The Pensive

A memory from Langkawi

2011-05-12T09:26:00.000-07:00

In the stillness of the ocean bed, I saw the marvel of nature.The huge waves crested and broke tumultuously over the surface. The roar of the waves asserted its powers on us, mere mortals. The subtly different hues of blues and greens of the water around gave me the impression that I was looking at the entire spectrum of the blue-green wavelength. A peep into the ocean proved me wrong.The fish in various colours, swam around in orderly schools. The fish were coloured brighter than the brightest blue of the ocean and duller than the dullest green of the ocean. I was transcended into a mode where I felt like I was watching tantalizing colours dripping into a giant blue tub of water and mixing rapidly to form the most beautiful patterns and shades.

A few laps, and innumerable heart beats away, the dull corals came into view. now, the colour palettes wove in and out of the complex coral structures.

A baby shark swam by, sending a school of fish swimming away in a flurry. The white sands at the very bottom glistened with all their abundant knowledge gained from centuries of looking up at the world above. Except for the fish swimming around, the world in my view was absolutely still.

I couldn't help but marvel the fact that this calmness was hiding, deep in its loins, capability of mass destruction with just a gentle shrug.... All sounds ceased to exist... the colourful tranquility wedged itself in the crook of my mind as I lost control over my snorkelling gear and surfaced.

Dreams

2011-04-13T17:57:00.000-07:00

As soon as i typed out the title of this post, quite a few quotes popped into my mind. None of them seem to do justice to the exhilaration I feel right now.

As clichéd as it may sound, ' A conversation changed my life'. I have always been skeptical about life changing moments, life changing conversation etc. I have firmly believed that it is the little things we do everyday that culminates in determining the grand or not so grand path that our life takes. I stand corrected. I have realised that the direction that the small actions of everyday are determined by the bigger picture we have in mind. A moment or a conversation that jerks us back to the big picture or redefines the ultimate purpose we think up for ourself can have a very big impact on what we do everyday.

Reading slambooks from the past can be very painful - I get reminded of how full of dreams, hopes and promises each of us were in the early adolescent years. As we grow up, so called practicality takes over.

Then, I tend to wind up thinking of how boring the mundane life is now. I'v been living a life resigned to the fact that life is going to be boring. It took a good conversation to bring back that spark that makes me wake up each day feeling like I am here for a purpose.

I have realised that the everyday charade is indeed only a temporary means to achieve a purpose, which in turn would fuel a higher purpose. All pieces seem to fit beautifully to take me to the place I have set my heart upon.

It is all about positioning these propositions in our mind, even if it just to convince ourself and keep reminding us of what we are working through. It helps to put down the dreams and thoughts on paper. Doing so, formalises the commitment one is making to oneself. A few years down the line, I'm sure each of us would be surprised to see how much of it we have actually achieved. ideas that seem impractical and unachievable right now are just a leap away - a leap of faith.

It is easy to forget these dreams, get bogged down by the mundane and crib about life everyday - and still do nothing about it. I refuse to belong to that clan anymore. There are a few promises I have made to myself and I will do what it takes to achieve them. If you are around to help, thanks - If you are around to pass on some cynical comment, buzz off - keep the negativity to yourself, I'm here for a reason.

Most importantly, the-friend-I-had-lunch-with-a-couple-of-days-back, THANK YOU - You changed my life.

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

- Langston Hughes

PS: None of the pics in this post are mine, they are flicked from random sites.

Blood test

2011-01-26T23:19:00.000-08:00

The last thing you want to hear when a nurse is sitting with a needle pushed into your skin is "Oooops!"

If I could live my life again....

2011-01-04T07:56:00.000-08:00

A flight from Chennai to Singapore is not fun. Specially when two infants in opposite rows are having a screaming match. It's some what like a pendulum - one without a damping factor. All is peaceful for a few moments. The second I start thanking the fates for sparing me this time, the one in the seat in front of me start wailing. The one in the adjacent row takes the cues and starts going on at full volume at once. They are in perfect co-ordination. They take turns like they went for screaming lessons for years together. It sounds somewhat like this :

#1 :....Waaaaah

#2:...................Waaaaaah

#1:...................................Waaaaaah

#2...................................................Waaaaaah

#1....................................................................WAAAAAAAAH

#2...............................................................................................WAAAAAAAAH

Well, you get the idea. If only SJ Suryah had been on the flight, he's have made an amazing movie on how it was in the fates of these screamers to unite in holy matrimony later in life.

