I know you didn't mean to make me cry !!

When someone hurts you

Its hard to let go of the pain.....

I know and saw that struggle in you..

with anger and pain,

What I fail to see is that the pain is often our own dreams crashing to the ground

I wish you happiness ever and I stil love you. My love for you was childlike, innocent and pure and came out of the blue and hung just on a feeling but it was the strongest feeling I ever felt. I surrendered my dreams because they hurted you and I would rather bear that hurt than pull at you at the very time that I came to know that you are not thinking on the way I was. I felt tears and sorrow deeply inside and nobody will see it or can guess it. Its part of me now this familiar sadness and hollow and hopelessness. The very sadness I had been running from, and you know it !!.

Nobody ever cared for me and I don't expect anyone ever will. But, knowing you loved someone and that you don't feel the same for me.... I know how the story ended. I've known for some time but I wanted to hang on a little longer. I'm sorry only that I wil meet you as a married woman next.. The fault is all mine and my sadness too. But in my dreams, which were unrestrained, I had a happy life with you and you were good to me...and that is my sadness; knowing it.

I want to run and scream and cry but everything feels bound up tightly inside; only veins and muscles twitch and salty sleepless tears form and slowly fall. Today I have no dreams, no true home... only tears and my only fear is that they will remain forever. Whatever God has now chosen for me, I am just now a feather in the wind and feel unworthy of love. The trailing whisps of dreams are not enough to bear the weight of my sorrow.

When my tears dry, I hope you know I still care and I will not abandon you if you need a friend or a shoulder to lean on. You are still precious and you are in my heart.

Because.... I know you didn't mean to make me cry. neither am I.

Timid !!!

I saw her first
in the words
she wrote
I saw her next
in the words
she spoke
So many days
so far apart
but felt close enough
that she touched my heart...

Shouldn't I show ? or should I not ?

For you !!!

I would hate to say it, but our friendship just can't last. The wonderful times we shared together, have faded to the past. I told you it would happen, that our friendship was bound to end. Although I know you care, I cannot consider you as a friend. Please don't try to argue, just try to understand. That time can change people, as the tide can change the sand. Our friendship has been lovely, but you see it has an end. For now I fell in a different way, I've fallen in love with you my friend.

A mystery in the History !!!

I heard it as one of the infamous, Calm and unclean beaches in singapore, I dint know the mystery of its calmness until i visited there for my night photography, specilally that tomb which conveyed me about the history of that beach. Hmm that was scary though.

You may ask me wats so mystery in that, To explain that, may I take you backdated to 21 February 1942 for few moments please..

About 400 Chinese civilians were killed by the Japanese on this northeastern shore, becoming victims of the Sook Ching purge. And the civilians were made kneeled down on the shore and just shot to dead.

Yes, they were killed on 1942, but the scary story still continues there, I heard from few of my ghost-y friends, I mean the freinds who are interested in looking for some haunted places to feel the negative feelings and paranormal activities, and heard them saying its trivial at night times that too on the Lunar month which is considered as 'Hungry-Ghost' month as per chinese tradition.

Their experience and the photos are well spoken about what they felt there, They explained about the orbs that they have witnessed which can only be seen in EMF lens, from which they beleive that its all of that negeaitve energy.

Well, I am not a beleiver in ghosts, but according to me, There is some positive energy exists in this whole system which some of us may call us as angels, gods etc., with different names as per their own dialects. also, whereever there is a positive then there should be negative too, why not this can be considred as that negative, with the name of ghosts, evils, demons, etc., etc.,

But, I am still thinking about the series of photo which they showed me that the orbs are being gathered over a lighted incence sticks which chinese considered as 'offerings' for ancestor's.

well, whatever it may be.. This mystery never ends.

But, One thing for sure, In the process of finding this mystery, our politicians and religous institutions are producing more and more ghosts :)

The "Errored" Questions from a "Questionable" error

Ever since I turned 25, my mom's vocabulary seems to have gradually shrunk. It now consists of only about five words, usually arranged to form this question: "When are you getting married?".

