Saturday, March 17, 2012

Rain


I have never ever seen a rain which is this much beautiful. I always believed that mind and sky are always in sync; cloudy, clear, bright, raining, sunny, etc. but now I know rain is the most beautiful expression of sky.
She came to me from heaven to clear me when my mind was dark..

Every part of her is a little more than beautiful. Every single drop that she left with me has her essence in it. She shined in the sunlight; looked more beautiful after the rain. Cleared the darkness, cared me.
She came to me and touched me as she was made for me….


Friday, March 16, 2012

The Music of life..


The music of life
Slow and simple
Beautiful and charming
Like a blue sky
The day pass by
Like clouds in the sky
The stars twinkle
In the blue night
And wink at me
I feel the rhythm of life
The life is beautiful
The gift of the God
To be good with all
The nature around me
Sing the song
The music of life
Happiness and sorrows
Hopes and disappointments
Are the tunes of life
I hear patiently
The music of life

Who am I?


It was all I know. I was not born talented and I was not interested in anything to make myself talented at anything. Being somewhere common; being someone common that was what I am used to be.  If you ask me definition of common, I don’t know.  Do I really want to know that, no I don’t cause. If what I am common then who am I? This question will hunt me and I don’t want that for sure.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

a JOURNALIST's DIARY


Chapter 2

Day 2

Dear friend,

It’s not so easy to blend into the world of jobless. Made myself a jobless graduate.

I was at the grand job fair conducted at the town hall. Introduced myself to others as a jobless btech graduate, talked to a few fellow jobless people. Some of them have horrible and heart touching stories, listened to them for half the day. Then spend the rest of the day wandering through the stalls. So many jobs and so many vacancies; then why is still there a huge sum of jobless people.

Many of these companies offer packages of average 3lac, then why is our per head income this much low?

Have to find answers for these. This is really a perfect phase to start my career. The due date is in 6 days have to work hard.

Gudnite.


Thursday, February 9, 2012

a JOURNALIST's DIARY

Chapter 1

Day 1



Dear friend,

                Today was my first day on job; my first day in my dream career. I’m a journalist now!!

Felt so much warmth and happiness to be on the floor of the world’s well known newspaper building. They got wonderful infrastructure, amazed and proud to be a part of it.

The editor sir is so friendly; didn’t expect such a great man to be so simple. A great and respected man talking to me; wow! It felt so great. Feeling like I’m something.

Got a new project exclusively for me

‘Jobs in private sector’

Krishnan sir (the editor) told me that this is an evaluation project.  This is my chance to prove myself, have to do it perfectly “First impression is the best impression”. Have a long day tomorrow.


Gud nite.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Looking back at DREAMS

Sound of the alarm woke him up.

Through the half opened eyes he searched on the table to find the source of the sound; his mobile. His two hands also joined the search, his hands moved on the bed. His hands touched something, it was a book. His search continued and caught the mobile.
He wanted to snoop the alarm but the note on the screen caught his attention. "EXAMS"

-"Sir"
-"Yes"
-"You flight is in two hour."
-"Thanks for the reminder, Kali."

It was his butler Kali. For a busy businessman like him its good to have a butler to do the households."

"Oh Shit! the flight is in 2 hr," 


He jumped out of the bed and went into the shower. He is going to his home, his birthplace, his everything. Why was he going? He had no doubt in the answer to write exams supplementary exams. It had been 3 years since he finished his college days, but as a path to look back he have these exams.

He was all alone now. With the curse of university.

Those were some fine days; he remembered. In the first years he was a Nerd. then in 2nd he got evolved to a Freak. In 3rd the next evolution stage Junkie. Finally in 4th he became an Engineer. It was not his dream to be an Engineer. He was just a plain kid with lots of imagination and dreams.

He don't remember when his friends 'dreams' and 'imagination' gave way to new friends 'beer' and 'girls'. He don't know when he started asking friend "Which exam is today?" He don't remember when he started bunking class. He don't remember why he studied?

But in those days there were friends; friends for everything. Friends in every path and every turn he took. But now?

His parents scolded him, the advised him to  be a good son. To study hard and achieve many heights. They always told him to be good in selecting friends. But all he wanted is to select friend who will stay with him for ever. But now?


He finished the shower and got out of the bathroom. His phone was ringing. It was an unknown number. He attended the call.

