Seasoned Reminiscence A Culmination

That hope gone grotesque… And when I fancy that feel… Sometimes a laugh, then a cry… And all seems a fickle What strikes my mind, at times? Sometimes a desirous venture At other times just a notion… When I subjugate myself inner… Am away from outer Wrapping my heart intensely Contagion in any form I don’t want to get involved When I keep it secure… Like a fetus inside a womb… I just put it inside… No more of wrath… Now I compassionate my feelings Myself, rather than a wandering I feel solemnized in me… No one can love me No one can protect me No one can Care me Being myself I Seek solace in me…

Oru Venel Puzhyil thelineeril Pulari Thilangi Mookam…. Illagalil Pookalil Ezhuthi njan elaveyil ayi nine… Meghamai enn thazhvarayil,thalamayi enn athmavil… Nenjilakum Manchiravin nanam pol ninnalum…. Heard this song? The lyricist mindset is beyond imagination. Creations are multitude and sometimes feelings are so subtle I want to think like that. Craziness and when it flows through words gives freshness of love which are rarely met in reality. Imagining the lover s feel for his sweetheart yesterday and repeatedly going back and forth the lyrics gave me so much happiness and pleasure and this is the love what each one wants .The appreciations flows naturally and the feelings one creates in another one’s mind is great .In fact I don’t find any word in dictionary for that feeling. If Lord created nature and universe and his imaginary world is bounded to a lover, (this is a crazy imagination of mine) how will this lyrics be when it is sung by him for his heartthrob. Note:Yo...

A new job in Bangalore making me nasty and the feel for visiting family members at Trivandrum in the verge of Pooja holidays…resulted in havoc for booking the tickets. The whole issue loomed with a hell lot of opinions from family members for Malavika’s Vidyarambam.I was busying myself convincing my dear ones .One party wanted to go to Mookambika and my better half wanted it at his favorite temple in Trivandrum. Emotional outbursts from both sides…. me in turmoil! What to do?…. :P So I totally supported my better half and tried to book ticket for Friday.Atlast we reserved tickets and I and Malu boarded the bus on Friday night. Now a more hyperactive Malavika became all the more euphoric seeing the bus seating’s and the new space she got. Now not many was able to sleep in that bus because of this tiny tots lullaby singing (no one can make out what she says :P )and naughty cries .People started giving me blank stares with a notion like what on earth this crazy lady boarded bus with this...