If I had a nickel for every time I've heard the question, I'd be able to afford a mail-order bride. Maybe even I could think about ordering the one who can speak English. :)

Since, mom and others ask the s[h]ame question so often, "When r u gng to get married", I'm tempted to tattoo the answer on my forehead ( yaaa Man, I am bored of repeating thsi to everyone ) : "I'm a programmer, not a Joshyar".

But if I did that, my mom and I would never talk. She'd just look at my forehead and shake her head. And her expression would say: "Where did I go wrong with this child?, Did I dropped him when he was a child" ? :)

Sometimes, just for fun, I feel like scaring my mom by saying I won't get married until one of these things happen:

- Karunanithi and Jayalalitha Join their hands ( comeon, I am speaking about politics not in their life )
- Hanuman Comes and lift our home & farmland and put it in Mauritiuos island.
- 'Final Destination' series comes to an end.
- Ken Starr has Thanksgiving dinner with the Clintons. :)

hehe :P

It's not that I don't believe in marriage. I just believe it should involve two people who love each other so much and they're willing to risk living together.

RISK ???

It's certainly a big risk. If the marriage goes sour, you can lose some of your most prized possessions. and you are in trouble even if there is very small misunderstadning which can create a gap inturn in your interest on it.

But I could be wrong about the importance of love, Because I have not gone past one. After all, millions of people in my native country, India, believe in arranged marriages, even though such marriages sometimes produce

children like me. :)))

The families of the bride and groom usually do the arranging, uniting two people who hardly know each other. They get to meet and talk for few minutes, then to knot :). The honeymoon is like a first meet and talk, which westerners call as date, except you're certain to get past first base.

To many westerners, an arranged marriage may seem more like a deranged marriage. Most of them believe in falling in love and understanding is needed before marriage. Well, some of them beleive more than that too :), For them, The only mystery left for the honeymoon after marriage is that whether the hotel accepts VISA n Mastercard's, Juzt nothing else. lol.

But somehow these marriages tend to last. Divorces in India are as rare as hamburger joints. By Considering these facts, I also decided to go for it, Decided ?.. naah.. I also have to go for it. Its a forced one rather than the decision.

Come on, how many days one will think of the tattoo in head :).

Its Simply the destiny...... Let it roll :)

Oh Scary...eeeeeeee

I was alone today in my house.
The Clock started its Hour bell,
I Woke up from the old chair, In which I was sitting from the evening and reading a Horror story.
Fridge closed automatically, after It quenched my thirst. On the way back to my bed room, I saw !!!!!!!!!!!!
.....The chair which I was sitting is Vanished !!! .....
The clock finished its 12th Hour bell.

An Isolated Flame...

Its a fretful feeling of being with a Not-to-have best Friend,

Yes, We are best friends,
She is the Big dot-but not a Full stop-in my Biography
Nevertheless, Without her I cant be....
Though she is irascible, She was very nice to me,

But a day has came, When She left my hand
I was Very happy for that.... ????

She came to my life again after few yrs.
She Became a True companion for my woes,
I felt, How Unlucky I am,
But I am yet what I am .....

Feeling down Or depressed,
She is my melody....

Back from work - Tired and torn,
She sits and hugs,
She adorned my space...

Hitting Mattress - Drained and stumbled
She snuggles and Sings,
She empathizes me

Exhilarated or unhappy; She is the book to read.
Fretful or anxious; She is gelid to quench.

How Unlucky I am,
But I am, yet what I am ......

When Her Hand on mine,
Thousands words on mind

My Pages have been rolled away by
Frequenting out with her,
To Films - to make her happy.
To Treks - to indulge her in nature..

She became a mystery on,
the Pages of my history..

Well Paired we are,
Me and "My Loneliness", A best friend of mine
Yes, she is the best friend of mine

How Unlucky I am,
But still I am yet what I am...

When no one cares or knows,
I am the self consumer of my woes...
Subtle thoughts of solitary,
rise and vanish in memory....

When into nothingness of mind,
Life expects juvenile bind..
My very soul in fiery flames,
With the shadow of simple blames.

