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Actualisation !!!

The morning ray
That travels ablaze
To brighten up the whole
To tickle down my soul
The speed that it carries
Does it ever realise this?

The dew on the tip
That floats in a leaf’s rip
The warmth it gives in the cold
The beauty of the sphere it holds
Does it ever realise it?

The Eagle that spreads it’s wing
And the swiftness with which it flies in the wind
The height it hops to in the vast sky
Against the gravity of the land
Does it ever realise this?

I talk to you in my dreams
I feel you by my side in the cold
I smell the earth around when you are near
The fragrance similar to the first rain
There are strings in my soul
Why don’t you play them?
There is music in my heart
Why don’t you listen to it?
The wait, the eagerness, the loneliness,
Do you ever realise this?

 

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Posted by on May 22, 2008 in Heart Felt (Poems)

 

Search for the Perfect (Don’t know what? )

 

Gone are the days….seriously..Those days have actually vanished. This is no joke okk (plz take me seriously, lemme be “serious” just for once)
Gone are the days when a girl (sweet and innocent one at that) used to wait till eternity for an apt soul partner. It started with the not so brave, but yes chocolate boyish prince. The next were the ruthless warriors( all drenched in blood, but still our heroine would embrace him)….and also as a matter of fact…he would surely be heartless and you know…the kinds who would say ” Main is mulk ke liye apni jaan de dunga…hamare chirag ko bhi yahi seekh dena”..uff.. too much drama. Then came the age of the actual professionals. Remember the movies where the bride’s father looks for a  GOVERNMENT Employed daamaad (Plz I do respect the safety sentiment 😛 ). With time the search did shift to the lady’s preference too.
       The pretty girl longed for a MBBS pathi, then an engineer pathi. And if you are ambitious enough in your life then obviously the Crorepathi.
And now it’s the YO age. But still she won’t budge. Ask her whether she would like some one from event management, bang on answer, “I wanna live with him…not meet him in installments.” Ok fine….so you try to arrange a perfect match with an NRI…revolt “Main is desh ko chodkar pardes main kaise reh paungi” (need to feed the pigeons here). But then the TIME has arrived….and our heroine is all smiles…guess why…is it the perfect match?….nopes… It is the exact qualification…bang on…she asked for it..and yes ended with an MBA Pathi. This is no joke….with the kind of revolutionary efforts taken by a few management trainees, this is actually a fact. Whenever my friends tease me, I normally say, ” Hey, main MBA from India ho jaungi at any cost, so mere liye koi GMAT-GRE types dhundna”  😀
      All this may sound crap, but I am perplexed by a mini experience that I had. I was walking down the lane between Welingkar and Matunga station
today morning, and I heard the words, “B-school”, thrice and “GD/PI” atleast 4-5 times. This comes as no surprise since the lane has atleast 3 colleges
in a row. So I kind of understood, that this MBA alliance fad has its roots from college days itself, and grows into a crooked tree. However, the race behind that one post graduation degree is amazing. I am sure more than 80% of the MBA students, don’t know why on earth are they placed in that particular course 😦 . But still there are many good things that this one MBA fever has caused. It actually is helping in national integration…hehe…no jokes….in the ARC(Application Reciept Centre) today there were more than atleast 50 outside Mah students. And also connecting students is one goal this MBA effect has achieved. Best example, whenever I am out (as usual) to attend a GD/PI or submit forms at a B-school, it takes no time for me start off with a conversation…actually a questionnaire: 1. Do you have work ex? 2. Oh Well whats your score? 3. Do you think there are positive chances here? 4. What is your take on this school or for that matter the WHOLE system……..and my favourite question, 5. From which institute did you take training from? (bbk) I have gone through a couple of GD/PIs for the past one-two weeks, and I bet, in each GD no one discussed even one point relevant to the topic. Simple example…”Ideas to create a vibrant and positive India”….no ideas provided, only talks on ammendments. Our future managers have become so stagnant to the routine and sticky with the daily newspaper that they can answer only tailor made questions.
     Whatever the future of the nation be, but I am very sure, the future market for an MBA bride groom is very high. And if you are from Harward/Warton or for that matter some Chinese school….Yan Chang or Kung Fee…please do contact me. 

 

 
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Posted by on May 20, 2008 in Thats Me and my Thots

 

Reminds me of what I should have ideally been !

 
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Posted by on May 15, 2008 in Thats Me and my Thots

 

Strange but True !!!

