wanted to blog for a really long time.. i put up one big post.but my stupid comp got hanged,...
i m now very much encouraged to blog.. i m actually an inspiration for many ppl to start their
own blogs and someto update it regularly..
but seriously these days i am working on my poems,
short stories and novel more than ever,, i have been readin lots recently.. right now i am
reading first impression by jefferey archer.. seems to be a pretty nice book.. i have written
poems, not great ones.. da usual ones only, but again lack of time and resources i am not able
to post them.. the blog is the space where i planned to have all my poems together. cos i write
them in papers here and there, back of my text books and all.. so wats the way out to have them
comprehensively? blog is the only answer..
guess wat? i am right now typing in note pad, cant
imagine.. never done it all life.. but now i am scared i would loose tis post too... but i am
kinda having fun in my literary world.. but the result.. my project for a toss.. i wd say my
project is also interestin, not as interestin as novels and my writings.. now a poem, before i
loose that paper..
scene of rain
colourful umbrellas opened
the thunderstorm sounded like a loud laughter
it seemed to me wind was dancing
overjoyed by the company of waterdroplets
the flowers found a beautiful blanket
so, beautiful
i could just dream of such a beauty
hazel clear blanket made of water droplets
the rain seemed to be purifying the world
glorifyingly washing the stained buildings
which had accumalated dust over the years
making the streets look fresh
and labelling its presence with the rainbow...
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Thursday, January 26, 2006
i love it
I love the way you look
The way you smell
When you are there with me,
Why do I need to worry?
You can get me all that I need in life
Think all my existence
My thinking
My hard work
Is ultimately to own you
Wow, the green color u possess
Makes me go crazy
I worship you
I adore you
I love you
Money
You are one of the things I want in life
Through you
I feel power
The way you smell
When you are there with me,
Why do I need to worry?
You can get me all that I need in life
Think all my existence
My thinking
My hard work
Is ultimately to own you
Wow, the green color u possess
Makes me go crazy
I worship you
I adore you
I love you
Money
You are one of the things I want in life
Through you
I feel power
Friday, January 20, 2006
poornima, illusion of reality... part 2
After shakthi and I dressed up, she said we were going to karthik’s place to attend a function. I was awestruck. "Anyways, let me go, I have nothing to loose". I thought.
The house was magnificently large. The house was jam-packed, mostly of old aunties, and karthik was standing near a room with his friends. he was admiring shakthi.
I saw shakthi admiring him too. We sang, the thing we usually did when we went to any function. I suddenly found everyone was noticing shakthi. Karthik would have told them, I thought. That day as we were going back, karthik joined us.He proposed to shakthi, this time seriously.. i thought.
In spite of all the fuss, shakthi created, eventually she agreed.
I thought that was when all the fun started. I was all excited when she said karthik’s mom n dad were coming the next day.
During one of our conversations at home,with mom and dad, I brought about the topic of our marriage and told mom and dad about shakthi’s relationship. When I started the topic I could see the color drain from shakthi’s face. She was scolded very badly that day. I did not feel guilty; I did have to tell them about it.
The day they came, man it was very horrible. If both our parents would have agreed to the proposal all the things would have got over by then. But things weren’t tat simple, were they? It ended as a big dispute. I found karthik’s father very straightforward. Only thing was he did not know to talk properly. He was brutally frank.
The next day shakthi told me she had broken off with karthik. Then she went off for her medical camp, which was in kerala for a week. When she came back, she announced she was going to get register married with karthik. I was shocked, not just shocked petrified. That day all night she explained how madly she was in love with karthik . she said she found no other way out. If they married her off to vivek that would be the end of her life. She spoke of how a great guy karthik was and how much both of them were in love with each other. I listened with patience and wondering what happened to this little girls ego? Think all loose it once they are in love. I have lost it too, but that was on a crush. I can never get serious on relationship and I don’t force things on me. That’s the reason I think I have never fallen in love till date. To love it requires some large force, which pushes you into it, rather than u fall into it yourself.