Solitude is sometimes arresting,
Sometimes detesting....
But, I love me as I am
because...
I am yet what I am....

------------------------
Am keeping it quite short by
longing for the Great past..............
------------------------

Ivann,
Karthi.

Oh My God !!!!!!!!!

Just coming out of the Movie Hall, Yank... aaaahhhh. Still feeling sleepy even after sleeping for the past 2.30 hrs. Can't able to resurrect myself after the film "ATM" ( Azhagiya Tamil Magan, Englipees: Beautiful-Tamil-Son ) Starring Dr. Vijay. Thank god There was an interval.

But only "thing" I liked in that movie was the "heroin" ( u r permitted to read it as 'heraayin':) ), she looks great. She is the only reason for my stay in the Hall until the "THE END" Banner.

Whenever she comes in the screen, my eyes were darting on her and taring the screen. The more I saw her beautiful eyes, the more I developed my Love for her.

When I was standing in the Taxi stand, I got a spark that Many guys must hav seen this film by this time. What will happen if everyone fell in love with her, ooops, shouldnt be. I afraid that I might lose her, I thought the best way to get her was to take help from my oldest and the Best Friend.

I took my Sony Ericsson-W810i, Searched for the number and Dialed. A Nice-sweet automated voice told me, "All the Network in this area are busy" and after several tries I managed to get connected to him along with Low Battery warning in my W810i.

I told my Wish to him, After hearing my wish, He replied that he will be coming down to see me.

Wondering who is my frnd ? hee hee. None other than GOD ( i can hear you screaming.. OMG)

---zzzzzhhhhhhhkkkk-----

God appeared in front of me with a bright light on his backhead ( I know u laugh.. dont do that.. OK ). He looked very tired. He must have solved many problems like mine. He must be working for 24 hrs "User Support" as L2 analyst.

Me: Hey God, Tell me the possible ways to attain my goal of geting shreya as my Lady Love. She is the girl of my Dreams. I Like her, I Love her, and I want her.

.......zzzzzsssssskkkkkk..........

Huge smoke passed me, I was expecting Shreya amidst of the smoke coming to me right after the sound but then I felt a pain in my cheeks, oops... Regretfully this was the sound of the slap My best friend gave me. I stared at him.

God: Are you crazy!! How often you call me for such weird things. I am not free like you for such stupid things.

Me: I Liked, I wished for her, I prayed. But what's so weird about this ?

God: Mmmm, Now Answer me, What do you have with you that others dont have ?, Tell me Why do you think that she will come with you leaving others who are in Media world and actors ? Tell me a thingthat u have and famous actors dont have.

Me: mmm Gud Q's, OK... I am an Software Engineer working and earning a good package, Eventhough I am eagerly waiting for my appraisals and CRR's. I have scored more than 80% from my 10th standard to M.Sc. and a first class degree in EMM-YES-SEE from the Bharathiar University. You know how difficult it is to even clear an exam from Bharathiar University ? and top of all, I am working in Best known company in india. None of the actors can work in an IT company. See I am better. :-)

God: Bharathiar University ?. Ya i know that, I often get many calls from Combatore during exams asking for an eazy papers. I often wonder why cant students rely on themself instead of Wasting my time and asking me for an easy paper. But even then son, The degree is not enough to convince me for this matter. Dont waste my time Dude.

Me: Yeaahhh, Thats is also true.. but No Compromise God.. I want her

Some vibrations from his "Gadhayuth". He took out a mobile from there. He was using Nokia 5300(Xpress edition). He had that Airtel Tune and service. Now I know why Airtel has network problems on earth. They are busy providing service in heaven too.

God on Call: Yes, OK... Ya I'll come. What is his Current Score? Ok 93, Hold on I will have a loook, god glancing into his calender entries in his handset and after a glance, again in phone. No, Can't help, its a fate for him he has to Miss His Century in 3 runs today. Anyways I will try my level best. He cuts the call.

God : See I really don't have time to listen to your crazy wishes. I have Got a call from BCCI. He is on 93. I have to reach there on time or else hearts of many Indians will break. Remember because of you calling me the last time he got out on 99. It's you who is responsible for him missing a century many times.

