The Rockfest

The day began like all other days with the rising of the Sun. I was returning home after class. I boarded my usual bus, sat comfortably facing the long winding road and the endless sky. My heart was stuffed with the sweet moments the day presented me filled with the laughter of my dear friends. As I sat there letting myself be taken away by thoughts, I saw Nature preparing for the Rockfest. The lights dimmed as the murky Clouds made their entry at snail's pace, I kept my eyes wide open as I didn't want to miss any of their poise. The stage was filled with the performers. I took a glance at my fellow audience, the Crows had arrived with their group and seated themselves on the palm fronds at the slight notion of the Wind, the organizer. The little kids enjoying their vacation got ready to accompany the dancers on the stage, they neither had their parents nor umbrella to hold them back. My eyelids paused and my pulse went high as I listened to the Thunder beat the first note, very soon the Rain [renowned dancers] came keeping to the tune, shaking their hips, twisting their body often interacting with me with the splashes . Lightning made it spectacular and the concert went taking up pace. As it reached its peak Thunder played the descending note, the Crows having sneaked out from home had to go back before it gets dark, so there wasn't anyone to cheer with me. When the Rockstars saw their audience dwindling, they left my cry "once more" go unheard. When the stage was once again empty I reached home and saw Droplets hanging out at my gate. Very soon the curtain sponsored by Night was let down and then the Droplets walked away into the Dark street promising to meet me

When Neena Tagged me ...

1. LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATRE?
Taare Zameen Par which took me high up in the vast sky of imagination .
2. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?
The summer vacation blast ..Monopoly...
3.WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?
Dr .Zhivago by Boris Pasternak
4. FAVORITE MAGAZINE?
The Week ,Reader'sDigest.
.5. FAVORITE SMELLS?
The smell of earth after the first rain,jasmine ,sandal wood ,rose ,spices .
. FAVORITE SOUND?
Twittering of birds early in the morning ,knock at the door ,cycle bell ,the music of bamboo forests.
. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?
When i feel i have hurt someone with my words.
.8. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE?
Will satisfy my sleep so i need to stay by it until it takes leave on its own wish.
9. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE?
Nothing is more fast than mommade food..
.10. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME?
Susan ,Jennifer ,Catherine,Naomi,Luke,Christopher ,Jonathan .
.11. FINISH THIS STATEMENT. "IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY I’D...?
would have wished for more...
12. DO YOU DRIVE FAST?
Drive my brother to irritation faster than the fastest car..!!
13. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?
No ...often wanted to but when sleep is at the doorstep I never keep it waiting..
14. STORMS-COOL OR SCARY?
Cool making others freeze..
. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?
Ambassador my first Taxi..
16. FAVORITE DRINK?
Milk with any flavors ,Lemonade .
17. FINISH THIS STATEMENT, "IF I HAD THE TIME I WOULD...
Hav felt more sorry for wasting it ..
18. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS ON BROCCOLI?
Yep ,love to eat vegetables especially in the form of soup.
19. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHOICE?
Brown highlights...may be
.20. NAME ALL THE DIFFERENT CITIES/TOWNS YOU HAVE LIVED
Veggy life ....Ernakulam.
.21. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?
Used to love cricket ...no more...like swimming and gymnastics.
.22. ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU.
Just one ...oh oh..."Humane" being
23. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?
Space which is not yet colonized !!
24. WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE BORN AS YOURSELF AGAIN?
Better ask my relatives and friends...i wouldnt mind.
25. MORNING PERSON, OR NIGHT OWL?
Morning person
26. OVER EASY, OR SUNNY SIDE UP?
Over Easy...
27. FAVORITE PLACE TO RELAX?
In my bedroom, letting the cool breeze in through the window ..
29. FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?
Any flavor..

Music

It has a rhythm. Music touches our soul . Whenever I listen to it I feel happy. If this is music to me then I am sure that for a mother with her children crying for want of food neglected to them for days, for her the filling of empty bottles with green gram is music, boiling of rice, the bubbling noise is music. For a misunderstood person the “YES” is music and for me the hug I receive from my dear ones is also music. The beat in my heart comes closer to the other’s forming a new rhythm

THE DAWN

THE DAWN

The last star humbly took leave from the softly lighted , morning sky.He couldn’t make out whether he was awake or still playing on the frills of sleep. Dawn was calling him yet he remained on his bed with ruffled sheets. His numbed ears heard the ticking of the clock….the clock was his grandmother’s gift on his eighteenth birthday ,many years ago .the previous Year that he welcomed with great celebrations had weaned her from Time making her the darling of eternity. As clock struck six this morning she became a strip wading in his pool of memory.Until now he saw himself as her grandson her absence asked him who he was,he repeated “WHO AM I?”….silence.

Already the birds had left their self-made nests, children rode their BSA cycles dashing towards the tuition class. I too need to have my coffee at Seven reach office at eight have a break at ten lunch at one be back home at eight at night .Yesterday it was so infact it had always been so ,today it should be the same.He remained on his bed.

The golden rays of the sun tried to pierce into the darkness of his room ,but was blocked by the tinted window pane and also by those thick curtain which he bought for 200 Rs/metre from Bombay Dyeing.Lying on his bed he heard the newspaper ‘THE TRUTH’ landing on his polished verandah,this was followed by the clinging of milk bottles .He wanted to shut himself from all these noises ,he crouched making the sheets more ruffled.His eyes caught a row of mosquitoes taking rest after having their fill through out the night.He tried to shoo them away by clutching the curtain and then he saw through his dark window pane the blurred vision of dawn .He got up for it was beautiful and new .he rested his forehead on the rods of the window letting its coldness pass on to him.

On the DOOR POST

Let not your feet hesitate to step in ,

For I consider your visit a blessing,

i am because HE IS,

i exist as His creation,

yet let me sing in your ears this song,

its your eyes that give me my form,

your ears that give me,my voice

Moment..

The moment when my journey began- lies hidden,

whatever hidden becomes a treasure,so i have heard.A chain of seconds defined the way of my journey .While riding at times i took bumby roads and at other smooth clean roads ,which ever road i took i saw signal posts guiding me to the Path.I know the final destination and the last stop from where i will get the bus to final destination,but before that there are many places where i can take rest ,refresh myself ,may be take a sip of coffee...but when i am in such places i fail to see the long road yet to be treaded,and i take my inn as final .then the innkeeper comes on time to wake me up ,banging on my door and shouts "its time for you to leave".i always think that here i am i have done it but then there are many more way side scenes yet to be seen. Nowat this moment my heart reaches out to a thought that passes over my head ..i can hear the flutter of its wings ...it says that my destination is my begining and each moment is experiencing its presence and each person i met is a citizen of Destination .yes i want to live for this moment.