Anyway, I couldn't sleep, so I sat and thought about things. This process generally leaves me much more confused than I generally am in life...Since I was just coming back to mokkapore after an amazing week at home, I couldn't help but think.. If I had to make some decisions in life again...would I choose to leave home at 17 years of age and go to Singapore for my education?

I am very thankful for the taste of independence that I got at an early age that has made me what I am today. The absolute freedom to do what I want to and be accountable for my actions, financial independence, a very close circle of friends, new lifestyle and its consequences.... the list is endless.

But at what cost? It is only at home that the concept of unconditional love exists. I do not have t think if my statements will be mis interpreted. I do not have to worry if I will be judged on what I wear.

Every time I visit my hometown, the culture of the place, in all its glory and dirtiness, engulfs me and makes me feel like I belong to there. There is no dearth of good food.

At home, there is the luxury sharing everyday joys and tears with people you love (and the same people love you back!). Once back in my own world, the facade of the bravado has to go on, leaving a tingling feeling that maybe i grew up too fast?

The worst part about visiting home is the return journey... The sinking feeling in my stomach on the day I leave - the uncertainty of when I would visit next - would I ever get to live at my home again? as my parents' daughter and experience the nice-ities and the not-so-niceities of staying at home?

Yet, If I could live my life again.. What would I do? I am stumped. It would be absurd to say that I'd have been happy without my independence. equally absurd would be to say that I don't miss home or my parents and sister...Some questions just don't have any answers. Life just goes on....

Happy Diwali - 1

2010-11-02T01:30:00.002-07:00

Till a few days back, I was extremely excited to be home for Diwali this year. I would bore every single person who would listen, with a story about how I was going home for Diwali after 5 years, about how I was excited about the festivity after 5 hellish Diwalis in Sing, where the most special thing about Diwali was attending dinner parties. Irrespective of however long I have been in a different society, I cannot accustomise myself to the lack of festivity in the atmosphere (the deafening crackers, smell of special food everywhere, impossible levels of sulphur in the air ..) and the absence of my favourite people around for this period of fun.

Back to where I started - yeah, I was extremely excited to be back. So were my parents (I hope). The day I landed here, I got whisked away to shop for clothes for Diwali. I was mercilessly dragged from store to store in choking crowds to try on clothes. Yes, my mother doesn't realise a lost cause when she sees one. It has been three days of torture and I haven't found a dress to my parents' satisfaction yet. I have half a mind to rush to one of the curtains/ bedsheet shops and buy something long and wide and wrap it around myself for Diwali. Cut the shopping crap and bring on the good food, I say!

Diwali

2010-10-28T09:10:00.000-07:00

Diwali is fast approaching - and in quite a few years, it finally has some meaning.

however, thanks to thalaivar, everyone get ready for a deluge of messages from all over that says "Happy Diwali Folks"

How did I miss this?

2010-10-26T08:16:00.001-07:00

Disclaimer : The post below has been lifted from Shweta's blog -word for word. I am disappointed that I missed this announcement somewhere in uni. I am even further disappointed that a similar session was not organised for the ladies!

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Killer

2010-10-25T07:42:00.000-07:00

Dear killer,

Please be informed that stinking is NOT your birth right. If I had my way, it would be on top of the list of criminal offences.

I used to think it was grueling to wake up at a set time every morning and travel to my work place for an hour. I should have counted my blessings those days, because right in the middle of my self pity, you arrived. Dressed impeccably - Except, your pseudo sexy perfume did not cover up your stench. You were leaving behind a trail of people in coma. Yet your aura of confidence, was astonishing. You chose me as the blessed one and sat next to me in the bus. My nostrils shut off. My mind started going numb. My lungs were screaming. If it were India, i'd put my head out of the window and risk getting hit by a heavy vehicle or tree branch, rather than suffocate and die. Sadly, LTA in Singapore enjoys inflicting all kinds of torture on people. They deny us sensible conductors, then they pack us in buses and trains with killers like you. Someday, I would like to write a book titled WHY? these folks, and of course, you would feature in it. I'm digressing!