Me: Meeee ??,....... But God, My Wish ?

God: Shut up and listen. You've many more things to do in Life. Dont you ever thought of those ?

Yet Another Call.

God on Phone: Hi, Ya... No it is not possible, Sorry i cant do anything, Its not in my hands. This section is handled by my collegue. he killed a life that too our favourite Deer, My collegue will not allow this kind of recommendations. he is very strict. May be I will talk to him once, But I cannot assure u anything. Bye.

He Cuts the call.

God : See, I seriously donít have time.. Now itís was Salman's Fan asking me for help. That stupid Criminal.. He deserves to be in jail for the crime he has committed, but because of the people who love him I am trying to save him. He acts like he respects life in front of Jury. Trying to fool everyone. If he ever had faith and respect for Life why is he committing crime in the first place.

Me: God, let him go to jail. Shameless Fellow, Having romance with Everyone he acts with. He might romance with shreya too. He deserves life imprisonment, infact he should be in jail even after death. ( I am happy that I got rid of one of my "Mightbe"-competitor )

God : Forget it. You are not ready to understand. I need to leave before I get calls from my collegues for Group Review Workshop For this week. Remember I am on earth and I am on roaming. I will not be able to hear my caller clearly due to network problems here and on top of that I'm charged heavily. So many people calling me for Support, That too all are HIGH-Priority.

My Team keeps sending people to earth so that they can become responsible and Improve the Planet but they are making it hell and then they call me only when they are in trouble. How mean u guys are, These stupid Politicians, Let them come there, I will see them there.

Me: But god ?????

GOd: Dont be childish... I need to leave now as I don't have time for people who wish for such crazy things. And YOU better mind this. Not only you, but even shreya doesnt deserve you.

<.......Vizzzzzzzzzkkkkkkk.........>

He vanished, I guess he left to save Team India because he left with the BGM "Hoo Haa India.. Aaya India". :).

Got beaten up by my mother,

I can hear my mothers Bashings.. Anytime cricket cricket, Thooo. Even in sleep u r shouting "Hoo Haa India.. aaya India", wastler, Wake up da. go and brush ur teath. Its already 11 am.

Ooops, Dreeeeeeam.. hmmmm.... But what will happen to shreya ???

I lost all my hopes of getting shreya and went to play cricket with All my dearest frnds, But I got confused, How Come my UG freinds, PG Friends and Office Friends know each other? .. Thats k

I recollected everything, I think whatever God told in dream, At least he was right in his Last statement: "Shreya Doesnít deserve me". Ya thats very true, I guess it must be the New girl, "Bhavna" from film "Rameshwaram" who deserves me. I took my W810i...." Where are you God ? "

I laughed myself, hearing my laugh. I woke up.. oops, A dream inside a dream, I Found myself sleeping in Sofa in our Living room, after coming back home from the Above mentioned film. Two hindi actors were singing some song in SONY by riding the car" in some foreign country. I made them unalive.

I think "dream is the Unlimited co-related collection of creations from our mind on the whole day that was passed by". I felt really bad that its just a dream, But the very moment I realised and satisfied that I spent some time with all my dearest one's..atleast in dream.

Being away in singapore, This is the only way to be with our dearest one's.
Missing All.... Thats is what is Supposed to be.

Life is a good teacher.....

There's always a next time...

Its 7.12 pm, I got the seat in the bus at the Main gate. I put my Gym-Carry :) I mean 'the Bag-with shoes' in the rack and took the window seat. I am skipping my gym today also. Looking out of the window I can realise that this is EOD for hundreds and hundreds of techies, working for the whole day in the Cubicles of glass house buildings.

On one side of the bus,
There is a petty shop where all the drivers (I am not sure whether they are drivers) are standing and chatting, along with them there stood some employees who are enjoying the smoke out of their lungs by looking at the buses. I hope they are aiming to catch the bus after their Smoke-Session.