"Dude, we are home where are you man i haven't even started the first module what about you macha?

Friday, July 1, 2011

The Untitled: chapter 2


Chapter 2.                       Countdown from 7
This week is the last 5 days I’m going to spend in my favourite location, my school. The school I studied for 14 years from KG to +2. All my sweet and bitter memories live within the walls of this building. This was my world for 13 years. And in 5 days I’m going to be separated from this school. I’m really gonna miss it; for sure.
 Now I have only 5 days to live in this heaven.
Today is our farewell. We are going to farewell to our beloved teacher, our school. Tears filled my eyes by the thought of that. But we friends made a promise that we don’t separate. That made a smile; now a combination of smile and tears. Kind of cute. Na?
                “Holy shit. Time’s up I have to go to the school. Or I will be late. Mom, are you coming?”
 Teachers asked us to bring our parents to the farewell ceremony. I know that my parents won’t me coming but I still need to ask them.
                “No, Appu I have some important job at school.” My mom is a U.P (upper primary) school teacher.
                “K. I’m leaving. Bye mom.” I cried out loud so that she can hear me completely…
By the time I reached the bus stop my regular bus was getting ready to move on. I hurried to the bus and jumped into the bus. With a stunning show off I earned a small place in the footboard.
“Hi koshy…”
Who in the whole world is that calling me when I’m trying to find a stand? I watched sideways to find out who it was.
“Hey man it’s me.”
Oh it was Shajeer. He is working in a small stationary shop near our school. 14 years in that way watching him almost daily; already made a good bond between us. And it always made me a layer of benefits.   
“Hi Shajeer. How are sales?”
“Good. I heard that today is your farewell.”
“Yeah man. Will miss you all.”
“Hey don’t worry you are not going to leave town Na? We will meet again.”
I smiled at him. His words are true. I can meet them whenever I want so I don’t have to worry.
The bus reached town. I said bye to Shajeer. My school is 15 min walk from the bus stand. I started walking to the school.
My ‘Sony Ericsson’ rang loud. Every pair of eyes in the bus stand got fixed up on me.
What the hell are you looking at? This is just a phone. Can’t a +2 student carry a phone with him?
I took my phone out of my pocket. I saw a few pair of eyes staring at me I felt bad. It’s is just like I’m a thief who is holding a stolen stuff.  These feelings made me bad; I stared at the screen of my K320.
Who wants me this badly? It’s a call from the pay phone at school. Who god someone want me to buy something from town. Why don’t they call earlier? Now I reached the half way. Why is it like this to me?
I attended the call.
“Hello”
“Sreekesh, don’t come to school. K. Wait for us at the ‘Bake Land’.”        It was Raghu.
Let me tell you about Raghu. He is one of my best friends, he live near to my house. And there is one more speciality for Raghu; he is my only friend who came to visit me when I was born. Between us it was a special relation not actually a friendship.
“Why? What happened?”
“Wait there k. We will be there in 5 min.”
“No yar. I’m near college I will be there just 3 min.”
“Obey what I said.”  His voice felt rash. What made my best friends voice rash?
“But Raghu.”
“I said wait.”
He ended the call. What’s up with him? Anything happened? Nobody told me anything? What’s going on here?  My head got filled with a lot of questions just within a fraction of second. I changed my destination I walked backwards to ‘Bake Land’.
“Hi Sreekesh.”   It was Vishnu, an employee of Bake Land.
“Hi da.”
“So you bunked your Farewell? Are you crazy man?”
“No man, the program is 3.30pm.”
“Where is your gang?”
“There are on their way. Those guys told me not to go to school and asked me to wait here.”
“Hmm... Anything special?”
“I don’t know. Let’s wait for them.”
“Hey Sree, shall I get you something?”
“No thanks. Let them come.”
“K”
He went to continue his work; serving other customers. I found a corner seat which have a road side view and waited for my friends.
What was with those guys? He was serious. It’s the first time I’m seeing him serious; actually he is always serious but this is different.
“Wow. Look at this Raghu; our dear Koshy can listen to us.”
From the sound I heard I’m sure that it was Deepu.
“So what’s the big deal?” I asked him.
“Nothing, it’s just that your future mother in law and father in law are waiting there to see you.” Deepu answered.
“Eh?”
“Yup” Raghu answered it with a smile.
I was shocked why in the whole world they came to see me. Oh! Yes the card. Just great.
We stayed for about 20 minutes for there talking about the recent news, gossips and killed our time.
“Hi guys.” It was Vishnu.
“Hi.” I replied. I was not interested in making a conversation. I was tensed about what will be going at the school.
“Hi Vishnu, how are u man?” oh God! Is Deepu going to make a conversation? I want to get to school as fast as possible.
“Hi Deepu. Aren’t you guys going back to school? It’s almost noon.”
Thanks Vishnu.
“That’s right let’s get back to school.
 By the time we got there Hema and her parents left the school. It was a great relief for me. I was worried the whole time, my face got paled and I was literarily in a bad shape.
Do I really have to be worried? This thought really bugged me a lot. I don’t know much .But in any way I was. So I skipped that thought.
“Hey guys she left; come on fast, it’s time for the program. Koshy, your future Mother in law looked nice.”                                         It was Sandu A.K.A Sandeep.
Do I really have to tell you people about Sandeep? I don’t think so. But for your smooth progressing through the story I will tell you about this guy. He is a “BUJI” (that means an intelligent guy who scores good marks in the exams.). He remembers every single incident of his life. He loves to make gossips about others. Actually speaking he is the one who started making gossips about me and Hema.