Everyone must have heard atleast once in their lifetime, “Those were the days”. And yes this would surely continue with great expresions from our side, the yuppies side (you know age gap as they say).
Everytime a senior being utters words like, “We had to live without all this comfort”, makes you yell, ” okk boss its okk you dint have them i have them lemme enjoy, your parents dint have slippers,
but you were previliged to wear them, right?”. Jokes apart (actually Bakwaas apart), today I had the strange feeling that these, so called “oldies” talk about. Colliding with your past.
         Its a known fact that I am addicted to music. For a change thought oof listening to Illayaraja hits. Must say he is an awesome musician. The catch was that, I have been listening and admiring his songs
for so many years, without a clue that he was the one who actually gave life to these songs. One after other songs flowed, all lovely ones, Janani from Bharati, Mauna Ragangal, arangetravelai, and
then came the collision. The movie’s name is Thevar Magan, the song “Potri paadadi ponne”. When I first say the movie, I was a kid, must have followed just something, but later whenever the song
appeared, I still feel the liquid rolling down my cheeks.  
         I was in Madras then (not Chennai obviously :P), at my paati-thata’s place. It used to be such fun, (it stil is) with all your cousins around. Especially Revathy, my best friend, best cousin,
and the best part, we share the same name (Though I am popular as Pavithra there). 15 days or 20 days, din’t matter, coz it ought to be fun. Just strolling in the house, playing paandi, hide-n-seek (it was
a huge antic bungalow). Our nightmares at the backyard. The worst part was that there were cows and buffaloes in the backyard, a huge well and also the toilet (haha). So it used to be a great task to cross
the cattle, then the well and then atlast reach the loo. I can never forget the wackiest experience, one of my cousins pulled a cow’s tail, it just jumped in the air. There was one more time when, I was (in short)
rotating around the house, when the buffalo just broke lose the string and it ran towards me, I could see END, jus a full stop before me then. But hey! this post does not belong to these experiences.
         You know what, I had a fantastic, and awesome, great grandmom, we used to call her kollu paati. She was as crazy about movies, as I am. And she used to buy tickets without, my kollu taata (great
grandpa’s PERMISSION) and we that is me, Revathy, amma, and kollu paati used to just run away in the evening. My Innocent grandma (paati) used to get all the if and but, uffs, etc from her father-in -law.
But we never repented on this. And the theatre, actually it never was a theatre, it is known as a TENT KOTTA, its like a huge tent, where there are huge projectors that display the movie. There were three categories
for seating-the luxury one, which consisted of sofas (with obviously bed bugs); the second option, benches, that would surely give you pain (you know where); the third, best one, luxury to the poor, but to us to
SAND (though there was a threat of scorpians and snakes, but we din’t encounter any). We (read me and Revu) used to pestor, paati for the cheapest one, coz we could lie down and watch the movie. It was never less than
a picnic. Paati used to pack, home made waffers, chips, dosas (imagine dosa for a movie). We usually sat at the end, coz as Kollu paati was orthodox, she would not sit with the others (others=people other than Brahmins),
but we cared little. The next thing was to eat the whole stuff, play on sand, and yes have peeks of the movie too (thats what we paid for right). And then sleep off, Amma used to wake us up after the movie. And as usual we
both used to have a hearty laugh at ourselves. I just miss those days.
         There is no tent now, just flats and buildings over its corpse. And just one phrase “Those were the days, those were the days”.

 
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Posted by on May 14, 2008 in Puppet Show!

 

I am Not Me !!!

 
I am not sure why I have done this again. Time and again its the same mistake. What is the error inbuilt in me?-Expectation. Expecting paradise when its just an oasis, expecting laughter out of a smile, expecting discussion out of a word spoken. Its just not day in and day out, but when it runs through your blood, there is no transfusion of logic or philosophy to help you. The greatest doubt, whether I would come out of this? Can never be explained. I am not sure why I talk to everyone, why I joke, why I smile, why am I writing this post at all….when I am sure that nothing is straight from my heart….its like my mind codes a thought and the lips decode the opposite. There is no connection between the nerves, they just don’t obey my orders. I am still chirpy, I still try to speak a lot, coz silence means I am ill (thats what my well wishers believe). But no one ever imagines and understands how difficult it is to be fake, how difficult it is to try to be myself always. When the abstract noun called Loneliness creeps in, you become so selfish, you think about just yourself. When there is oxygen around why can’t I breath, when there is a crowd around, why do I feel I am all alone amidst the ocean with just the scorching sun to torture.(And yes for all you sweet people in my life…..discussion on this topic is not appreciated…hehe 🙂 )

 

 

 
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Posted by on May 7, 2008 in Thats Me and my Thots