Sensing that I wouldn't survive the journey, I politely alighted at the next stop. I am almost sure that the 14 people who got off with me didn't intend to get off here when they first boarded the bus.

Some senseless folks fix up meetings for 9AM. No doubts, this HAD to be one of those days. There was no way I could wait for the next bus to arrive (this bus deserves many prestigious awards for it awesome frequency of 'once every 35 minutes' during peak hours - that is an entire story by itself). I dialed a cab, paid extra booking fees, peak hour charges and got to work.

Please reimburse $18.90

"All the perfume of Arabia will not sweeten this hand. Oh oh Oh!"

2010-04-10T08:12:00.000-07:00

When someone I love, almost a decade younger to me, tells me stories... stories of fun and excitement... my mind tends to rewind to the way I did things.. the fun I had, and the fun I missed out on.

When she speaks with so much enthusiasm... so much enthusiasm that I had in the past, the enthusiasm that is conspicuous in life now by its absence...

When her voice echoes with an unmistakable ring of pleasure in the present and thrill about the future...I am very glad for her...

I feel the high..

but once the euphoria dies, I realise..

I am a thing of the past

My good luck

2009-07-02T10:39:00.000-07:00

Good luck follows me EVERYWHERE.
literally.

6 months of pulling yourself to work at ungodly hours is punishment enough. but add to it - being stuck inside an MRT compartment with crying kids and smooching couples - the ultimate killer combo.
If i stand on the escalator, the couple in front of me will hold hands and start smooching soon. SG's fault, i always assumed.

Today, I took the awesome green Pallavan bus from KK Nagar to T Nagar. The moment I sat in a seat, a guy n a girl sat in the seat in front of me... they were in a very heated discussion about how to speak to her father about something. Since it was interesting, my ear automatically tuned in there. It took just a few seconds to realise that my good luck had followed me here too! This guy held her hand then put it around her.. then took the liberty to pinch her cheeks.
Something in my heart cracked... You too Chennai?

Then stepped in our Hero... blue shirt conductor to the rescue.
" Dei savugraki, pakathla ponnu irunda odane kai potruviya ni? unnalaam police la pudichu kudutha daan da urupduveenga. ootuku thalltu poi idulaam pannunga da. bus la kozhandaingalaam vardula? ipdi galeej panringa, arivilla?
ennama ni... dejent illama. un appa ku fone potu pesava? .........."

They got down at the next bus stop and left everyone in peace. vaazhga Madras.

LTA shud abolish EZlink system n introduce such conductors in MRTs!

God save me

2009-05-29T21:44:00.000-07:00

My friends...

once case, sees a dog.. she rushes to the dog and asks it its name... and expects the dog to reply!

another case, sees a 4 yr old child.. and in order to get us snapped on her camera phone, runs behind the boy, shouting, ei payya, ei payya.. thus effectively scaring him away!

speak abt a broad spectrum!

2009-03-13T09:02:00.000-07:00

I had a really really crappy day at work today...
I was sapped of all energy and enthusiasm. So, very morosely, I was on my way back...

I saw an old aunty going through the contents of the dustbin ...to see if she could salvage anything from it...
I saw a waiter clearing up messy tables... he looked very tired.
When he cleared my table, I thanked him and he looked very flustered....

I lead a blessed life.

Why?

2008-11-18T19:25:00.000-08:00

lack of companionship?
hormones?
general boredom with the monotonous life?
the need to be accepted by someone?
peer pressure?
too much time on hands?
watever

but why!?

2008-10-14T03:54:00.000-07:00

The temptation to finish the book she was reading kept her up till 4 am. Sadly, she had to wake up at 7 am the next day to attend an important meeting. Sleep deprivation and lack of caffeine had her in one of her worst moods that morning. The sun that shone brightly did nothing to improve things. To add to it all, she managed to miss the bus which was infamous for its frequency - one bus every 45 minutes. Cursing her luck, she started on her half an hour walk to the meeting venue. She didn't have a good feeling about the meeting to come... it took too much to brighten a day that began bad.

