Saturday, December 17, 2011


Yes, I know….I know
It doesn’t seem really good. I have been keeping away from the space for long time. Even I had similar feeling as though I was away from home.  And I know, I love my blog
To all those, who is expecting a good enough text to be read, I apologize. I know I may disappoint you. Yet, I can’t stop writing this.
I am overcoming a ‘phase’, which WILL probably turn out as an interesting piece to write about in the near future. But not now
 However, this post has no intentions and it is nothing more than a scream
The end of week is entirely different from its beginning. And here I add a positive vibration, which I received by mail,
A beautiful wish which goes as


My ink for the day is getting over….
So before that, my wishes to some close to heart 
‘December babies’
Happy Birthday to you as (Advance & Belated)

The End’
 by a song from my list of favorites.

I love its each frame
I wish to visit this church at Alappey. I hope , I will...
Enjoy the break… Happy December :)

Monday, November 28, 2011

What If Mullaperiyar collapses??

Note: The post is not intended to make any kind of animosity with Kerala and Tamil Nadu.  
I pity and feel shame on the ones, who are taking it as a chance to make enmity between us for we know, WE are NOT.
 Well, it has nothing to do with Kerala Vs Tamil Nadu because for anyone who thinks beyond knows, more than all that we are all INDIANS. We need each other and we know, we feel and we sense the ‘togetherness’
We experienced it many times before. We fought against all the threats together, with one soul and one heart, hand to hand.  Take it, Tsunami or Terrorist attack. We learnt how critical those were and even when we had tears, yet to wipe about them, we stood together, fought together. 
BUT know, now, what if, Mullaperiyar collapses??
Less than 4 million victims from the districts of Idukki, Kottayam, Pathamthitta, Alapuzha and Thrisur, despite education, power, wealth, fame –the corpses of millions float near and around, homes, fields, streets and everywhere. The city of Cochin will be under Arabian Sea and the Kerala will stand still. Port City of Cochin will not be in world map anymore.Fear to live a Life in uncertainty over the lives of our dear ones and possessions is the worst thing, a human (if human) can ever have. 

If disaster hits Cochin...( Vyttila Junction). A foreseen painting
Our friends and relatives say, “We sleep in fear without knowing whether we will be alive to see next sunrise ”. 
Who can tell us whether we will survive tomorrow or not?
Other than to pray for innocent souls (yes even, I include them) and to express as writing like this, strike through the disaster words, what else can I do?!

From the date world has begun, Politics exist and it will continue. But we will not be able to fix a price for the millions of mortals, who are going to be with the soil nor can we give back the loss of sanity of millions of fathers, mothers, husbands, wives, brothers and sisters upon their death of dear ones??

And we still continue to pledge, “All Indians are my brothers and sisters”. Is this our brotherhood?  Do something brothers, sisters and our dear politicians (of both  the states), if you have a little humanity remaining in YOU.We know, YOU are safe, but not US. 
If not , none other than God would save Kerala. After all, it is God’s own country. 
My request to all who reads this, 
"Please raise your prayers to get us mercy and save our LIFE" 


PS: The Tamil (Malayalam) actor, Sarath Kumar deserves our applause for he has expressed    his willingness to be a mediator to resolve the issue. He has the sensibility to say something like this.  

                                       A must watch video         


 P.S.S: I know it is very much a negative post. But there are times, we have to gather all negatives and dump it away to get the positives. 

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

'Hit and Miss' Thoughts

 These are the days, my head and mind are full. My heart keeps filling them with no stop and I can sense the overflow. The random and unrelated thoughts are hitting me now and then. I know, I will lose it, if I don't pen them down. After all, which else would be the best place to dump them out other than my home, my blog?

