THE PUP IS ALIVE!!!!

I am gory!

I was introduced to a new ME today.

Trying to express my feelings and thoughts in the best possible way but it is turning out to be quite a task today. There's a devil hidden inside each one is what I had heard in the past. Today I realized I have one inside me definitely!

Early morning whilst in the mill of daily routine, I reversed the car. Next thing noticeable was the young puppy's face, blood rushed out its nose and it was breathing heavy, almost snorting in the young lad's hands. It suddenly turned a new born baby curled up in the boy's hands and looked at me with painful, questioning eyes, ones that were hardly open...I looked away, almost on the verge of crying. Instructed the little boy to feed it or give it some water, "In case it's dead bury it properly under the mud and be careful of its mother being around" I told him. Then reversed the car again and drove off.

It would have been easier to deal with the situation had I stopped and took care of the little pup but I didn't, it's been killing me since then. The tears aren't stopping but if only they could heal. Sad but true, I have my hands coloured RED...

Sorry yet irreversible action that can have a lasting effect? Isn't it?

Prayers for the little pup with the hope that it is alive when I reach home in the evening today.

Rains in Vizag!!

Two solitary birds that flew in the distance;
I saw it in their flight,
So real, so sure of themselves.

The Ocean that spread its wings to eternity;
I saw it in the vigour,
that lay deep within.

The overhead sky that cast shadows of the setting sun;
I saw it in the clouds,
so full of confidence.

The plant from the kitchen garden that faught to its roots;
I saw it in its sway,
so swift.

The shriek of the neighbour's daughter who wanted to be let out;
I saw it in her trials,
so wanting to be free.

The trees atop the hill that stood as landmarks;
I saw it in their huddle,
so knit together like family.

The wind that caressed your locks like its darling;
I saw it in its efforts,
to express its heart's desires.

The rain that dreanched you in its hope;
I saw it in the little droplets,
so tiny but so warm!!

It is love that keeps them all at their best.

With love
For the change in weather,
From my much loved home's balcony....

Expression

It's an image, a thought, a present forever sought...
It's a rant, a crib, a pain in the rib...
It's limitless, it's charred, it's bloody hard...
It's vicious, it's prone, it's grit - a stone...
What is it that I write about when thoughts are so clubbed, so squished, so difficult to express.
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Miss Ash!!

I miss you....
When I wake up from the alarm ring,
When I look at your picture on the wall,
When the evening breeze brushes my hair,
When a bad dream wakes me up in despair...
I miss you.
Every time the phone beeps,
Every time at the dining table,
Every time when I spray perfume'
Every time when I'm in the bedroom...
I miss you.
I miss you with each rising sun,
I miss all the fights and the fun,
I miss you every pity, every plight,
I miss you when the sun goes down and I miss you throughout light!

The nuances of being married...

- You get pampered with manicure once in a while.

- Gifts on b'day and anniversary turn out to be better since they are utility items and not teddy bears and perfumes anymore!

- You get to gossip about MIL.

- Get wished on Women's Day whereas Rose Day and Valentines Day become a thing of the past.

- You start losing the remote war and your siblings say they are happier now!

- You need not convince anyone to travel with you anymore, there's always someone waiting for you at home!

- There's always a reliable person to take you back home when you're totally sloshed!!

- Ample lot of cribbing about work can be done without having to think of someone leaking it behind your back.

- You can shout at someone else for losing your tie/ office stationery/ or comb.

- You've got to keep an eye out on your own parents' emotions...

- Money matters!

- You can't be spotted at a Gynae's clinic for your regular check-up.

- Buying good-housekeeping becomes mandatory even if you've never gone beyond the first ten pages.

- People start assuming there'll always be something edible in the fridge...

- You don’t get busier, there are 100 things running on your mind all the time.

- You can read something like this and see yourself laughing rather than taking a pledge that you'd be different when you get married...

- And finally without having coloured your hair grey you are addressed as Aunty/ Uncle


This might hold true only if you have a dear husband/wife who also happens to be your best friend!! Thanks Ash for giving me the inspiration.

Slumdog...Winner

Alright, there are ten nominations for a film that has visible Indian talent and support but I am not too elated at the news. You may call me a cynic but I regret the fact that a wonderful film like, ‘Slumdog…’ will show India in bad light. I agree the term ‘bad light’ might not earn its full credential at the usage but nevertheless it does describe my state of mind at this uneventful situation.

I do understand that it means quite a lot to the whole crew, the music fraternity for A. R.Rahman’s exceptional music but I still can’t get out of my head the fact that Rahman’s given better music at other occasions too; however it went unnoticed in the past. I believe the key to these nominations this time was the fact that the movie had been promoted by a foreign name ‘Fox’ which has undoubtedly been excellent at its job but it raises that prickly feeling of why wasn’t it all ours?

Our talent has once again been exploited to the optimum and we fail to realize the need of the hour is to market ourselves better than what the situation actually is; just like the entire west has been doing…

I am happy, really really happy for people who’d get these awards but really sad for the rest of India which would smile at these nominations and still feel helpless at being able to do nothing about the poverty ridden, uneducated downtrodden Indian society.

If only I could make a difference... perhaps I even feel a tangible jealousy from those directors, writers and producers who got on with this concept and tried to show something so true to the entire world…… :l