Thursday, December 17, 2009

For them

This one’s for the boy ,

Who says good bye to his mother,

And walks into the world ,

Hoping to become a man .

This one’s for a mother

Who gives us that boy,

eyes welled up ,

and chest filled with pride

It is for a sister ,

Who see’s him little,

But who dreams of a husband and son,

As brave as him,

This one’s for a father ,

Who says with pride,

As he looks at a grave ,

“He fought till he died”.

This one’s for a boy,

Who says to the world ,

As he salutes the flag,

“She is my first love”,

It is for a boy,

Who fights till he can ,

Smiles at his comrades,

One last time.

I know not one,

But many such boys,

Who still have stories ,

And can hear their battle cries ,

It is that boy,

Who is now a man,

He and his friends,

Are India's Biggest FANS :) ….

Saturday, October 10, 2009

G.O.D

Asked by 2 little kids
if i was hindu or muslim,
got me thinking
about how we've become within,
what has happened to brotherhood
and living together in peace,
all those times we've spent together
those diwali's, christmas'es and Id's,
where are we going with all this religion
why does it matter to who we pray,
are'nt we here to learn and love
not kill by night or day ,
why has it become so difficult
to live and love together,
why is it that every where around
theres a house burning to its last timber,
i dont know what or who god is
somehow i am starting not to care,
i know your shocked i am saying this
but really it isnt a dare,
it is about friends and family who speak of religion
of all the times they judge on what people follow,
it has left me scarred and a little angry
but actually majorly hollow,
because what i have learnt from experiences of the past
is its not the lord but the friend you love ,
and the irony of the whole thing is
my friends were created by that "someone above"........

Monday, August 17, 2009

:) chote cheez bada CHEEEESSSEEEE :D

it was a Diwali morning ... when we(dad and me) got down at this orphan age near nacharam ... small place with sad roofing and windows ... the director came to greet us and said the kids were at breakfast ... i was just wondering that we hadnt brought anything for these kids , when my awesome dad opens the car dikki and take out 2 cartons of sweets and crackers ... they werent books for them to study or clothes for them or crayons .... none of that just sweets and crackers ... i walked up to pa and said , "dad no clothes ?? and he smiled and said ... on a diwali morning somehow its not the clothes or the books its these kids want kanna its the smaller things .. it someone to make them feel like even they are a part of the celebrations :) .......i love my dad and then it did sink in that
The SMALL things in life SOMEHOW always do make a difference :)

i have always believed and worked on this logic ever since.. and i still do think it stands true ... it is the small things that count ... they could be the bindi you put before leaving for a reception , the kiss your friend gives you telling you she missed you , the sudden call from the person you least expect it , the maha lacto's in a plastic packet when your down , crazy badges with funny smileys for a friend who is having a bad day .... these small things have always made me smile .... its weird how we keep looking at how much money , what time is work , whens the next movie, what college do i join ... blaaahh blaaaah ..... just one day do something small with someone you want to .. and i swear my caption really be true ..... chota cheez (small thing) bada CHEEEESE(isnt that how we've beeen asked to smile for all our photos :):)) ........ aurevoir .....

Saturday, June 6, 2009

CHOOOOOOOO CHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

"namaskaar train no (ek do shoonya shoonya chaar che) .. hyderabad se delhi jaane waali rajdhaani express platform number DO pe khadi hai ................... there is a very funny voice that makes this announcement .. and when i was little i thought this lady had the coolest job :P.....because when she announces the train that you are going in .... the EXCITEMENT starts ....
I LOVE TRAINS .... i know everyone does .. except for the small majorityy who think planes are SO cool ...*NOTTTTTTT!!!* :P....there are certain people i am sure we all see in a train ...

1.DADDY COOL- the man who will be ahead of the family ... walking fast to get to the platform ... carrying the heaviest bag and still it will be difficult for the kids to keep up ... he will be the one who will enter the bogey first .. he will always settle the luggage ... and DEFINATLEY will have small talk with co passengers .... and if grandma is travelling .. then daddy dearest will request for a lower birth .... he will go buy coffee ... will be the quietest on the journey .. and who will always know WHICH STATION COMES NEXT .....