Randomness is Beauty :)

Yes, this is my HOME and I hope you all have seen a new member on the top right corner of my blog, Miss. CHAKKI.  For all who still wonders (without seeing her), who she is, I clear you; she is my pet, my tiny little cat, chakki (poocha).  I have adopted her from bunny labs and named her Chakki.If you want to play with her, move your cursor to her, click on her and she will jump out of her basket with a “Meow” sound. 
But please don’t take her away.
Click back again on her cage and make sure that you get her back home. 
She is too naughty and so may climb upon the next blogger's, coconut tree :P
So don't leave her thereby and go 

I showed Chakki to my mom and all she said is 
“Why do you want a cat anymore in real? You got an awesome one. She shrieks, she jumps, she curls her tail, she gives you winks and what not!” I loved my mom’s words."
  Even if my blog flourishes or withdraws, Chakki will stay on the right hand corner of it. I will never delete my blog nor set my home on fire, because she is there. I have to take care of her, more than I do myself. I love her.
 So hereafter wards, all the visitors who come to my blog, 
bring my Chakki’s favourites; biscuits and coconut crumbs

 Remember, it is time.....time to get a life,
 ~when you stay half asleep throughout the day and half awake through out the night
~when your Breakfast turns to be your Lunch and Lunch turns to be your Dinner
~when your mom asks you, ‘what were you doing staying awake till 3am ,your dad calls you and says, "You are actually lazy in the head.You know you have lot to do, yet you do nothing."
~when you are mad at something and do not even know the reason WHY.
~when others tell you ‘Goodnight’ and you know that you are going to stay insomniac
~ when you ask too much questions to yourself and others for which you already know the answer
~when you know you have “something” in you, which others do not have and you set on in search of that “something”

 But nevertheless, I love them and still I want to stay insanely sane (for the time being at least)

 There are some-things I love to revisit to. There are few books, poems, many songs, and lot of movies; I go back to again and again an each time they give me different answers
.They take the charm out of my heart, when I am happy. They get out my tears taking away the pain out of my chest, when I am sad.I can listen to a song at night that can make me smile and cry at the same time.Nothing gives me much happiness than me discovering a new track and knowing that I am falling in love with it. It can never go jealous. It never backstabs me. It stays with me all the time and sings to me as much as times I want. Whatever I do, whether I am working or dreaming away, whether I am awake or asleep, it keeps on playing.

I am blessed. I feel, I see, I hear ….and I love my sense intact!!
 I live. I exist.

P.S:  I see that there are lot of visitors and page views on my blog.I am happy about it. 
  Yet followers....not so happy. I know you view, you read... then why don't you follow.
       A dedication for all music lovers...

Sunday, November 20, 2011


With no prologue, no names, I begin. All about HER.
Not many words. . Her name speaks for her. And it is SHE.
Do you know her? Probably, not.
 I wish I could tell you a story about her. But I can’t. 
I don’t know her fully.
As no one knows about her fully, I take liberty to write about her and this is dedicated to HER.

This is for HER, who possessed mysterious eyes, sensuous lips and played with clips and bands. Yes, the one who loved bangles and earrings. The one, who lived between colors and flowers & talked to HER
 “Guardian Angel”,

This is for HER who dumps her negativity at night, somewhere in the middle of dark, may be through a pen or paper or even between the spaces of those keys, when her hands move to type.  HER place can be a Blog or Diary or even a Text message she sends. Yet all loved those, for it stringed an air.
At times, wetting her pillow with tears and she loved them both
the pillow as well as her tears

If we look into HER words, we will know that she is somewhere between smiles and tears, sorrow and joy, shore and sea, earth and sky, rather dreams and reality.
she herself doesn’t know where she is. Struck between the edges of Yesterdays and Tomorrows, she lives HER Today’s’.

Men fell for HER easily, but she always walked away their hearts pushing them away, knowing that they would make love to her but nobody would ever love HER. SHE said it is the raw passion and desire, all men felt for HER. SHE passed across the vulture eyes alone, all alone.

But now ask HER to talk about something and she tells you all about LOVE and Him. Is she in Love?  Nobody knows the answer.
SHE often said, “No man is born to touch my soul”

Yet, SHE believeD in Love and took the way as it is. HE may not be HER’S, yet SHE loved him
SHE puts up a brave face, not because SHE is happy but because she doesn’t want others to laugh at HER irony. SHE is the girl who wanted to grow up and yet wanted to remain as a Child
SHE is the girl who loved HER mother’s cradle as well as loved to cradle HER man.

SHE - the one who got obsessed with impossibilities, and longed to possess them all. SHE is the darling to many, pampered by all, yet she ran away from all of them, just because she lived on her OBSESSIONS

And she dreamed of  Paradise :)

SHE wanted to be loved, loved in secret because SHE loved secrets 101.
SHE loved those seven nights. SHE smelled jasmine. SHE clicked the old woman, next her door. SHE talked to those puppies and cats, which lay on the road.