On the other side,
Lots of people are rushing out of the gates after their Bag-check. Some talking in their phones, Some casually walking out, Some running like hell as if the buses are the last thing in their world, Some looks sad, Some with a big smile on their face, They must have had a good day today in work:), I suddenly moved out of this thought, What I was doing here for the Past 2 months in bench?. I again moved out of this thought as I don’t want to fill myself in distress.

Again here in the Main Gate, I can see a variety of emotions on display, Joy, care, happiness, enthusiasm, drowsiness, distress, urgency, satisfaction, etc., etc.,

As the time is nearing, I can see that crowd is diminishing, most of them have board the bus on time, there were always some last minute folks who hurriedly go through the bus charts at the gates and are desperately looking for their bus in urgency.

The drivers got into buses, the smokers threw away the cigarettes and rush to the buses. Walking-talkers got into their buses along with their cell phones with 'will call u later yaar' tone.

At approximately 7.15 whistles are blown, the engines scream into action. Buses started moving, still looking outside the window I can see some folks running towards the gate from their building. But they are not having hopes of getting the bus in their face. The last variety of emotions-those of agony, frustration and pain. They are out of sight now as buses moved away and they missed the 7.15 bus and might helplessly praying to God to halt the buses somehow.

But God knows there's always an 8.15 bus, Even Everyone knows...

In life too, always there are opportunities, People who miss those will get the next one knocking at their door. but only thing is, it mite take some time, may be days, may be months, might be years too. Being Patience wins. B'Coz.. There's always a next time.

Enjoy your Happy life!!!

One fine day......

One fine day..........
It was raining cats and dogs outside.

The climate was so coool, I was standing inside the small gulphi shop's shelter with food parcel in my hand. Nose started its work, it took its input-nice aroma and stimulated hunger, tongue started secreting saliva. Its very much possible for me to buy one and hav, I have enough of bucks. I also hav enough of time to have two or more gulphies. But still i couldn't buy'n'hav. B'coz....

It was raining cats and dogs outside.

I tried changing my sight to the other side of the road.
It was very nice to see the man putting the Vada inside the oil and frying it. I was continuously looking at the stall and more importantly, the people who were doing the 'manual testing' of tasting the tongue-tempting gastronomical foods. Lucky they are! I was helplessly staring at them from the other side of the road. It is very much possible for me to run there and have one. I am having enough money in my wallet; I also have the required digestive power to grill the spiciness of the Vada pav with Fried Green chillies; but still I couldn’t go. B'Coz....

It was raining cats and dogs outside.

I tried changing my sight to the nearest bus-stop. I saw a Pretty girl, trying to get an auto. I decided (not even think) to help her-A typical boyish thinking ;) . Ran to the Bus Stop even though it was raining cats and dogs outside. 'who cares about rain'. To my unfortunate, she got an auto before I reach :( . As I was completely drenched, slowly walked towards VadaPav Stall, quenched my thirst of VadaPav with green chillies.

Even though I dint get what I wished, I got what I wanted. :) . With that satisfaction, I started walking towards my apartment.
Still, it was raining cats and dogs outside.

Happiness

Dated: July 29, 2007.

I Reported in my Aunts Home at around 9 a.m. in Chennai, been there to visit my friends. :).
Had a quick breakfast, by thinking about booking a ticket to Mumbai in the evening flight.

Took bike from my Cousin - Visited my friends - Booked a ticket for 6.15pm flight.

The Reached my aunts home at around 5pm after visiting my friends. My aunt had cooked varieties of delicious Non-Veg Food, and she is busy in Apartment meeting in her home. So, I myself had that food as quick as possible and left the home with my cousin who came with me to drop.

At this point of time, I am not aware that I am gng to have the second toughest day of my life (of course, the first toughest days are the Semesters? )

Started to Airport @ 5.15 pm, I need to be in airport before 5.45pm. Airport is in 15 minutes driving distance. The traffic was moderate.

Reached Airport @ 5.25 pm. I was so happy that I reached so soon and this happiness was no longer when I realized that I forgot to take/note the printout of my E-Ticket. Drove Back in search of Internet Cafe, Now, I started fearing that I am gng to miss my flight.

