drop silence, what else can we do in a dangerous situation like this? “Talking to oneself” fine!!No one’s going to charge you nor going to end up outside principal’s office. Oopsyyy now my thoughts are screaming out…shhh…..be silent!!

While winding the grandpa clock

The mouse ran up to the clock

Today jack trembled down the hill again.

The London Bridge has finally completed

Its work in a hope that it would not fall again!

The girl with chubby cheeks have triple chin now.

Humpy dumpty’s pieces have gone missing after the great fall.

1, 2 buckle my shoes has completed 2 decades but still the rhyme could be heard in minds of millions of toddlers.

Mary’s lamp gone missing; meanwhile the pussy landed in London to visit the queen.

New version of twinkle- twinkle little stars amazed the new generation kids, but the author is quiet upset about the remake.

The hot cross bun seller has been caught for adulteration!

Johnny's grandson lied to him.

That’s all for today’s news. This is me Robin Hood signing off with Mary’s lamp!!

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On this day if i remember correctly..... exactly this day...i made you...the very time.....11 afternoon....:))

The sun is smiling just like you!!! Cause it’s a happy happy teacher’s day. To our dear computer teacher who is the software of 11B; whose eyes are webcam, whose words are our commands of 11++ program. Even though you are the hard disk of our hearts we still love you for being a good supporter. The 1^st time we met you, we knew deep in our heart that you were a limited edition but you were like NOKIA 1100. We know this letter is stupid but we are sure nobody has ever written you a letter on this day. You deserve this wish. Happy teachers day again!!!!

The world seems cruel with these sweet people around in this generation or yuga; “KALYUG”- where Kalki comes in white horse, with red shawl. Who has seen the past to predict future? The time has finally arrived when the world will meet its end, soon with no time the screams of people will be piercing through our ears, the roads cracked open to see the other part of so called ‘world’, there lies all the demons and devil….waiting for us with smile on their face. On the other side the heaven seems fresh with welcoming hearts, just pure minds came in. the hell was full; whereas the heaven left untouched. But why?! Was earth full of demons? Does it matter?!The thoughts struck me last night! Why people do sins on purpose? What forces them?! What kind of sins!? Can’t point any…but still, this is Kalyug where cruel people are sweet. Sweetness means bitter with extra swords pricking; each time when we speak!!Practically killing others with their latest ATTITUDE. Attitude means carrying phones with headsets or ear buds! Drinking kickass drinks smoking hell out!! Still the cries go unheard…but this is Kalyug where cruel people are sweet! – Kalyug Released

ONE HELL OF A CRAZY WORLD ;) ^_^

Flying away to the unknown world

World which is my own; where I’m the only creature!

Flapping my wings to catch the air

Using my horn to pluck flowers

The 1000 eyes in one ball;

Hearts with 3 chambers!

Living in land and water!

What was I? A fly frog or a bird?

Ho! Ho!

I rule my world

Where I’m the only creature

Will I survive or die??

The unreal world of my comfort

Where I rule the world

The Macs lended their ears for the rain couldn’t hear!

Mystery binds again where history lays untold

Where do I live? In history or mystery?

Flew away to that unknown world

Preached for salvation

With 5 red roses!

World which is my own where I’m the only creature!!

Ho! Ho! Ho! What a wonderful world!!