 SHE loveD herself strangling between the sureties and uncertainties, tossing the head and tale of a one rupee coin often, “He loves me” or He loves me not” And she smiled, when it tossed, “He loves me”.
SHE loveD a man, who smiled to see HER go confusing yet loved loved and loved HER for coming HOME to him. The girl, who loved to lean on his chest and whisper, “I love you”, but never dared to live with him,.

This is my girl (as I write I love HER) who went blind to all those who spoke high and low about HER. The one, who continue staying as the MOON when street dogs barked and giggled, SHE knew what SHE possessed. SHE loved to laugh at the many who envied HER because SHE knew SHE possessed a man, the eyes and a pen,  wHat others would envy for.

She loved rain but never wanted to get wet.
She loved to take coffee but little, a little

SHE yelled, cried, smiled, laughed, kissed, loved, possessed all doing at the same time. She lived in extremes, unlike poles, ironies, paradox, love, hate, tears, smiles, moments and distance. ,

SHE never unveiled herself. SHE was weird and she found  a weird pleasure to stay so


And NOW see what Sigmund Freud, (our own Father of Psychology) has to tell about HER

“The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is "What does a woman SHE want(s)?"

Yes SHE is a WOMAN,
 neither I nor You or Him, knows

p.s:  My favorite song for HER, Which else would perfect HER other than this

SHE ran away in her sleep
Dreamed of para- para- paradise

Para para paradise

Para para paradise :) :)

Wednesday, November 16, 2011


The next day morning was his flight. She knew that this was the moment; she had to bid him Adieu. She won’t get to see him for so many days. She knew, she was going to miss his calls, his text messages, his kisses and he himself. The presence of others, never allowed them to part with a hug or a kiss.
She felt horrible and thought, “God, you must not put any lover into such worst moments!”
 Giving a last stare, pouring all her love to him straight from her eyes, she walked away like that, never wishing him a “Happy Journey” or saying him a “Goodbye”.
She knew she couldn’t. He looked at her last time, long enough to make her feel uncomfortable till he comes back.

The only thing that meant it is a part of her life is that she kept thinking about it

 As soon as she stepped out, she received a message, “It is pain, leaving you. Miss your hugs, my love”. The message could fetch her tears rolling down on her cheeks. She had not realized till that time, how much she liked him.

She walked back home alone. Her mom asked her so many things but she never heard. Her mind was completely dominated by his thoughts.

“Will I be his thoughts these days? Will he forget me?” she worried herself.

Her mom called her to have her favorite dinner
She said, maaa, I am not hungry. I don’t want”.

 She had not taken any food. She couldn’t close her eyes. Those were the moments, even he realized, how much he loved her. Both of them didn’t sleep. They were chatting through texts. Her inbox was full. Yet she didn’t want to delete any of the messages, because those were his.

And he sent her the last message, "Boarding dear. I will call you. Miss you”

 She went numb for few seconds. She felt as if they both were the only humans lived on earth.She went out, but he was not there to tell her Take care honey”. It was boring, going to restaurants without him, not sipping the same cup of coffee together. 

She waited for him to call but he didn’t call even once. His mom called her up and conveyed the message that he had asked how all of them were. She wondered why he didn’t call…

She did so much of things the whole day. She read books. She listened to music. She went out with her mom for shopping but missed sharing them all with him. They had so much in common, yet invariably different. They were unlike poles, yet got attracted. They were two extremes, who ran parallel. They were two imperfects, but together the perfect. She didn’t feel to talk with anyone else. She wondered if she had anyone other than him with whom she could be so comfortable. He had been her right hand, her pillar. She missed getting angry on him for silly reasons, their fights and those moments of reconciliation.  

Everything appeared to her lifeless except her mobile phone. Shee waited to hear it ringing on his call; she stared to see his message flashing on it. But there was nothing.
She took her purple diary and wrote,

“Dear diary, I miss him badly. Why is he not calling? Has he forgotten me? I have a low self esteem. I will do whatever he wants. Ask him to call me once, just once. I beg you.”

