Thursday, July 26, 2007

The untold story

Once upon a time in India, in a district called "Dharapuram" , in the wee hours of the morning, a beautiful girl was born. She was the last one in a family of 5 and became the cutest "kadai kutty". Her folks named her "A" . She was an inborn mathematician, something she had inherited from her dad, who was a high school teacher. They then moved to Trichy. She did her schooling and graduation in an "all-girls" institution. She grew up into a strong and independent woman, who landed up in a job at a telephone exchange.And that's when she met Mr."B". Now a little background information about Mr.B. He was the third child in a family of 9 kids. Luckily,his granny was fond of him and he grew up under her care at Palayamkotai, Tirunelveli dist.,while his folks with the other kids stayed in Trichy. He was always full of energy and had an undying thirst for knowledge. He grew up into a very intelligent,dark and handsome young man, with an unbeatable sense of humour, which many of the opposite sex found totally irresistible. As fate would have it, he ended up in the same office as "A",who was the "woman next desk".
A and B soon became good friends. They had common interests which mostly figured around fiction and non fiction books, music and drama. Each found the other extraordinarily amusing and their relationship initially was a bond of friendship between two colleagues. It was those times when a guy talking to a girl was considered as the greatest "sin",with no chances of forgiveness!Their friendship looked like "Sin" to the scavengers in office,dying for some element of excitement,which would be the driving force to come to work the next day.Rumours started spreading like wild fire, in the office. Everything would have been perfect if they both were strong about their friendship.But then,"surprise surprise!". B was secretly in love with A. B knew quite well, unlike his future endeavors,that a love untold would remain untold forever.So mustering up the little courage that was left in him, he proposed to A.It was the hardest times of his life. A liked B but din't love B...well, not yet! "A" took her own sweet time. She had a lot of things to consider.For instance, their distinctive family backgrounds, A being an orthodox "iyer ponnu" and B belonging to a Non -Brahmin family. A was a strict veggie , even smelling an egg was equivalent to crime and nausea for her. B was brought up with an instinctive belly for the "non - vegetables". Considering all these facts,with some persuasion from B's faithful and emotionally driven buddies, she made up her mind. It was the hardest decision of her life and she made it. She never looked back after that.
Their love life bloomed into something so beautiful,something more like a fantasy,a dream come true. They wrote to each other regularly, met very rarely, and each time they met, their unconditional love for each other became more intense.Then what shouldn't happen, happened. Exactly like in the movies. "A" got caught.Guess how?? The Letters! I guess in those times, A didn't know that letters(love) were meant to be hidden,or rather burnt. Everything went from bad to worse, war broke out.The two families, on the very first acquaintance, waged war against each other. The usual hierarchy of events followed suit. A was completely isolated from the world. Totally under home arrest. B could do nothing but pine away for his love. Things went out of control and B decided to marry A in a Register Office. It was a fine day,a very special day for someone. She dressed up in a very ordinary saree,flung her bag on her shoulder,strapped her watch in position and snapped back to life. She was getting ready for work. She took one look at her Dad, Sis, Bro, all of whom had made the past 6 months of her life a catastrophe. Then she looked at her Mother,who's eyes welled up at the sight of her daughter looking normal,after what seemed like ages. She knew that they would love her, no matter what she became. A stepped out the house and their lives. B was her life now. They got married in a temple and went undercover, even on their honeymoon, as A's Big Bro was getting all serious about the issue and was trying to track them down. B had guts but not enough to handle thugs! So A and B travelled to a lot of places, along with a C,who was in the wireless service, and was B's close friend. After some months, B got a job in Bangalore and they started their life in a single bedroom,sorry, single room house, a cot and a wooden stool being their first piece of furniture. Life was too good to be true. Both of them earned and contributed to B's widespread family.A was immediately accepted by her in-laws , not the same with B. B was soon accepted, a year after their marriage ,when their first gift from God arrived - when their son was born. Things were back to normal. A and B still live with the same love and compassion they once felt, long time back, when they shared the same work space. Soon after their son was born, they had a daughter . A daredevil female, who had all the guts in the world,to blog about her parents, thinking it would be a nice change..Yea! you're right....!! Thats me!!!!! hahaha..................!!!!!!!!