Sweat dripping, eyes drooping, hungry and fatigued, she walked alone on the unknown road.. unsure of the venue. Though there were signboards everywhere, she felt lost like never before. The sudden pang of missing home hit her after a very long time. She yearned for some familiar roads, familiar sights... familiar sounds....

Still unsure if she was taking the right road, she turned right and started looking for a specific lanes. Looking at the tall buildings that lined the road and defined the skyline, she wondered how she could hate them, when she had just cursed the uncivilized "retreat" for its lack of buildings, traffic and people, less than a month back. With every step she took, her mood soured and she wished she could be home, just for some sense of familiarity.

Lost in her deep sense of self pity, she didn't notice the music from the player in one the houses on the street. She suddenly snapped back to senses when she realised that it was a familiar tune... a tune she had grown up with.. MS Subbulakshmi's divine voice sang ..
"Shree Vaisham pãyana uvacha:
Shruthvã dharmãna séshéna pãvananicha sarvashaha
Yudhishtara shanthanavam punarévãbya bashatha.."

She stopped walking and closed her eyes for a minute, letting the familiar words,tune and voice reach her. Reach, they did. She walked away admiring the tall buildings...she walked with a smile on her face .. wherever you go, there is already a part of India there.

It didn't take so much to brighten a dull day after all...!

2008-09-15T09:10:00.000-07:00

a blast from the past... a friend... reminded me how it feels to miss someone...

Did it really happen?

2008-08-26T02:56:00.000-07:00

The roar of the wind in my ears reduces the conversation in the car to a mere buzz at the back of my mind...

the breathtaking scene unfolding in front of my eyes has my entire attention in its jaws. I can only stare helplessly as my senses try to grasp the magnificence of the beauty that lies around me, in all its glory...

I am an insignificant speck amidst all this!

the river - muddy from its travel over the mountains and miles of plains - flows gracefully, navigating the bends regally. The tall pine trees seem to show what pride really is. the mountains reach up, piercing into the clouds and rising even above it, making the clouds seem easily reachable....

The fresh air rejuvenates every cell in my body - every cell that has undergone the strenuous cycle of routine over the months...

The clouds gather and open up slowly.... the steady drizzle starts getting progressivley stronger and blows the golden droplets on to my face, in the moving car...

My father, worried about my health. sternly asks me to raise the window glass... the buzz at the back of my mind is back to the foreground and becomes an understandable conversation - a conversation, whose main focus is me.

insignificant speck, indeed.....

yechchai elai...

2008-07-08T00:52:00.000-07:00

yechchai elai is very very popular since the ages of yore(is the expression even used anymore?)

earlier, after aathukaarar (a.k.a husband) finishes his wholesome meal on bana leaf, the aathukaari (a.k.a wife) eats on the same yechcha elai, as per custom and earns approval of all maami's.

"Chee, wat a stupid tradition... Horrible ya they are", says V, but her boy friend and her, will happily drink out of a single glass of Pineapple Lemonade Spritzers with two straws! yes, tender coconut also.

Not that I approve of either! (but who cares?)

However, i wonder what will happen when A (if)(ever) finds a boyfriend, they go out for a romantic dinner and he orders a single, tall glass of some exotic sounding juice with two straws and gazes lovingly into her eyes....
A's usual practice while drinking something with a straw is approximately as follows:

1) suck in strongly for a whole mouth full of watever liquid is in the container... say MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM or shout UWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKK...

2)repeat step 1 for the next 1 minute.

3) get bored with the drink.

4) suck in gently... and while the liquid nears her mouth, give up and let the entire column of liquid fall back into the container..

5) Repeat step 4 without any breaks...

6) blow strongly into the container using the straw so that liquid bubbles violently and there is sufficiently enough saliva mixed with the drink...

7) graciously offer a sip to anyone and everyone in the vicinity.

Will the relationship last???

another day..