2.MOMMY MADNESS- she will be carrying a wter bottle and the food items .. will be screaming loudly at daddy who will be running to the platform... she will enter the bogey after all the luggage is put in .. will make sure the kids are in ... she will remove a CHAIN and lock the luggage*bcoz u can never be too sure ..thats what she will say* .... she wont talk to the copassengers first .. but when she does oh man you can write a book :P:P .....she will always open the food ... will for sure be carrying paper plates and tissues .... and she will keep screaming at the kids if they go near the door :P

3.WEIRD UNCLE-you will always have that one fellow passenger who will try so hard to talk to u .... he will crack some really lame jokes .. and will talk about politics and how india is .. when he wouldnt have done two shits about it ..... he will not be talking to his own wife but will always talk to ur mom .. and will pinch u r brothers cheeks and say *kitnaa pyaara hai:P* ..... he will not buy anything that the vendors sell .. but will never refuse when u offer :P .....

4.PAINFUL KID- maybe its just my goddam luck .. but i invariably have a painful kid travelling with me ..... the kid will be the noisiestt , will ask the dumbest questions .. will do everything his mother asks him not to do , will drop the food .. and will not sleep even for 2 minutes .... whats funny about this is ... somehow the mother never seems to think her kid is a BRAT ... she will just say *nahi beta aise math karo ..and smile ....can you believe it SMILE* ..... we on the other hand will be plotting how we can pound that kid :P ......

5.GRUMPY GRANDPARENTS- normally we have 2 sets of grandparentss .. the happy ones and the grumpy ones ... i am yet to come across the happy set ... Grandma is the grumpier one .. she will be cursing the whole time she gets on to the train .. because her aged knee caps give in and she cant climb ... after she gets in she will sit near the window even though she will never look out .. and never give the kid a chance .... she will sleep whenever she feels like .oh oh also she will always be talking about her SON or DAUGHTER in america..even though she is travelling with the indian one :P and when she has to go to the loo .. oh man its an EXPEDITION :P ..
granddad on the other hand is happier than grandma .. but he too can be weird .... he will be the one playing with the PAINFUL kid ... and trying to make funny faces ..... he will be the man who will ask for dinner at 7 45 and who will want the lights out by 9 ... yes and how can we forget HE my friends is the SNORER ....he will sleep peacefully while the rest of the bogey has a screwed night ... :P :P....

6.LONER LONER - hmm the lonely traveller .. mostly a guy in a shirt coming from office .. always with his phone or a book ... not looking up to see who his co passenger is .. the guy who will get down a every station to know the name *i dont think he knows what windows are :P*... the guy who wont get foood and who will buy everything that the vendorss bring ... he will be the guy who will answer to the point .. and the guy who your mum will point and say to your kid brother*dekho main uncle ko bolti ..woh tumhe pakadke, bhoot ko khiladete :P * heheheheheheheeheeh ......

7.HAPPY HIPPIE- the happiest person on the train ... they could be happy about going on a holiday .. or just the train and its sights and sounds ... they will be the antakshari playing .. cutlet eating ... jokes cracking ... standing near the dooor person ... they will sleep whenever .... get up 2 stations before their station ... drink tea in the morning .. and who will talk to the co passengers

I am the happy hippie .. and i am sure most of u are too ... but at some point in our lives we will become all those people i just wrote about .... i hope years later if u do read this again, u laugh and say .. HEYYYYYY thats me :P .... aurevoir ....

Saturday, May 2, 2009

:):):)

i love a man who can open the door ,
i love a man who smiles ,
i love a man who can stop to let u go ..,
i dont just love him i actually pine :P

i love the way he talks to u ,
showering all the respect he's got ,
i love the way he will stop to say ,
"good day"...gee what a wonderful thought,

i love how he can bring you a glass,
and fill it and fill it some more ,
when u feel tipsy and unstable within,
he doesnt mind taking u to the door ,

i love a man who isnt boring,
and definately isnt proud and airy,
i love a man who can make u feel good ,
even when u r arms are hairy :P

i love a man who can fight for the bill,
making his duty to pay ,
i love a man who ooozes of being rugged,
and definately not being gay

i love a man who can pull my chair out ,
kiss my hand and make me go red ,
oh before i forget let me just say this,
somehow CHIVALRY isnt DEAD :)