[ Black and white scenes 1

In the past: Actually speaking he is the one who started making gossips about me and Hema.
It was our third day in 10th. I have noticed Hema in my classroom; she is the cutest of all. Cute? Am I mad; she is okay? She is one of the cutest, with round and beautiful eyes. (I heard that she wear specs now; that will be a little odd to her appearance.)
 I was sitting in the first bench with Sandu. As my bag is little bulky and consume more space when placed on the bench; I placed it down on floor. That bag on the floor created a little bit of problem for those people who walk across the bench. As far I remember she was sitting three benches behind me.
My bag created a little problem for Hema while she was going out of the class during the interval. And she complained to me about the position of the bag.
“Hi Sreekesh.”
“Hi. You are Hema right?” Wow she knows my name.
“Yep. What is this? Please move your bag.”
                Her sweet voice really magnetized me. I was stunned and I couldn’t answer the question and I didn’t reply. Sandu was sitting next to me the whole time and listening  the conversation.

This is what happened. But Sandu twisted it a little bit.
               


In sandu’s Version:
“Hi Sreekesh.”
“Hi Hema”
“Sreekesh what are you doing? What did you do to me?”

This small but meaningful twisted conversation started the gossip about the relationship between me and Hema.                               

            End of the scene ]


“Sandu… don’t start it again okay? I’m not in a mood for gossips.”  I’m not in a mood for this, why don’t he understand my tension?
“Oh! So in 10th you liked the gossips Na?”
“Sandu…”
“Just cut it out guys. Let’s go to the classroom.”                 Thanks Deepu; thanks for helping out.
“Okay let’s go.” Sandu agreed with him.
We went to the classroom; it is completely arranged, beautifully. Each one of us took a sweet snapshot of our classroom in mind to keep it forever and ever.

“Hi guys.”
Someone called from behind. It was a matured sound; and I realised whose it was. It’s our class teacher Santhosh sir.
“Good morning sir.” I answered him.
“So how are you guys today?”
“What do you mean sir?”
“Don’t you know that today is your FAREWELL? Usually in farewell day students will be so sad and they will start crying hugging each other. Blah blah blah. I’m not seeing any of these over here. And I see you guys enjoying the last days.”
“Yeah sir. We are really… really enjoying these moments.”
“Thought so.”
We all smiled at him.
“Why is that so? Don’t you guys have any sad feelings?”
“Why should we have sir? The greatest gift or the greatest lesson we learned from school is FRIENDSHIP and the ability to choose between right and wrong.
                We are not going to leave both.”
“How come you all will be going in different paths after these days.”
“No sir. We decided to join the same college. Even if that doesn’t happen we will be in touch. We are RONINS.”
Ronins: that is the name of our team. Even though we are of different tastes, different castes and even from different parts of the state; we had something in common. It’s the feel; the feel of FRIENDSHIP.

Santhosh sir smiled.

“Sir Sudha madam is calling you.” It was some other student.

“K guys bye. See you at the event.” Sir went to the staff room and we were there standing silently waiting for the clock to tick. Waiting for the event.