2007-07-16T08:01:00.000-07:00

The marriage was amazing! Held in one of the largest halls available, the parents of the bride had gone to great extents to ensure pomp! The bride glittered, decked in jewelery while the parents of the bride n groom flaunted all the accessories associated with the marriage. She met a lot of cousins, old friends, "interesting' people and of course uncles,aunts, grandpas n grandmas who never failed to use the same exclaimation " Oh my! uv grown sooo much! i remember when u mother smaller than u!"( *SIGH*, they haven't shrunk either) ...

The best part was the food... innumerable items were served, irrespective of whether it was it would be consumed by the guest or thrown away! she had her share of good food, refusing nothing and tasting all delicacies. Not liking something was not an issue, she could leave it on the "banana leaf", no questions asked. After attending everything other than the first night, she left with her parents in their car.

"We will be having guests at home tomorrow, are there sweets at home?", her dad asked her mother. Her mother dutifully replied that it was better to stop at the sweet shop and get some "stuff" while going home... Her dad stopped the car outside a huge sweet shop . " Stay in the car, let me go in and get the sweets" he said...Thinking of nothing particular, she looked out of the window...

Three children were sitting on the platform, wearing nothing. Their parents were sitting near them, engaged in a heated discussion. The three children were bickering over a plate, with some left over food. the youngest kid dropped the plate down and everything there came to a standstill. The father lost no time in slapping the child hard and grabbing the little hair on her head. The child screamed in pain... the father was now in a rage, verbally abusing all the three kids who were crying loudly.The mother intervened and got slapped immedeately.That did not prevent her from sticking up for her kids. Then, she picked the little food that had fallen down and put it back on the plate, consoling the kids. The father, now, distracted had starting drinking contentedly from his whiskey bottle.
She wondered.. would the children get decent meals everyday? would they ever even have a chance to get educated? or would the legacy continue? with them bringing up their kids on the platform? see their grandchildren playing on the same platform? be devoid of basic amenities? Would they ever get a chance to look beyond their small world?

Her father was back with the sweets... Kaju Katli and Mysore Pauk! YUM!

..

2007-06-26T10:13:00.000-07:00

It started drizzling. She glanced outside the huge French windows, rooted to the spot she sat. The beauty outside did not register on her already saturated mind. The winds started off gently and then began howling... Her preoccupation snapped. She yearned to walk to the windows, hold on to the grill, feel the drizzle on her face , enjoy the scent smell from the first few drops hitting the ground, and sing a song - from the heart.... but the 4 chat windows and the 3 web browser windows held her back.

Her attention was back to the black box, the product of technology, on her lap.

****BANG****

Everything went dark for a moment. Power failure!!! But the next instant, the inverter at home started its function loyally and turned on all lights and fans. Even the dead baterry of the black box started getting recharged.

By a twist of fate, the inverter got screwed and it was pitch black again!

Now, the moonlight had no rivals to steal her attention from itself.

The moon shone in all its glory.

The winds howled through the tress, sparing no leaf. How she wished she were a leaf, caressed by the wind!

The drizzle steadied itself.

Sounds except the wind's tantrum ceased to exist!

The heart finally sang.....
A moment of pure and eternal bliss...joy...
The magic never changed... it never failed to amaze her...

The drizzling stopped....
The trees became still...
The moon hid behind the clouds....
The lights, fans, laptop and TV, were back on.

Yet another day gone by!

2007-05-24T08:05:00.000-07:00

Disclaimer: The following post is a result of too much time and too little work in my hands...absolutely crappy n boring. Proceed only if u r bored enough or dont continue. uv been warned.

After weeks together of moaning and sighing, Im finally back to to sumptous amma'c cooking!
And that is the only thing that appeals to me here beyond family and friends. The initial euphoria when the flight touched down soon evaporated, probably coz of the sun shining down ever so generously on this specific part of Earth! the honking of the horns and the constant brakes on the vehicle suddenly seemed irritating to me..(This surprised even me coz this was one aspect of my Singara Chennai that i missed terribly @ Spore).
Once back home, everything seemed irritating, thanks to the heat and the perspiration it caused! Thus, i ended up sitting in the AC room throughout the day coz i suddenly realised that the LAN (which was available only outside the AC room) was not fast enough to put up with the heat..