Next day was my little sister’s marriage. Never did I imagine she would get married before me. I did not even realize, how big a hurdle this was going to be for my marriage. What I was excited was about shakthi’s marriage. I felt very adventurous; we were doing something without our parents consent, without their knowledge. That day I found shakthi really very beautiful .she was immensely happy and so was karthik. Suddenly I also got the desire to get married.
To belong to someone and be loved.
Then we boarded our bus and laughed all our way throughout. That was the last day I was absolutely happy.
If all of you are wondering who I am,? Of course you would have figured it out from my story.
But most of you, missed to notice a lot about me in my movie “alaipayuthey”. Yes, I am shakthi s sister poornima. I was all alive all this while. I required only influencing Sara to write about me. And she just did. What she did rather was just copy from my diary. The interesting parts of my lives . i knew i lived in Sara’s mind a little while more then the rest of the people who watched the movie, mainly because she was the elder sis like me. I also knew she could manage writing. So I chose her to let you all know what I thought when my little sis was having fun and getting tortured at the same time.
That is what they call love, sweet torture.. Aint it?
this was the story of poornima, not a real character.
just an illusion, but the impact is real. thats y i call her , the illusion of reality...
few words from the diary of poornima,
daughter of a railway employee
sister of shakthi in alaipayuthey...
The house was magnificently large. The house was jam-packed, mostly of old aunties, and karthik was standing near a room with his friends. he was admiring shakthi.
I saw shakthi admiring him too. We sang, the thing we usually did when we went to any function. I suddenly found everyone was noticing shakthi. Karthik would have told them, I thought. That day as we were going back, karthik joined us.He proposed to shakthi, this time seriously.. i thought.
In spite of all the fuss, shakthi created, eventually she agreed.
I thought that was when all the fun started. I was all excited when she said karthik’s mom n dad were coming the next day.
During one of our conversations at home,with mom and dad, I brought about the topic of our marriage and told mom and dad about shakthi’s relationship. When I started the topic I could see the color drain from shakthi’s face. She was scolded very badly that day. I did not feel guilty; I did have to tell them about it.
The day they came, man it was very horrible. If both our parents would have agreed to the proposal all the things would have got over by then. But things weren’t tat simple, were they? It ended as a big dispute. I found karthik’s father very straightforward. Only thing was he did not know to talk properly. He was brutally frank.
The next day shakthi told me she had broken off with karthik. Then she went off for her medical camp, which was in kerala for a week. When she came back, she announced she was going to get register married with karthik. I was shocked, not just shocked petrified. That day all night she explained how madly she was in love with karthik . she said she found no other way out. If they married her off to vivek that would be the end of her life. She spoke of how a great guy karthik was and how much both of them were in love with each other. I listened with patience and wondering what happened to this little girls ego? Think all loose it once they are in love. I have lost it too, but that was on a crush. I can never get serious on relationship and I don’t force things on me. That’s the reason I think I have never fallen in love till date. To love it requires some large force, which pushes you into it, rather than u fall into it yourself.
Next day was my little sister’s marriage. Never did I imagine she would get married before me. I did not even realize, how big a hurdle this was going to be for my marriage. What I was excited was about shakthi’s marriage. I felt very adventurous; we were doing something without our parents consent, without their knowledge. That day I found shakthi really very beautiful .she was immensely happy and so was karthik. Suddenly I also got the desire to get married.
To belong to someone and be loved.
Then we boarded our bus and laughed all our way throughout. That was the last day I was absolutely happy.
If all of you are wondering who I am,? Of course you would have figured it out from my story.
But most of you, missed to notice a lot about me in my movie “alaipayuthey”. Yes, I am shakthi s sister poornima. I was all alive all this while. I required only influencing Sara to write about me. And she just did. What she did rather was just copy from my diary. The interesting parts of my lives . i knew i lived in Sara’s mind a little while more then the rest of the people who watched the movie, mainly because she was the elder sis like me. I also knew she could manage writing. So I chose her to let you all know what I thought when my little sis was having fun and getting tortured at the same time.