Despite, being on the dreamy end of the world, HE longed to be back with her. He looked at her pictures every time and couldn't help think, “how beautiful, my girl is”. He could never find any other woman as amazing as her.The days were dreary for him without his angel. He planned to surprise her. There was her in everything he did. All he could realize was that his flirting had turned to love; it was no more flirting but he was in LOVE.

.....And finally her love sick mobile gave its ring and it was him calling from an ISD number. All the butterflies of earth were on her stomach. She was too nervous, quivery and picked his call. She had lot to be accused on him. But she forgot everything and was completely lost in the moments
She said, “Love you so much. Come back to me!”  .  
Sounded from her soul, it echoed to the other end of his dreamy world..

And they learned, "Distance can't separate Hearts"

 P.S : Dedicated to all, who flirts. Beware, you may fall one day. Don't blast   
        your head interpreting, "what is this all about"! 
        It comes from the love, in and around my world :P

Monday, November 14, 2011

Turning 25

Do you know, what is my biggest achievement on Birthday?

I have become a girl, who can shamelessly acknowledge on my blog that I have turned 25 on the 12th of November. Being back to the space, which I myself consider as Home, it is time to reflect upon the moments of 'Turning 25'.

As usual, I received messages and calls saying, Happy Birthday to You
The people from whom I expected a call, never called and wished me. But the ones from whom I least or never expected it, called and wished me. That makes much difference. Hope you got it….

A Facebook friend has drawn my picture and gifted me. He made my eyes look wonderful and I fell in love with it. 

A friend has written a poem about me. Though his sister writes poems so beautifully, I never thought that he would posses the trait. But he proved he has. I love its rhythm

Many Happy returns of the Day…

May you Rock and Party Dance and Sway…
And all the Gods In Many Heaven Pray

That more should be Bestowed Like you
For people like us to, remain without a clue…

For all I know That I am incomplete awe…
And accept to the fact  that you deserve a bow…

Not cause the beauty you have
That would be an understatement
Because of the generosity with
Which you rave…

For 12th November I would like to thank Christ…
Because of him both of us had a direct trust

Would never like to bid adieu…
Cause people like you are few…

Lines and emotions which written above
But can never match yours…
Cause I am an Eagle and you a Dove….

But your Birthday would always
Make me happy and Act as Cure

I hope this has  brought a smile…
Cause for me to learn it will take a while

Nonetheless its you who is my Benchmark
So even if I aim at the stars I will reach river Nile….

Many more Happy Returns of the Day….

Some of my friends have wished me so wonderfully

I have received the gifts before and after my Birthday….
 I was told,what  has happened on birthday follows me throughout the year and I managed not to get up from my bed till :P
My two Birthday dresses were red in colour. I am crazy enough to associate the red to 25
A rose is a rose is a rose. I got a bouquet of 25 red roses, which I had further presented to Mamma Mary & Jesus of Room No 20 (which is my own room)
 I had few extraordinary hours on the day, which I would like to term as MYSTERY
One of my Best Friends’ wished me by the end of the day and I love it.

 'Turning 25' - Underlined Thoughts

1) You both have made me what I am. Even if I yell at you, fight with you or push you away, you both love me unconditionally. I may not have become what you wanted me to be. But wait for that day; I will make you feel proud of me – your one and only proud daughter.

2) How happy the life is to go without Marriage! :)

3) Our Friendship - I just can’t talk about us in words, it is just beautiful.

4) For few scandal mongers - Don’t take my silence for granted. I know to put down you in the way you think. You don’t have anything to do in my life. Just get lost from my way

5)  I will become Dr.Ashitha Varghese by my next birthday

 6) If I can create a blog, add widgets and gadgets  with head full of patience and emerge out my creativity , I can do pretty much anything into my life, if I put my mind to it.

 7) Mobile phones and internet can be numbness at times. Sometimes, it is nice to be totally disconnected with the world, except from YOU, YOU and YOU too

 8) I am happy about a Brother and Sister (gonna be sister-in-law), whom I got at 25

 9) Remember it is 25, not 2+5

 10) And now I am lost in the A.R.R’s magic of Rockstar. It is not just 5 or 6, but 14 tracks of single album.Listening to them makes me believe that I still exist. Absolutely in love with you A.R.R <3

P.S: Nothing, but randomness.Will come back with a READ enough post soon :)

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