So there i was.. the trip Id looked forward to the most saw me sitting inside an Ac room either at my relative's, frnd's or my home :( the fact that some frnds were constantly reminding me of how pleasant it was in places like Bombay ( Yeah, im speaking abt u ! GRRR) was only adding to the agony!

yesterday i decided to drop into Arthi's place to spend the day but my sister raised hell abt being left alone and somehome made my mother insist that i take her along! Luckily Arthi din seem to mind and her sis was the same age as my sis... wat i assumed wud be a drag finally turned out to be a great day! It was amazing to see how much sisters had grown over just one sem! very fast indeed! After a day full of food, laughs, games (yeah, we even played hide n seek :) ),a movie and pulling each other's legs, I realised something... DONT EVER ALLOW UR CLOSEST FRND N SISTER TO MEET ONE ANOTHER.. it spells DOOM to u.. n now i have to put up with threats n blackmails of complaints to my mum abt certain stuff that i never meant for my sis to know!

With the 2nd sem results being announced in just 1 more day :(( I have nothign to look forward to but the three day trip to kodaikanal for which we all r leaving on the day after the results!
Hope my Saturday doesnt spoil the rest of the week!

Iniya Tamil Puthaandu nalvaazhthukkal...

2007-04-14T04:12:00.000-07:00

April 14th
Iniya tamizh puthaandu nal vaazhthukkal!
A special day for the tamil folks indeed.. siginfying the beginning of a new year...
The day usually begins with amma waking me up over n over again, n pushing me in to the bathroom for head bath. new clothes...Temple visit follows..
The best part begins after this.. A whole day of lazing around with amma's aweosme food.. payasam, vadai , vetha kozhambu, molagu appalam.. etc! wow!!!
Sun TV, Jaya TV, Raj TV on n on.. all airing diff programmes n new movies,..
meeting cousin...

Seems a world away..

My tamil New years day today...
Difficult to define when it began.. stayin up upto 5 30 am makes it difficult to define wats day n wats night! Well, officially , for tamil new years day, I woke up at 2 30 PM.
exams in a week... so pretending to study! 6 inch sub, instant noodles, 3-in-1 coffee..
for the whole day!
Brilliant menu.

well, yeah, iniya tamizh puthaandu nal vaazhthukkal.

RAIN

2007-04-11T19:28:00.000-07:00

A million thoughts were running through her head….The drive had been good... She got out of the car and felt the first drop of the rain fall on her shoulder… she looked up and was rewarded with a few more drops that were starting to fall at an increasing rate…The drizzle became a shower…the street was becoming empty fast.. everyone was running for cover….

She would never ever understand why people would ever want to stay dry and not get wet in the rain.

She stood there.. lost in thought… the “million thoughts” in her head were being washed away by the magical drops from the sky. She started walking… away from her home…in the opposite direction, onto the road, a road devoid of people, of vehicles, ignoring the are-you-crazy look many people were giving her… all work lay forgotten..

A clasp of thunder and a bolt of lightening jarred most people and made them look for safer places to stand. ..but.. to her.. it was music.. a theme befitting the magic of the rain… she walked on.. her clothes drenched thoroughly…her spirits soaring…her heart singing with joy.. her face revealing the happiness.. the kid in her unleashed… rediscovering the simple pleasures of life…

She reached her favourite place- a place that frequently saw her – in her happiness and sadness…. She stood at the first stair of the long winding fleet and looked down at the world lie beneath her in all its glory… the deafening fall of the rain playing tunes in her mind…

The simple pleasures of life… AH!

Life is beautiful after all…

" Rain drops and Dance.... A Strange kind of romance..."

Home sick....

2007-03-01T11:55:00.000-08:00

Homesick.

I'm homesick to-night, just homesick,
O! how I long once more
Just to sit as of old in the twilight
On the step of the old kitchen door
And watch the meek cows in the farmyard,
And the colts in their frolicksome play
Or standing contentedly nibbling
At the stacks of the sweet clover hay.

