Angels, Stars 'n Dreams

I have a list, of things I have lost, being as careful and careless as I'm. There is that pencil box I lost in the 3rd std, that gold earing, that cycle that got stolen, those clothes, books, cassettes that was borrowed that never came back and many more. But then have you ever lost a friend? I have, not sure when and where. How does one loose a living person... a friend? Am not so sure where she vanished. She wasn't just a mere acquiantance or one you just get along with. She was one of those friends I thought would last a lifetime, one you saw growing old with, catching up and talking about the long gone days. I still don't have an answer to .... how does something like this happen? And I'm blank on what to do about changing the situation. My address or numbers or email id's haven't changed and yet I wonder why she wouldn't want to keep in touch. The last I met her was a shocker to her and to me, and in the process of recovering from it, she seemed to ha

Madam M, to all those who meet her for the first time and to some of us it is M Didi. Goldilocks is what I will call her for you. She is by far one of the most exhuberant and eccentric people I have met in my life. And of all the others, she stands out. She is intresting, fun, lavish, generous and giving juxtapose it with eccentric, abusive, feared, revered, powerful, relentless, and a true bussiness woman. I wish I could give her true name but then ........, though knowing her, I'am sure she wouldn't mind. She is a woman who has crossed the points of avarice, greed, agression, of being feared, being the violater, being abusive, someone who has realized and asked what more can power and money bring? Now she has moved to being a so called social worker and loves being reffered to as a 'samaj sevika'. She totally enjoys being in the league of the famous, helping someone or supporting a cause. A life beyond onself and for another. Oh by the way, this feel that is there

Have you ever felt like you are going this phase in life, where you seem outside yourself; where the world just passes you by; where life is going through its usual routines but then you feel like someone else is living that life; It feels like, I have absolutely no memory of the last few months, and how it has passed me by. A lot has happened but yet nothing seem to have registered. Right through a death in the family, to shifting continents, to reading, through music, then yet nothing had the power to wake me from this dreamless slumber. Can one be void of feelings and emotions, where there is no reason to take a decision even at the most crucial time, hoping that the decision would just comeby. It is like there is no feel of the time, the seconds or the minutes or the hours or the days or weeks. And it isn't like there are no vague states of awareness, a reason or a thought, that I am going through this phase, yet I just don't seem to be able to push it to the level of cons

The Bell Bajao Campaign is an initiative by ‘Breakthrough TV’, the corporate social responsibility wing of the famous O&M advertising firm. I was sincerely impressed at their initiative to take up the issue of ‘Domestic Violence’. The efforts at bringing it to the masses, at a level that the common man can get involved and show their concern, is admirable. This campaign has been one of the most innovative campaigns I have seen in the recent past. Their take, on how to deal with the issue of domestic violence, is what caught my attention. It simply says, ‘even you can do something’. You don’t have to be a women’s rights activist, to raise your voice. You can show ‘you know and that you care’, by just ringing the bell. The word says it all ‘Bell Bajao’ or ‘Ring the Bell’. And speak up against Domestic Violence. So much of efforts to bring this issue to the forefront, so many organizations working on the issues and yet it does not seem to be enough. How many of us have seen violence

Thank you Mathew, for the tag. It reminds me of the high school autograph/slam book. Take 4 tag 4: 4 Places I have lived: Bangalore: My 2nd home. That’s where I lived most of my life: school, graduation and work. Very dear to my heart cause, that’s were kettiyon and me met, where friends are and where we plan to live in a few years. I hate the traffic, the pollution, I have refused to touch the wheel in the last 2 years, I have given up cycling because of the fear of being run over, yet ‘Namma Bengaluru’ is still home. I love the cosmopolitan culture the city owns, the gentle and loving Kannadigas’, all the shopping, the food and the hang out joints. Mumbai: My 3rd home. Came here for my PG and stayed on for years. The first time I stayed away from home, the beginning of many realizations and the beginning of a wonderful vocation/ career. Am a Mumbaiaite at heart, I love the hustle bustle. The ‘locals trains’, which taught me to value ‘a minute even a second’, the work culture, the s

Forewarning: 1. No info to be given to kettiyon. 2. Its a short piece but the transaltions may add to the length. ;) And do forgive the gramattical errors in the traslations. Attempts were to retain the spirit. 3. Wicked mallu housewife humour. With malayalam jargons. Mode: One of those days.... I feel totally over the roof, bugged with all the house work, no chaddi pals to bitch too. This is agrevated by the exam fever. A sudden thought 'my pre marriage theories, all the Blah! Blah blah! Blah blah! Holds no good any more. Everything has fallen apart.' Oh! That can be depressing. But since brain and heart is overwhelmed, it rejects any understanding. It scans... beep, beep, beep.....for potential victims to bitch too. Who would agree to all that I say? After which I could be feather light. Somebody who will just let it pass, ignore it and act like it never happened. Scanning, scanning.. beep beep BEEP! Bulb lights up : Ammachi To myself: Telephone evide?

Oh child! How, I would give anything... To know that it all worked out fine, To know that you are safe; To have what you had... Strength and grace to accept whatever life has to offer; A raw acceptance of life’s realities; Giving life your best; and, waving happily as you passed by this world; with a smile on your face. God bless you my little Kutty boy! May He rest your soul in peace. I think of you often and it’s with joy that I do. I see you waving my sweet angel; With you, I send... my love to all the angels up there; I miss you Kutty! Your Di. *PS - this post is a continuation from my ealier post 'Kutty boy and his 'amma'

The first time I met little ‘kutty’ was on one of my first weeks at work. I was still getting used to being away from home, staying by myself and most of all dealing with the issue I was working on. The days of my realization, that there was always atleast two sides to any story, was only beginning. It was at one of the clinics run by my organization, on a very ill famous street, that I met Kutty and his amma for the first time. His eyes stood out from his face, ofcourse they would, for his body was so thin and he was all bones, almost like he was out from a Somalian picture. Only difference being, it wasn’t hunger that brought him to this state but 'hiv'. My heart had almost stoped beating and what went through my mind the first few seconds, was absolute shock and numbness at the situation. Kutty was only 10 years old, but with the maturity of a boy of 20. I remember, the first time he held my hand and we walked down the street to find a taxi, that’s something I could never

A very thoughtful surprise on Monday morn... Tagged by one of the bloggers I treasure K ochuthresiamma. Feelings : Intoxicated ‘n excited, cause now I know what the Oscar winners feel when their names are announced...he he he ;-). Humbled, cause I have only begun blogging. Appreciated ‘n a vi bit motivated to say the least. Now for the catch that comes with the award. A fore warning!! “This award is bestowed upon a fellow blogger whose blog’s content or design is, in the giver’s opinion, brilliant.”“When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to the said person so everyone knows she/he is real. Choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have seven friends. Show the seven random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment i

.....for all the infinite possibilities that the stars hold,   twinkling away. .....for all the memories of childhood, the mystical feeling. .....for wanting to swing on a star, ‘n walk on the cloud. .....for all the stories told by amma to get me through a meal, .....for all the dreams we share under the light of the moon ‘n stars. laying down on a clear night sky and wondering.. if they do talk to each other, if only i could decipher. .....for all the times i have found my answers, just looking at them,   enjoying each one of their twinkle. .....for those endless wishes upon the stars. .....for   each star..   an angel, ..... for all the times I miss those special people who went somewhere special, .....for i know they will always be angels. i pray, we shine forever, bear light to those we cherish, be the glow in the darkness.   ‘n shimmer ‘n twinkle. So here’s to all the stars who i spoke to, ‘n all the angels up there,   i take