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

KID"NAPPED"

yesterday the word kidnapped suddenly dawned on me and i have come up with a wholeee new meaning to what it actually means ... no it doesn't mean "taking someone hostage for money".blaah blaaahhhh ......... i think it actually means ,u r kid napped through out its childhood ... i know i know the explanation is lame and u r laughing .. but seriously .. each time i look at my colony kids .. and my friend's siblings .. i wonder what has childhood come to . i would give my left arm to be able to run and play hide and seek like old times (with not much to worry about )... i would love to be able to play in the mud and slide (without people thinking i am vague)... i would love to play pittu and have moon light dinners and not worry about what people would say if i was in a boys team .. and why we were all sharing foood from a tiffin .... what has childhood come to ... why dont we see parks which are full in the evening? .. why don't we see kids play chor police and chocolate box? .. why do they need to follow a time table even out of school? ... some mothers say oh ya now she has piano lesson and then karate and then this and then that .... and i always think ... that kid will know an instrument but he wouldnt have ever sat on a lawn and made funny noises with chappals ... he would've never heard the sound of thighs rubbing against the slide when you wore shorts ... he will never no the taste of mud ... or no how pepsi candy from the cart tastes ... he wont have friends who would teach him the roman rings or how to hang upside down .. and aim at the stones ... he would've never played LONDON STATUE .....its funny but most of the time ,parents come up with answers like i want him to be an all rounder .. he should do well in life so on and so forth ...... i think its stupid . its not like we all are not doing well .. its not like we aren't all rounders(in every sense of the word :P)..... i believe and stand true to the fact that what my childhood taught me was so much more than what schools teach now .... it doesn't matter if a kid excels in math if he cant share .. if he cant be a sport when they gang up against him .. if he cant get up .. dust off and run again when playing a game .... .. if its anything i am grateful to my parents for .. it is this .. it is for not letting me have napped through out my childhood .. for letting me run .. get dirty .. make friends ... cry for them .. learn lessons .. and share ....... i sure have never been KID NAPPED .....aurevoir

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

ollllii kutttykaal sudarshan


yes thats ollies full name ..........
he came home ten days before my birthday and he fit in my dads hand .. he has till now been the best gift i have gotten for my birthday .... ollie has been with us 9 years now .. he has seen us shift homes .. he has seen me grow .. but still he thinks i am one small girl he can run behind :)...... he is a taurean at heart and is soooo a tamilian .... heheheh everytime my grandma comes home and talks to him in tamil he always knows what she is saying .. or everytime mum screams at him he completely understands her ....... ...... ollie isnt the friendliest dog you will meet and we dont need him to be .. because when we have needed him he has always been there, when i really needed to laugh .. i have gotten the most comforting licks from him ... i have been woken up with a cold nose near my face ... he thinks my dad is GOD ...........he can make u giggle when u see him run sideways .. or when he goes and hides under a bed sheet(with his tail still sticking out) and makes you find him .... he will bark in numbers .. he shares my love for curds .... he stays up and waits for mom to come when she has gone for a late night operation ....he has his own tweety blanet and he is the warmest thing to hug in winters ..... so this is to all those people who have thought ollie was weird .. he isnt .. he wasnt meant to like you and play with you ... he loves the people of the house ...... he enjoys spending time with them .. he has been with us through our ups and downs and always known how to make us smile by coming into the room and running out to go hide ...... you can call him a mouse and whatever else ........ somehoww .. i dont think ollie caress .. and i know now i dontt when i seee him sitting next to me as i type this and sayin "u go girl"..... anywayyyy thats all for now .. aurevoir

Friday, February 20, 2009

........................

As she walked away wondering if she should turn and look back,
at all those times she had fallen , gotten up and dusted herself off
when triumph , madness and joy bloomed
and love wounds were bandaged back by friends
new loves formed and battered later
where the silhouette of her life was far from her
and the only thing she felt was a tear
a tear you couldn't question
a tear that knew her through and through
a tear of faith
as she stood trembling in her mind and her body still
she thought of the days to come
hoping for whiffs of coffee that would linger
and craving for laughter and warmth
till then she would just be a bubble in this big sea of life
she knew she had chosen right
and she walked smiling into the horizon
still having faith , in the unknown

Saturday, January 10, 2009

INDIA






i am in love with this country i call home
i am a patriot completely
i don't care about the poverty i see
because it is the spirit i carry in me
i love her for the noises
the sights and the food profound
and also for a billion who call her home ground
she is strong and hard on the outside u will see
but is soft when it comes to her family
she has a tendency of making you smile
it can be with the movies or people so fine
lived here for 18 got 60 more to go
but i wanna take each day a little slow
i wanna travel and see her through
i wanna go from leh to daman and diu
each time we hear a politician take over
the only worry is how much more they will rape her
rape her off her pride ,her glory ,her joy
rape her off her land with which they built their first toy
in every one of us .. is a fire burning bright
it still lingers even after allll the fright
i am sure if you scratch the suface
u will see a love not withered without a trace
it might be small like a little pebble or stone
but i am in love with this country i call home