A Birthday Gift.

A scorching March dusk, a narrow street

A shaggy house, a rag-doll attire

A sweet young toddler, donning it

A la Gucci creation, and waving her hands

Like the princess with a golden chariot

The chariot which is an empty basket…..

There’s happiness in the ginger-bread air

A joyful commotion in the smoky traffic

An enticing gourmet laid out with the loaf and marmalade

There’s His affection in mum’s tired eyes….

There’s the whole world’s love in the kids playing ball

Her birthday gift is the most precious, her best buddy

Who got her the loveliest tulips she’d seen in her life

By the stream that flows by in the backyard…..

For nothing more’s divine than his friendship and care

And his smile more valuable than the biggest solitaire

May your special day get twice my joy

And the loveliest violets in everlasting dew……

Two Different Worlds

Two Different Worlds

How often it is that
entangled in the daily gross
the dice will roll so as
to make your paths cross.

Two different worlds we are
but merrily along we do get
What joy there is in the mysteries
unravelling each other with our fishing nets!

Fishes so beautiful I have never seen
I listen to her mesmerised
the sweet voice and the innocence
minutes it takes from midnight to sunrise.

Minutes to hours and days to months
the gorgeous smile and the twinkling eyes
fed on a healthy dose of both
I so wish I too could angelise.

Oh! I get so carried away
too comfortable to even realise
ever so innocently and unknowingly
she has put me along with her archives.

I laugh at my own mistake
laugh at the lack of humour
Two different worlds, I remind myself
and smile as I see her.

She smiles back and waves at me
as she spreads her wings to fly
back to the real life I get
too careful of the roll of the die.

Sepia

Sepia is the colour of nostalgia and the rustic, with the ability to transform even the most mundane and regular to something cool and retro by, what i consider, a plain induction of this mental frame that anything with a tea tinted gloss is right from the shelves of the distant past and hence, rationalizing and analysing this thought in the sub conscious, we infer that the photo was important enough to preserve against the transience of time and hence a bias gets hard wired in our mind that makes us review the pic from a non-neutral frame of view and hence the general consensus that sepias lend a better feel to the photo.

Thats why, happy and pleasant memories lack the natural vividness since our mind’s eye affords a view from a sepia-ed pane.

While on the other hand, we tend to remember the unpleasantness dissolved in the murkiness of our past explicitly with every detail in place, some, even made up…

So to condense the first assertion in this post and to attune it to some of the above arguments, i guess sepia is the colour of happiness, of longing and of the conspicuous absence of pain in the our nostalgia, when so often we get caught on the wrong foot, inundated by a brown surge, overpowered by the scent, it carries of the times gone by and a reminder of the proliferation of the cobwebs that play ‘the’ role in transformation of this image in our mind from an a’ la darjeeling to an a’ la assam and then on to even more profound shades that finally cloud and obliterate the details and in the end, the sepia, this colour of happy recollections proves its own undoing and reduces the image to a scene, youngly bereft of an erstwhile innate happiness……and since the absence of happiness translates to sadness, the sepia coalesces with the ‘true colour’. so with time, it all becomes excruciatingly uniform and repetitive…..and i…..well……….i revert back to the definition at the top of this post, as it retains its meaning even in the face of this onslaught of my random ramblings…

When i felt akin to Newton

When do you feel you are like Newton?? When you have fully understood the concept of gravity or is it when you have fully understood what all he was trying to prove and justify..well in that case that’s going to take some time..and am pleased to state that I have a vague feeling I have understood the emotions in Sir Issac Newton’s head when an apple fell on his head!!

Strange isn’t it , the famous Newton, well known and cursed by many high school students especially in India took 36 years of his life to think about gravity and the other theories related to it, but I the insignificant “me” realized this when I was 21.Wondering what am rambling about?

What am going to write after this Para is something that actually happened to me, even though its sounds improbable it actually happened to me. It got me wondering why me WHY, WHY ME.OK enough of rambling .Just giving a fore knowledge to those who don’t know me. I stay in Kerala…”Gods Own country “and when I tell this to many north Indians they ask “bahut saare nariyals milte honge Kerala mein”….yeah bahut saare it rains nariyals in Kerala trust me!!That makes me wonder with coconuts of all sizes and many colors the cost of a coconut is 12 rs and in Gujarat i.e.; Surat its 8rs!!!(I thought with abundance cost decreases I guess those fundas don’t work on everything)..Anyway am straying from the point.So back on track and to the point.

Its June all my college friends are busy doing some training the funda is “yaar kuch training ka certi rakhega to resume thoda accha dikhega “influenced by the same funda I discover there is a part of computer engineering I love and find out a course to make my vacations worthwhile and make my parents happy at least with the fact that am away from home and not sleeping.

Training starts at 9:00 and Iwake up at a comfortable 7:45a.m thanks to my bro who hates to see me sleep after 7:00 well am lucky today he let me sleep till 7:45.I wake up brush my teeth and do the regular chores every individual does, nothing special, I sit for breakfast at 8:45 thinking its okay I can reach by 9:15 the sir is a nice guy, my dad glares at me, and am sure the things in his mind are “how can anyone get up so late”, “how can someone be so irresponsible”, and am not mistaken, he starts off by telling me that am blessed with many utilities and how I hardly utilize it and so on and on. With a pledge that I will get up at least by 7:30 the next day I hurriedly finish my breakfast and take the two wheeler from the garage outside the gate. This is the interesting part I responsibly close the gate coz I see this stray dog outside my house and I start my vehicle just as I press the ignition to start my training and so called way of utilizing time .WHAM!! from the skies on my elbow which was outstretched to start my journey of the day. For those who didn’t understand in layman’s language a coconut fell from the tree. Now its not a small tree its about 30 feet tall and the coconut was not a small one. I scream and tears come to my eyes as I am unable to comprehend what just happened then I see the coconut with a vague idea of what happened I leave the scooter and run home crying and laughing..Yeah I don’t know why I started laughing too and am not lying!!The opposite house neighbor realizes a coconut has fallen and rushes out to claim it (yeah it’s like a dearth of coconuts here too) she takes the coconut and doesn’t see or doesn’t bother to see me wailing or my mom and dad coming out of the house initially startled and then laughing .My mom and bro continue laughing their heads off while my dad the only compassionate person in this planet starts massaging my hand. Andmy bro like most of my friends starts telling “why didn’t it fall on your head” .Once I recover from the shock and start laughing I realize-“Thank god it didn’t fall on my head either I would have become totally insane or totally sane” either which is not what I would prefer. Then I think no wonder just after the apple fell on Newton’s head he must have lost his sanity and started this thing about gravity or maybe he talked sane stuff after the apple fell because there is a difference between an apple and a coconut. (actually according to me and many sane people when an apple falls on your head you take it and eat it instead of writing complex stuff which is not comprehendible to the common man).And so that’s the difference when an apple falls on your head you get the theory of gravity and all crap and if a cocnut falls on your elbow you get this article.