@ 5.30 pm, I Thanked god for showing me a small CAFE in the 3rd km, again to my surprise it has only four PC's- all are engaged. I requested one guy for his system for 2 minutes and I took printout.

@ 5.35 pm- I paid and left the cafe. Started back to the airport. To my unfortunate, this time traffic was very heavy. I decided that I am not gng to get the flight. I made a decision of rash driving. Did that.

@ 5.48 pm, after 2-3 near-to-death experiences, I reached airport. Thank god the counter was not yet closed. Got the boarding pass. Ran into the airport like how "Jack and his friend run to catch Titanic". (Even I was having the same kinda bag J ).

Baggage Check - Security Check - Announcements.

@ 6 pm. I was sitting inside the flight by hearing my rhythmic “heart beats” of an hour long tension.

The flight departed 30 minutes late Becoz of some internal issues - Slept completely on the Travel - Arrival was delayed for more than 30 minutes becoz of bad weather - Finally got down @ Mumbai airport @ 9.15 pm.


If you think it’s the happy ending, then u r wrong,


Now I need to go to Pune by Volvo Bus, The ticket is around Rs. 180/-
I was hungry, I have Rs.300 in hand. Went to ATM counter to take some money, to my surprise, it was showing me I have only Rs.93 in my account. After enquiring I found that Rs.3500 was debited from my account for my Mobile bill on that day, whereas I scheduled that payment a week before. Now, I started believing Fate.

I went to auto stand, he asked me Rs.100 for the nearest Travel agency. Somehow he agreed for Rs.50. He took a U-Turn and a L-turn, he stopped in front of a travels in 2 minutes which is not even 500 meters. I fought with him and gave him Rs.20. I was so happy that I saved some money, again this happiness dint last longer when I heard the ticket cost is Rs.250/- in Sunday evenings. I booked ticket. I was so hungry but I left with Rs.30 in hand, so I drank water-a great weapon to postpone hunger.

Now, the travel agent called me and returned me the amount back saying the 'Last bus for the day' was cancelled due to insufficient passengers, and he claimed Rs.10 as a booking charge. After fighting with him, he returned me Rs.10 back with some Hindi slang’s (Thank god, I dint understand).

One PAN mouthed fellow with a Dirty clothes came to me and asked me whether I need some place to stay, he also told me it will be very cheap and he can also arrange 'ANYTHING' if needed.( I had a tuff time in understanding him, as he spoke in Drunken-Hinglish ). Somehow escaped from him and was standing in front of Travels by wondering wats waiting for me next.

Some minutes after, a bunch of 5 guys came to the travel agency and enquired about travel to Pune. They also had the same problem of Delayed flight. After hearing about the cancellation of the bus 2 guys left to their friends home, and we are four there.

We decided to hire a cab to Pune. I was so happy now that I got a company who can speak native Hindi, again my happiness dint last longer when I heard the charge per person was Rs.300 in cab. I have only Rs.280 with me, and I was so embarrassed to tell this to those guys, as I introduced myself as a "Software Engineer".

And somehow we four argued/fight with those cab drivers and out of competition, we got a cab for Rs.275 per person, I am having Rs. 280 :) in hand. I was so happy that I made it at the end, even this happiness dint lasts longer when I heard a sound from my Stomach asking me for some food. Again I used the s[h]ame weapon-H2O-for hunger. I had some chocolates for Rs.5 when we stopped on the way for refreshment.

I took my cell out to call my friend in Pune, now I realized the battery was very low. Somehow managed to exchange batteries from my co-travelers and called him and told him to pick me up from the specified place where I am supposed to get dropped in Pune.

I forgot every event of the past 6 hours by seeing huge mists hiding the curves of the Mumbai-Pune Expressway, the "Night view - Beauty" of the lonavala hill region and tunnels relaxed my beats and breaths. I slept.

@ 2.40a.m - Pune aagayaaaa -. I called up my friend, and started waiting. To pass time I started segregating the unwanted chits and tickets in my purse, I found some coins summed to Rs.1.50. I put them back in my purse. It’s started drizzling. I went into a nearest bus stop shelter, and sat in the chair. I felt tired.