I'm homesick to-night, oh so homesick,
Just to be there once more,
And stand where the golden sunshine
Falleth across the floor;
Or to sit by the open window
Where the breeze blows happy and free^__
There isn't one spot in the old home
But brings some tender mem'ry to me.

I'm homesick to-night, O how homesick,
Never my tongue may tell,
Tho' my heart may break with longing
For the scenes that I love so well;
But the dear old home in the valley
Will be mine, O never again:
No more will its sunshine cheer me,
And wishes and tears are in vain.

^__Mrs. Ella Goodwin, Ludell.

Hurt

2007-01-17T03:08:00.000-08:00

When your heart
Has been broken
And stepped on
It leaves you hesitant
Reluctant to try
To give in once more
To open up To emotion
To dip your toe
Into the mire
Into the ocean
Of desire
To dip your toe
Into the ocean
Of unknown emotion
If you don’t
Enter the water
You wont get wet
There is no danger
Of being dragged under
Should you take a chance?
On love again
Throw caution to the wind
Open yourself up to the pain
Or the pleasure
Feel the love
Washing over you
Immersing yourself
The waves washing over you
It may drown you
If you do
If you resist the temptation
You will be safe
Unharmed in your segregation
Yet a single moment spent
In the refreshing waters
Stood on the ocean floor
Is worth a lifetime
Spent safely on the shore

The Rainy Day

2006-11-29T00:41:00.000-08:00

The Rainy Day……

All sounds ‘round me begin to fade away

As I’m transported into a new world of grey..

I look out and see sloping roofs, in shades of red,

The trees clustered together, a canopy of green bed…

The skies grow progressively darker

The gentle breeze gets enjoyably sharper…

The clouds pregnant with liquid gold,

Ready to rupture and shower – to put life on hold..

The yellow ball of fire usually so bossy and loud,

Now gets so shy and hides deep inside a cloud!

The world now is so pretty and sweet…

Oh! How I’d love to live forever in this retreat…

The clouds finally open up and sprinkle the world with its essence

Arising from the ground are the tantalizing scents…

The shower gets stronger, the winds more powerful..

blowing the droplets on to my face, awakening emotions so beautiful.......

In this world of mine, I can hear a voice calling out to me…

Asking me to slow down and live life carefree…

In this depth of silence I can hear the beautiful song…

The song emanating from me, buried and hidden so long!

I fall in love with nature ,over and over again…

As it fills me with radiant bliss and slowly erases all pain..

SLOWLY……

- L Preetha

2006-10-22T21:54:00.000-07:00

arms outstretched...
reaching towards the glorious sky...
starless..
yet i cannot tear my eyes away from the tantalizing velvet of black.
the pleasant breeze carasses me...
not a sound to be heard around...
my mind is blank..
not a thought drifts by...
oblivious to any sign of life around me....
is this what is called heaven?paradise? bliss?suddenly...
i hear a familiar ringtone n jerk back to reality and pick up my noisy cell fone...
"hi appa"
"hi Preetha... wat r u doing? "
"not much dad.. just lying down outside Yong Siew Toh conservatory of music.."
"hey ..isnt it 1:30 am there?? make sure u don't catch a cold..take care.."
"sure pa.. ill take care... na apram pesaren... ill call u in the evening 2morrow..."
"ok .. odamba paathuko!"
"ok pa.. bye..good night ..sweet dreams..."
"good night..sweet dreams..."
i come back to my own world..
but this time..
my mind is not so blank...
it goes into a whirl of thoughts...sweet and sour..
random people walk in and out of my thoughts..
some significant people stay...
making me muse overwhats actually happenning in my life..
the wind gets colder and rushes thru...
i turn to my side and curl up..
suddenly aware of a pair of eyes looking at me...
YIKES! the security guard from inside theYST conservatory of music gives me suspicious stares..
i then drop my reverie..
and decide its time ot get back to my room..
switch on my laptop....
get back to the real world..
where things are very different from what i just experienced.....

My Favourite Poem!

2006-05-31T04:50:00.000-07:00

The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.