Aji

I learnt how to respect elders,

i remember that you wrote me letters

i also remember u said it once...

"even wen ur loved ones gone...

strive to learn more and grow to be strong"

Now i know how difficult it is

than to just quote things up n sit idle as it is,

Its goin to be hard,

to live without you on my part...

but here in this piece

i'd give you a promise

i'l everyday be honest with my work...

to give justice to ur speeches tht on my ears still lurk.

to b able to smile when i dream n see u

to make ur soul happy wile u think of me weneva ya feeling blue

Now that u r free

from all the worldly misery

i'd just ask for things u used to give me

i need your blessings Aji

The Rain Of Madness...

A croaking frog,
Comes out in the bog.
Million-legged vermins,
Big, old ants with special seasonal wings.

Clique of moths 'roun the glowing lamp,
Camouflaged bugs giving a look so blank.

Smell of wet soil,
Mixed with that of maimed insects' pile.

Enormous growth of unwanted weeds in your garden,
Lush green leaves ..no dust having on 'em laden.

That sensation of tackiness
Moisture in air and natures loveliness.

Pure wee drops of water,
Falling on face,,your heart they flatter.
Wetting the two glasses of spectacles while blurring your vision,
Making you run under a shade in sudden quick succession.

How badly you need a cup of coffee,
And then the longing to have plateful of bhajiyas you see!

The way you miss that special someone,
Moments of bliss coming with hiding sun.
How you brood over things that someone said,
Then you sing to cherish the time together you've spent.

Night lullabies of nature,
Some indecipherable declaration the clouds then utter.

the super-harmonious sky...
Higher in dreams i fly...

O my goodness,
This rain of madness

Aaie..I don't want to go...

The time to leave home,
For me has apparently come,
Will see you soon..said a sweet cute chum.

Is it a story bygone,
When I said my room...
It used to be back in my home.

By the simple expedient
Of the rules of world,
Babies have to leave someday,
Nest of the mother bird…

Cry will I, don’t want to go,
Though I had known about this
From the interlude,
When I still had to grow.

I will miss your voice
Embodying the acerbity
About all the slack and loathe
Encountering me.

I will miss those caring pats on my back,
I will miss those taunts for being so fat.

I will miss being in a place
Where I feel so sheltered.
I will miss singing in that balcony
So eye-fillingly well-favored.

Yes I know I’ve got to go,
But can’t stop myself from saying, No,
Mom I don’t want to go…:’(

Just a thought :)

The day before was my farewell(dont want to leave the school :(()I have had such great friends and such wonderful teachers.Not all of them are in my hot-list but some who are, hold a high position in my life and i owe them everything that i will achieve in my career.
Comin back to the thought which moved my spirit and made me hold this smallest pencil one can ever find and writing this stuff.Am too lazy that way to get up and find another pencil...sharpen it,sharpen it,sharpen it,sharpen it and go on sharpenin it....because i invariably rick it so hard that the lead breaks.Duh!Oh NO!! comin back to the point...i was tryin to do that...heheh.
Hm...so, i was wearin a saree.Kinda lookin good (for the first time in life).And everyone complemented me for it.Then went to the school to attend the super senti farewell and then in the post party.Enjoyed myself a lot :).A huge lott.
When i came back home,Ammaji(one who cooks yummmm food for us)...Ammaji ne meri Nazar Utari :) :) :)
I do not believe in superstitions.And earlier when someone did that(nazar utaarna),i used to laugh it off.This time just a thought struck my blustery but lovesome head.Wait i'l tell you the whole process...
Ammaji took out a glob of conflated wheat flour,made me sit in the chair,bent a bit and turned the lump of flour around in a circular manner..my torso being the center.Did it for 21 times...and burnt the flour.To bug her a bit,i asked what according to her must have happened after she did it all.She said'when i burn the lump of flour,all the malefic stuff inside you is burnt'.I beleaguered her till the time she admitted that it was stupid to do it anyway.After that i was in quite a good mood.Just then it occured to me that it was a Veryy sweeeet attempt to pray for my well-being.:).
This superstition might have been just a deportment to show that the other person prays for you to save you from the evil bids,which was so much liked by people that they too did it everytime.Converting it into a custom and thus a superstition.Felt like sharing my diary with you ppl:)

Done with NID

and i dont think am makin it thru :(
I'l try harder for MSU