I saw a small boy sleeping in the chairs, I observed him, and he is so skinny with less and dirty dress, partly drenched in rain. He opened his eyes; His eyes revealed me that he is tired and empty stomach. A moment I thot "we both are sailing in the s[h]ame boat".

I felt like, his eyes were asking me something, of which I don’t have anything. I took out my purse; I gave the coins to him. He got that, looked at me, smiled at me and started sleeping.
And now, he became richer than me. :).

After some time, my friend came, took me to the nearest bakery and had EGG Burgers. We drove back.
We crossed the same bus stop; The "Rich" boy was still sleeping. "I was so happy to see him smiling at me even in sleep, when I gave him the coins", and undoubtedly this happiness did lasts long.

The D-Day

Sun had already started sleeping, moon is brushing her teeth.
I got into the rented auto standing in front of my house. I was with a big Brand new bag in my back and it completely full of variety of Eatables, my father put two more baggages into the auto.

My mother started crying, on seeing her my sister too started.
Eventhough i felt very bad to see them crying (of course i never seen them crying before), but i was little happy inside me because i am going to another world which i always dreamt of.

My Mom kissed my forehead, and repeated her Last minute advices again, My sister hit me very hard and asked me not to forget that beat.
Auto left-dropped in the bus stand-got the bus-slept in travel-reached...........

Now.... i was stepping into The great "BHARATHIAR UNIVERSITY" campus mens hostel.

oops i forgotten to tell u what is my dream was, here it goes...

My dream was to be in a hostel and enjoy as a hosteler as my schooling and under graduation was as a daily scholar. and i used to see those hostelguys in my under graduatuion enjoy like hell.

ok .. now the story goes....

This was the first time I was going to stay away from my house. i was thinking about the
advices given by my cousin about how to adjust with roomies and hostel mates and my sisters beat and her innocent words "Dont foget this beat".

Anyways I was excited and was all set to enjoy the college and hostel life.

I got into my room to put all my baggages, I was very happy that i got a good & talkative roommates.
Amidst of this Happiness, Something was bothering me but i wasn't able to figure out that.

As a week passed by,
I got more Friends,
Now I becomes We, :)
We got good Food,
We frequented to cinema hall.
but still i am feeling like something is bothering me for days.

One fine saturday,
Everyone went out for a film without me as i was sleeping in someother room when they left.
I went to Mess Hall for Dinner @ 7 PM,
I was sitting there alone with the plate filled with curd rice.
In the middle of the plate,
I saw my family of 5, sitting in a round manner in the moonlight for dinner,
Me and my brother kept on teasing my sister,

she kept on reporting about us to MOM,
My mother scolding us by a smile in her lips and wink in her eyes,
Father is advicing us the table manners.
Baadshah(my pet dog) is getting his dinner in between our dinner.

I regained Consciousness. After wiping my eyes, I ran to the phone booth,
called my home, paid a bill of Rs.200 for hour long cryings on both the sides,
Now, I realised what was bothering me these days,
I was missing my sister's teasings, fathers teachings, baadshah's chasings, etc.,

I told this to my freinds, when they arrived hostel late at night.

Early morning, i got up early, packed my bags and got into the townbus in its Source bus station, I asked the conductor "1 gandhipuram(city bus stand)", i heard a sound near me, make it as five. Four of my friends entring to the bus with thier baggages.

Singular becomes Plural again....

That was the D-Day when "we" realised "us"..

Money.....

Money Money Money....
Can't This world exist Without Money,
Where Does this come from?Where is it gng to...?
Who made This "useless" thing, "Money"...
Whoever i see, "Money" is their target,
Whoever i talk, "Money" is their aim,
Be it House owner, parents, friends, siblings,
"Money" is the carrier for life, not the Life!
I want to stand on the milky way and Shout at sun, how much money u got to place the earth on the 3rd place next to sun?. and how much u got for venus to be in the first place.
With X-treme Frustration..................Karthi...