There was this time when I used to lose an eraser each day; not even that innumerous number of pencils which had eraser at the end…Ma used to say they were special as they were especially brought by my Dada who is always special. Fights and screams over pencil eraser and scale were common in 1^st grade. I don’t even know who steals my eraser scale pencils with eraser at the end. As a matter of fact I suspect Raghav who sits next to me; even though he stays calm and quiet; while I am away to wash my hand he throws my box away and eats my snacks. I don’t know when this grudge started. I don’t even remember the time I talked to him. He is so nasty. I used to complain about him to everyone and yap that’s why I got this name “COMPLAIT BOX”!! Err!! I hate it when he calls me that!
Time passed from eraser scale to pen and ink rubber; still Raghav was in my class….the same irritating friend of mine. I never did like his character. I have many friends in school and the best ones where Gyara and Tyana… oh! I just love their company..; once Gyara gave me this pink box with Pretty flowers on it!! As usual Raghav threw it away..!! Ah it was sudden reaction. I reacted furiously unknowingly I shouted at him; which was never meant to happen. That made everything worst. After all years silence broke. Something burned between us; a flame; with no time the fight turned worse. A complete silence started; it turned out to be ego; a fight between two minds. The time went by; got shuffled. Gyara and tyana in one class and me in other…it was hard at 1^st as I was never used to it…err Gyara and Tyana used to tell me about the good old times which made me more depressed; even the fights made me mad and unhappy most of the days! Left me screaming…I complained to the teacher that NO more RAGHAV.
There was this time I got so depressed by the chaos I cried like anything. How much more could I stand??All the time I kept quiet when I lost an eraser, pen and ink rubber! I couldn’t stand a bit; for am a 10 year old girl who has the right to speak as a citizen….but speak to whom? My politics text didn’t explain that. I cried and cried until I was tomato red! Best part was I didn’t have my lunch as I was fast asleep in my bench with pink box as pillow. I couldn’t sleep well as I was disturbed by the same old Raghav. This time he ate my lunch claiming that he was hungry. Then what was I?? A vessel with a hole? Won’t I get hungry? I started crying. To my surprise he gave me a chocolate, it was struck with dead ants…I didn’t take it. Went back home; sat back relaxed and thought… a sweet girl like me didn’t take the old candy? Was I mean?! Didn’t it affect my sweet image?! Ma gave me 2 special pencils; I gave 1 to Raghav to show am sorry…wahh he didn’t take it…!!Err! Where in the world I thought to give him my special pencil? I have been a fool of all time. Fool with extra ‘o’s. Regret, regret, regret I wish I could go back to 1^st grade with Gyara and tyana….
Days passed and I don’t remember losing my pen and rubber most of the days. Raghav; he don’t irritate me now…he kept quiet most of the days….I asked him why he don’t irritate me; he didn't reply instead opened the pouch in his bag. and you know this guy always surprise me. The pouch was filled with eraser, scales with my name on it..!!Oh my god I screamed my nuts out….my forever lost special pencils with erasers at the end. This boy Raghav has kept all those pen and my special pencils for all those years? He didn’t mean to steal all those things on purpose? But why? Oh I was screaming seeing my favorite pink eraser that Tyana gave me!! Oh I missed it so much! I asked him why he has done all this? He said once he asked me this pink rubber and i didn’t give it. From that day onwards he decided to steal my erasers and stuff, for all these years he is telling me this now? This was the grudge he was having against me?? An eraser? I don’t even remember those days at 1^st grade as I was busy crying. I started laughing like anything I gave my pink eraser to him and told him to take any of the erasers he liked. And Wola! From then on, there was no stealing. There came to an end of the story of SCREAMING STARLETS who kept on screaming happily ever after!! J

The beautiful music woke me up, the same beautiful piano piece. The mist fell on the piece of holly earth. The wind blew harder said a voice….I could hear everything. I heard them saying “it will be alright” everybody does so. I felt the heat on my whole body. The very next day I heard shrill cries. I couldn't guess what happened out there. People were shocked I knew it. I felt restless, I kicked hard, and I heard a cry. And yes there is my favorite music again; with no time I fell into deep dreams. Unseen whispers lead me to the vision from heaven, I still remember the day fighting with God to let me come to this holly land; he tempted me saying untruthful stories. There were millions and trillions like me. He said they laid us on silk and covered us with jewels and gold when we were born; not even that love will be splattered all on us. Greed came to me for the love….I woke up with screaming sounds; felt as if I outgrown, needed more space…screams calming that I should me killed. I didn't understand at first. They started saying I would ask for gold, dresses and other materialistic things when I grow. But how will they know it? What I wanted the most was just splattered love over me….curious where evil minds I heard the music again…flash of a bright light and I laid still never waking up from that sleep…

Let me tell you the story of a prince who throbbed for a lady fox!!!

He was the prince with wealth and health

Who fell in love with a cunning fox

Seducing him with her miss perfect looks;

Cunningness and magic spells;

The woodland prince

Swayed away by her beauty!

Not knowing the scars
that wouldn’t heal;

Knowingly jumped into

An empty pit of her life...

Will never return; the rabbits and squirrels of his childhood told;

The world looked beautiful;

The droplet seemed rain;

Days to seasons went by;

Scars got deeper and deeper

With no veins;

Stainless blood spattered on the floor

The love went deeper

The lady fox screwed to the tip

With no emotions or love

Ditched the prince

Everything meant perfect for him..

Sweetness of the bitter fruit;

The seeds which never grew;

Buried his past in soil

Scars awaited to be healed

He was the Prince

With wealth and health

Who fell for an ungrateful lady fox!!

(A poem against Water Pollution!!Save water!!Save Life!!)

Tapping my fingers to

Count the rain drops

Repeated once, twice, thrice;

Millions and trillions it went by.

Knocking one another

Showing arrogance with pleasure

As this is how I was;

The wind blew us close

With whooshes and drizzles;

Filled the heavenly earth

With holly water;

Down they went so deep;

The roots of desert plants

Couldn’t reach;

As this is how I am!

Again they went

Hand in hand with a river which

Came by my way from

The mighty Himalayas;

Poured in and out the sea;

Along with plastics and tins

Like a garbage bin;

As this is how I will be!