That is what they call love, sweet torture.. Aint it?
this was the story of poornima, not a real character.
just an illusion, but the impact is real. thats y i call her , the illusion of reality...
few words from the diary of poornima,
daughter of a railway employee
sister of shakthi in alaipayuthey...
Thursday, January 19, 2006
my first short story, part 1.
MY FIRST EVER SHORT STORY
POORNIMA – ILLUSION OF REALITY
part 1
I was happy with the life I was living. I had amazing parents and a good loving sister. My dad worked in southern railways, my mom a housewife. I belong to the normal middle class household, who live a normal life yet has dreams deeper than the ocean.
I was the only kid in my home, till about three years of my age, after which my sis shakthi came into my life. Though she reduced the attention I got from my parents b I loved her, adored her. She was talkative, intelligent, witty, sometimes sarcastic, but always happy. Doing things she wanted to do. Never did she care about our parents that much, though it did not seem evident. But one day, it did seem clear to me that she was very selfish.
I don’t remember when it all started. I have a vague remembrance of poongodi s marriage in the village of nemmeli; a few kilometers from thanjavur.we had great fun. I had dressed poongodi up,i was very good at these things. and me n shakthi had a great time there.
There I noticed a guy in yellow shirt. I was wondering which category of guys he would fit into?
Oh, I did forget to tell u guys about how I categorized guys. I put any guy under 1 category of the four I had devised.
Category 1:
FLIRTS.
They always did what they wanted to do. No matter how it hurt the other person. Yet they always have this urge of keeping people around them happy. They don’t realize they want to keep themselves happy. Hypocrictic, because they cant be straight forward.
Category 2
Goodies
I realized karthik (the yellow shirt) belonged to this category. He liked to do what he wanted; yet he was sensitive, loving and caring.
Impatient, restless and charming, any girls dream.
Category 3
Introverts.
The life of these guys are books and machines. They love girls, yet cant accept. They criticize girls n pretend to ignore them. But they can get mad about some girl, that they would do anything for them.
Category 4
Passive
These people have no great ambitions or hope. They just live life, accepting what ever comes their way. They don’t strive for any of their desires; jus follow the path life leads them. And the first girl who proposes to them gets lucky! Rather say, unlucky?
I loved the sound of trains outside my house. Every morning the train sound woke us up. Most of our lives were spent in this train sound. We lived in tambaram, so shakthi and me had to take a train. She studied in madras medical college, one of the prestigious medical colleges in chennai. I worked in a bank. I helped in paying her college fees, which was rather a ransom amount.
I saw karthik again; he was in a train in the opposite track. Before I could open the topic about him. Shakthi started to speak about him. I came to know they had a brief encounter in the marriage of poongodi. She said he was a very arrogant guy, I did not feel so. I knew she was lying. Shakthi was very bad at it. I realized she was in love. Wow, is love this lovely? It made shakthi an altogether different person. She was even more fun to be with, but now her talks were more about karthik, though denying the fact she liked him.
I still can’t forget the day where he proposed virtually to her. Trying to indirectly imply the fact how madly he was in love with her, he looked funny. I could see the excitement in her face when he pronounced her name. How shakthi? How could u ever hide it from me that u were madly in love with karthik?
It was the month of October, but it still seemed to be cold. I loved the climate when I woke up. But now shakthi urged me to get ready n wear a saree. She was also begging me n asking if she could wear the violet saree of mine. Man, I sure am magnanimous. I loved that saree, and never on any occasion have I lent it to anyone. But how could I deny my sweet sis, I had been with her since young age and knew from the way she was pleading how badly she needed it. But why in hell should she wear saree, I wondered? Anyways I loved wearing saree. So I chose my next best favorite, pink one. I had dressed up myself. I thought I looked better than shakthi on all aspects. I was taller, fairer, had a better figure.
But my inner self was more interesting than my exterior. I was funny and intelligent. I was soft and playful. My parent loved me since I always put on an act as if I was very responsible and all. But from within I was always doing what I wanted to.
