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

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

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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

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

sniff sniff

1.the smell of a little baby after a bath ... the mix of powder and milk .. on the thin soft hair ...
2.the smell of parachute oil .. when u get a weekly oil scrub from mum
3. the smell of mud when it rains
4.your dad and his favourite perfume ... right when he walks past you leaving for office ..(siiiggh i love brut :)).....
5.the smell drying chillies on the roof ...
6. the smell of dettol .. after all the times we have fallen
7. the smell of prince phenyl ... when u reach home after the servant has just cleaned the house
8. the smell of rasam or sambar and the drool that comes with it
9. the smell of camphor .. just before a puja start
10. the smell of sweat .. after a fantastic game of chor police and out out
11. the smell of chicken or fish from the neighbours house
12. the smell of your grandma ... and her powder that she has been using since god only knows :P
13. the smell of sweaters when we take them out in winter
14. the smell of a house .. its weird but each house has a different smell
15. the smell of agarbatti in the morning after a bath
16. the smell of mallepoolu when the guy gives it to you
17. the smell of ajinomoto at the chinese bandi
18. the smell of a puppy just after it has had milk
19. the smell of vibhooti and the taste also :P:P
20.the smell of mysore sandal "the soap"
21.the smell when u cross vacs in the evening *droolsssss*
22.the smell of that special someone...
23. the smell of petrol and a matchstick after it is lit :)
24. the smell of alll the perfumess when u enter shoppers stop or lifestyle
25. the smell of holi :)..
26. the smell of mummy when she hugs you after a fight
27.the smell of the studio:):)
28. the smell of a cigarette
29. the smell of chocolate right when you open the packet
30. the smell of mehendi on the brides hand
31.the smell of pickle:)
32. the smell of shampoo when a person sits in front of you after a head bath
33. the smell of a toilet in the train
34. the smell of the chat bhandar
35. the smell of smoke from the havan
36. the smell of your bed ...... :)
37. the smell of your clothes .....
38. the smell of friends :)
39. the smell of your dog after he runs in the rain
40.. the smell that lingers after a bath :)
.... i am reading shantaram .... and the author talks about his first meeting with india .. its not the sights or the sounds that caught his eye .. it was the smell ...... :).... so sniff sniff:)....... aurevoir