They love to use me;

Yet they forbid me to be clean!

For I have become a sin

To millions now; it is all

How I was!

How I am!

How I will be!!

(A real departure)

I started my journey from platform no: 1…Jamaica was not so crowded but lonely station with 2 platforms...I usually wake up late and hurries to work. Platform no: 2 it was Jamaica - Heera express arrival 8:00 and departs at 8:30 says the information bar. I generally occupy myself in the general compartment where the tea sellers, newspaper sellers, magazine sellers and with very other local people. As days passed my working place has been shifted. It was from Heera to Matgav. It wasn’t hard to move my small cage as I was a free bird…
Heera; the most beautiful,ever shining,exotic place I have ever seen, it isn’t the charm of the new city.In fact its the people there in that busy station. All the garbage bags lying here and there adjusting themselves to make piles. Rotten vegetables, snacks, dogs running behind those piles, dead crows on tracks probably died of electrocution. Well my 1^st day at Heera station was really awkward, I was bit confused; but you know you can always ask for a hand to the Station Master. The Heera-Matgav train arrives by 8:00 and departs at 8:30. So I started my 1^st journey from Heera railway Station platform no: 2; ! !choo choo the train started off with puffing steam; making scrappy noises with a rhythm which later has became my heart beat....
The platform no: 2 made me remember those days at Jamaica, the fruit sellers, vendors who kept on serving me with titbits. My co passengers…..ha-ha it’s a lame joke talking about them. They were engaged in all sorts of works from chattering to gossiping and talks on current issues. Then enters the ticket checker with smiling face and does his daily routine. After that most of my co passengers gets off at next station and I reach Matgav by 9:30; my boss was ok if I pull down lately as I was always keen on my work and completed it on time. I rush to catch train; eve hours are so hectic and busy. I reach home myself feeling very tired…days became months and I started liking that business. My co passengers became my friends, same travelers on most of the days; our compartment has become like an examination hall. Everything fits in. the station master as our guide; teacher, and my co passengers as my friends. Years passed so as my journey; travelled in and out through the beautiful place, met beautiful people that made my life beautiful. I traveled upon platform no: 3 and 4 like an innocent child; looked forward in platform no: 5,6 and 7. Busy days never exhausted the love for my life. It was when I entered platform no: 8. I discovered whole new people mixed with many familiar faces, my old passengers were in next bogie. It was hard for me at first as I was used to the chimes of the old people and chatters of teen girls about their daily topics. Well I had to adjust and came to a conclusion that am using this train to travel and not to make friends. But somehow I couldn’t resist myself being a silent bird. Gradually without much time I gathered friends.

2 years passed and I have never known the value of those rusty rails and pricking noises unless the departure has finally arrived.Yes, Departure from platform no: 10 it was. 9 years of travelling from this same platform; just as my life taught me nothing remains same. Time has come for this beautiful place to become an unforgettable memory. Going myself to a distant land…it won’t be meeting new people but of meeting strangers. The laughs and chats I have heard on this compartment leads to a path of memory. Hard to say goodbye as I was waving hi to a new land with enlightening thoughts. This Is my life turned out more like a busy worker who travels daily by rails even though I myself was a kid studying in grade 10; waving goodbye to station master, ticket checker and my co-passengers like a departure from platform no:10.......

Ashes of roses

Alone I stand with

The prized medal in my hands….

He casted a smile on me in the memorizing world…

The round eyes spoke a lot…

The charm of a seedling sprout…

With hope as tender;

And eyes as roots;

A day’s love it is;

Forever shining; I thought;

As his hands fell into clutches of his life…

Time paused; asked myself…

Was it “just” a day’s love?!

The craziest thing happened...!there was a time when the post men came on bicycles....and the 10th results came by morn....now facing this time...the holly results coming @ night..!!phew..!!Crazy times..!! ;)

Worn out were those magical

Fingers I met;

The sign of experience

Struggle and vigorous passion!

Not born for those magical touch; one said

Others agreed not knowing beneath;

Soft and fragile were those fingers at first;

Showed nothing but passion to live…

Live like no writer has ever written a story about life;

Phases of life changed

Like seasons;

Time went out and grabbed

Those talents;

Like an aimless creature;

People knocked down their thoughts and

Named him almighty...

People who once criticized him

With tears of anger;

Who labeled him as the deadline

Ran behind him for fame

Better the world of animals,

Than living like humans;

Hunting their own species

In the name of “survival”;

Worn out were those

Finger I met;

Which was the

Sigh of aging, with experience and vigorous passion to live..!

Departure....

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He saved my life.........!

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Lady Fox...;)

From me to you...!!

Departure from platform no: 10...

A day’s love...:)

Craziness :P ;)

Worn out...

Peek Throughs !!

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