I was never against the concept of love like shakthi; I was not desperate to fall in love too. But there were some around 5 guys who proposed to me, but none interested me. People I was interested in were not interested in me. Anyways, I have always felt I never came across anybody who impressed me so much.
I liked karthik, and thought he was in all ways the best match for my sis. I always encouraged her to love karthik, by constantly reminding how vivek would marry shakthi n how miserable her life might become.
Oh, I forgot to tell u guys about vivek, he is our cousin. He adores shakthi like crazy. He couldn’t speak properly, a stammerer. But the worst part was our aunt. When she came home, she never stopped talking, constantly giving me a headache where she went. My face muscles also ached because I had to put on that constant smile on my face.
POORNIMA – ILLUSION OF REALITY
part 1
I was happy with the life I was living. I had amazing parents and a good loving sister. My dad worked in southern railways, my mom a housewife. I belong to the normal middle class household, who live a normal life yet has dreams deeper than the ocean.
I was the only kid in my home, till about three years of my age, after which my sis shakthi came into my life. Though she reduced the attention I got from my parents b I loved her, adored her. She was talkative, intelligent, witty, sometimes sarcastic, but always happy. Doing things she wanted to do. Never did she care about our parents that much, though it did not seem evident. But one day, it did seem clear to me that she was very selfish.
I don’t remember when it all started. I have a vague remembrance of poongodi s marriage in the village of nemmeli; a few kilometers from thanjavur.we had great fun. I had dressed poongodi up,i was very good at these things. and me n shakthi had a great time there.
There I noticed a guy in yellow shirt. I was wondering which category of guys he would fit into?
Oh, I did forget to tell u guys about how I categorized guys. I put any guy under 1 category of the four I had devised.
Category 1:
FLIRTS.
They always did what they wanted to do. No matter how it hurt the other person. Yet they always have this urge of keeping people around them happy. They don’t realize they want to keep themselves happy. Hypocrictic, because they cant be straight forward.
Category 2
Goodies
I realized karthik (the yellow shirt) belonged to this category. He liked to do what he wanted; yet he was sensitive, loving and caring.
Impatient, restless and charming, any girls dream.
Category 3
Introverts.
The life of these guys are books and machines. They love girls, yet cant accept. They criticize girls n pretend to ignore them. But they can get mad about some girl, that they would do anything for them.
Category 4
Passive
These people have no great ambitions or hope. They just live life, accepting what ever comes their way. They don’t strive for any of their desires; jus follow the path life leads them. And the first girl who proposes to them gets lucky! Rather say, unlucky?
I loved the sound of trains outside my house. Every morning the train sound woke us up. Most of our lives were spent in this train sound. We lived in tambaram, so shakthi and me had to take a train. She studied in madras medical college, one of the prestigious medical colleges in chennai. I worked in a bank. I helped in paying her college fees, which was rather a ransom amount.
I saw karthik again; he was in a train in the opposite track. Before I could open the topic about him. Shakthi started to speak about him. I came to know they had a brief encounter in the marriage of poongodi. She said he was a very arrogant guy, I did not feel so. I knew she was lying. Shakthi was very bad at it. I realized she was in love. Wow, is love this lovely? It made shakthi an altogether different person. She was even more fun to be with, but now her talks were more about karthik, though denying the fact she liked him.
I still can’t forget the day where he proposed virtually to her. Trying to indirectly imply the fact how madly he was in love with her, he looked funny. I could see the excitement in her face when he pronounced her name. How shakthi? How could u ever hide it from me that u were madly in love with karthik?
It was the month of October, but it still seemed to be cold. I loved the climate when I woke up. But now shakthi urged me to get ready n wear a saree. She was also begging me n asking if she could wear the violet saree of mine. Man, I sure am magnanimous. I loved that saree, and never on any occasion have I lent it to anyone. But how could I deny my sweet sis, I had been with her since young age and knew from the way she was pleading how badly she needed it. But why in hell should she wear saree, I wondered? Anyways I loved wearing saree. So I chose my next best favorite, pink one. I had dressed up myself. I thought I looked better than shakthi on all aspects. I was taller, fairer, had a better figure.
But my inner self was more interesting than my exterior. I was funny and intelligent. I was soft and playful. My parent loved me since I always put on an act as if I was very responsible and all. But from within I was always doing what I wanted to.
I was never against the concept of love like shakthi; I was not desperate to fall in love too. But there were some around 5 guys who proposed to me, but none interested me. People I was interested in were not interested in me. Anyways, I have always felt I never came across anybody who impressed me so much.
I liked karthik, and thought he was in all ways the best match for my sis. I always encouraged her to love karthik, by constantly reminding how vivek would marry shakthi n how miserable her life might become.
Oh, I forgot to tell u guys about vivek, he is our cousin. He adores shakthi like crazy. He couldn’t speak properly, a stammerer. But the worst part was our aunt. When she came home, she never stopped talking, constantly giving me a headache where she went. My face muscles also ached because I had to put on that constant smile on my face.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
five point someone?
i read tis book by chetan bhagat..
amazing book.. so simple n v touching.. it clearly proves wat i always belived in life..
at any point in yr life, there s nothin where u cant change anythin.. or plainly there s no dead end in life..
inspite of enjoying da 4 yrs n doin al crap the three guys, ryan , hari n alok get settled in life..
even tho its a dark novel( tat s y i loved it more).. its ending was a contrast..
i loved da book, i shd say.. it was funny n great narrative style.. i saw a lil r.k.narayan style influence.. u know, where he narrates serious stuff humorously.. i loved nehas character,,
a very sweet female who wants to try stuff in life..
esp at a point i was kinda amazed where she asks him 2 get a cigarette..
she says" get me 2! i ve heard it tastes too good after sex".. amazingly cool.. a hindustani girl by heart, but sometimes somethin gets on her..
a very happening book..
two days , da mood of da book kinda set on me.. i felt everythin, da way i felt wen i read da book..
wanna read one night at call center 2..
amazing book.. so simple n v touching.. it clearly proves wat i always belived in life..
at any point in yr life, there s nothin where u cant change anythin.. or plainly there s no dead end in life..
inspite of enjoying da 4 yrs n doin al crap the three guys, ryan , hari n alok get settled in life..
even tho its a dark novel( tat s y i loved it more).. its ending was a contrast..
i loved da book, i shd say.. it was funny n great narrative style.. i saw a lil r.k.narayan style influence.. u know, where he narrates serious stuff humorously.. i loved nehas character,,
a very sweet female who wants to try stuff in life..
esp at a point i was kinda amazed where she asks him 2 get a cigarette..
she says" get me 2! i ve heard it tastes too good after sex".. amazingly cool.. a hindustani girl by heart, but sometimes somethin gets on her..
a very happening book..
two days , da mood of da book kinda set on me.. i felt everythin, da way i felt wen i read da book..
wanna read one night at call center 2..
optimist?
I love this world
I love me
I love even what I am not
But what I want to be
Even the most impossible thing
Seems possible to me
Even the distant star seems close by
The hottest sun feels cold
Nothing, which cannot be felt
Nothing, which cannot be seen
Nothing, which cannot be done
Nothing, which cannot be said
I feel
I see
I do
I say
The crazy world says no to most things
It’s difficult
It’s tough
It’s not possible…
There is void space
But what I want is in me
In my mind
In my heart
Within my reach
No dream s unattainable
No fairyland unreachable
Do u call me an optimist???
I love me
I love even what I am not
But what I want to be
Even the most impossible thing
Seems possible to me
Even the distant star seems close by
The hottest sun feels cold
Nothing, which cannot be felt
Nothing, which cannot be seen
Nothing, which cannot be done
Nothing, which cannot be said
I feel
I see
I do
I say
The crazy world says no to most things
It’s difficult
It’s tough
It’s not possible…
There is void space
But what I want is in me
In my mind
In my heart
Within my reach
No dream s unattainable
No fairyland unreachable
Do u call me an optimist???
Sunday, January 08, 2006
bluffmaster..
oops.... dont think i m just another biased aby fan.. but i really loved da movie. of course da main highlights of da movie were
1.aby(of course)
2.stylish sets
3. music(right here n say na), beautifully picturised
4.nana patekar
5.riteish
6.the doc
7. priyanka 2.. she had acted well..
the bad points of da movie were
1.the ending which was not v convincing
2.unwanted emotional scenes.
3.lack in clarity..
but it was v enetertaining, da sets or the places where they were shot(not v sure) was v beautiful.
the romance between priyanka n aby was beautifully portrayed. even though the scenes were few.
i loved da lead pair a lot.
n wanted to blog abt da good music et al i ve been listening to. of course i listened 2 A.R.REehman s "RANG DE BASANTI".. its again totally v different. each song s damn different with typical rehman label on it.
then tis bluffmaster music. i love say na n right here right now.. they sound too good.
n now one upcomin music director s yuvan. his music s really really cool.. kanda naal mudhal had good music.. though da most beautiful part of da movies music was da title song which was jus a remix on da lines of alaipayuthey,.
then two songs in kalvanin kadhali r jus amazing. there s one song called "tajmahal kadhal".. which s simply superb. its not ordinary even in da most ordinary sense.. amazing music. it has a deep soul touching feel, its amazing.. one more song eno s cool too...
1.aby(of course)
2.stylish sets
3. music(right here n say na), beautifully picturised
4.nana patekar
5.riteish
6.the doc
7. priyanka 2.. she had acted well..
the bad points of da movie were
1.the ending which was not v convincing
2.unwanted emotional scenes.
3.lack in clarity..
but it was v enetertaining, da sets or the places where they were shot(not v sure) was v beautiful.
the romance between priyanka n aby was beautifully portrayed. even though the scenes were few.
i loved da lead pair a lot.
n wanted to blog abt da good music et al i ve been listening to. of course i listened 2 A.R.REehman s "RANG DE BASANTI".. its again totally v different. each song s damn different with typical rehman label on it.
then tis bluffmaster music. i love say na n right here right now.. they sound too good.
n now one upcomin music director s yuvan. his music s really really cool.. kanda naal mudhal had good music.. though da most beautiful part of da movies music was da title song which was jus a remix on da lines of alaipayuthey,.
then two songs in kalvanin kadhali r jus amazing. there s one song called "tajmahal kadhal".. which s simply superb. its not ordinary even in da most ordinary sense.. amazing music. it has a deep soul touching feel, its amazing.. one more song eno s cool too...
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
poem..
recently i wrote a poem about a guy.
this is actually the first one i have really written about any real person, other than the one about my sister.
anybody reading it would definitely find it glorifying, but an in depth reading will reveal da negative shades to it..
here it goes..
there is this guy
seen once
unseen many times
belongs to everyone
and yet to no one
you tell him sweet things.
u get sweet things doubly in return
when u say things he doesn't want to hear
u put him to sleep
all in all
he is unpenetratable
and within himself..
i challenged someone that i would write a blog with no short forms and properly punctauted. To do that i could not find something smaller to write. already i am struggling..
this is a very old poem i wrote, anyways short and sweet.
i hope atleast now there is a beginning to my post and an ending.;-)
this is actually the first one i have really written about any real person, other than the one about my sister.
anybody reading it would definitely find it glorifying, but an in depth reading will reveal da negative shades to it..
here it goes..
there is this guy
seen once
unseen many times
belongs to everyone
and yet to no one
you tell him sweet things.
u get sweet things doubly in return
when u say things he doesn't want to hear
u put him to sleep
all in all
he is unpenetratable
and within himself..
i challenged someone that i would write a blog with no short forms and properly punctauted. To do that i could not find something smaller to write. already i am struggling..
this is a very old poem i wrote, anyways short and sweet.
i hope atleast now there is a beginning to my post and an ending.;-)
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