Saturday, July 21, 2007

The Art of Gargling

It is the time when you feel totally lost. Your nose turns into various shades of pink. Your body burns like you have fever, but those around would say its nothing. With desperation in your eyes, you try to say something but all that comes out is "AAAAchhhhhhhhhhhhooooo" , accompanied by tears flowing down,on the side of a beet-red nose. You go looking for a hanky and suddenly the throat decides to take a "wild safari" ride, you can almost" hear" rather than "feel "the hoarseness down the throat, till the end of the oesophagus. Mom comes round the corner and says "gargle" with salt mixed in hot water. Dad comes around and says with a smile, gargle with "Smyle". Not one of them says "how" to "gargle" ! Giving them a bewildered look, you decide to attempt it once . Master the art of gargling. You pour the "whatever" slurry down your throat, praying that you don't swallow,setting rules that you'll be out if you swallow.You let your throat buds play pinball with the newcomer(liquid)down the lane. The tossing and turning results in a mixture of "gurgle - gargle" sounds resonating at the walls of the larynx . You wait till the game's over, till you reach the heights of endurance, before finally spitting out the" losing team " onto the basin. You muse over the success and the reason behind the nomenclature. You feel like shouting "EUREKHA" , but all that comes out is yet another "aaaaachoooooooooooo!"

Friday, July 20, 2007

Blue is the colour of my heart




"Everybody" wants to know what it eeeez !!It was my status msg on google talk for quite sometime. It had people all perked up and trying to figure out why my heart was "blue"! Well, so I thought they all deserved an explanation. "Blue is the colour of my heart" is a heartfelt acoustic balad by Danny Cowan group from their album ""Drivin' Back To Texas". Tracy Cowan is the lead singer. Her melancholy can pull at your heartstrings with a touch of pathos, never felt before.
The Danny Cowan Group began in October of 1999 with its core trio. Their first album "Drivin' Back to Texas"was released in December, 2000.




Members of the band
Danny Cowan- guitars & vocals

Tracey Cowan- lead vocals

Craig Ricks- bass

Hector Gonzalez- drums




Now for the Magnum opus , the lyrics of the D-song.



Blue is the Color of my heart




Today I saw my baby

He was looking..oh so fine

Dint seem as though he missed me at all...

I watched him through the window

As he sipped a glass of wine

Suddenly,the tears began to fall

and..blue is the color of my heart

o0h yea and blue is the color of my heart.


Seems like only yesterday

He asked me please be mine

Kissed me and the love shone in his eyes..


Now all I see is emptiness,

Just dark and lonely times

Can't believe..he is out of my life


and blue is the color of my heart

ohhh yea and blue is the color of my heart(2)



You can download the song from http://www.dannycowangroup.com/Bandpage.html



Note : I searched and tried my level best to post lyrics from an online site. But I couldn't find the lyrics anywhere. So I decided to type them myself.Hence the lyrics posted above may have some errors, other than those in punctuations!

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Tring!Tring! - Nomore!

The chirping of the birds, the low hoots of the auto rickshaws, the cacophony contributed by the street dogs, the sound of a bike roaring down the lane. Yes. It was early morning. I was in the same state as Frost, after he was finished with picking apples in one of his poems “After Apple Picking “. It was a state between sleepiness and being conscious of the surroundings. The tranquility was then spoilt by the sound of my shrieking alarm and the calling bell, ringing simultaneously, not giving me time to choose between the two. Struggling to turn off the shrieking alarm bell, I stumbled out of bed and opened the door to face a fat woman in a dull flowery saree, sporting a Nokia N- series model in one hand and a packet of milk on the other. My jaws flew open at the sight of the mobile and she gave me a weird look, as if I was going to snatch it from her. I smiled to myself, thinking how much the lifestyle of the folks in the big city has changed. Since I had started the day with an amusing thought, I decided to keep my eyes open to more encounters with the folks with “branded” mobiles.

All through the day, I kept count of the number of people (whom we basically refer to as the “lower income” class) showing off flashy mobiles. Though not all owned a Sony Ericsson (z-800i) nor N-series models, most of them at least had the basic models costing about a minimum of around Rs.1500.What has caused this “mobile exposure-explosion”? Thanks to the mobile phone companies increasing day by day. Reliance,Airtel,Aircel,Hutch and soon we’ll be seeing Univercell, Airvoice and more to come. Everything we do adds to the companies’ funds. There’s stiff competition between these companies in advertising and marketing all of which ends in a reduction in the charges, basically more talk time and more validity. This can be one of the reasons to why people have suddenly gravitated towards usage of cellular phones. Not to forget the hidden charges. The connection providers make clever moves. If it’s a day which calls for a national celebration, obviously a national holiday, some connections charge for the SMS which is generally free otherwise. More corporate services would charge on the day before itself, without the slightest hint to the user who would eventually end up with a miserably low balance after wishing his kith and kin “Happy Independence Day”, a day ahead,like a true patriot! There was a time when people used phones only to talk. The sole purpose of the invention of mobiles was the easy accessibility and transportation. The primary mobiles offered not only this but other exclusive features – SMS, MMS, GPRS, Camera, surfing, games, music player, Radio, IR, Bluetooth, etc followed suit. All this in one phone. The price – hikes up with every utility. The brand new Blackberry phone (palmtop model) is a computer by itself, held within the palm. With such developments in technology, it is hard to ignore the shift in lifestyle of the people. The “mobile fad” was initially a matter of adaptation to a developing technology which slowly blew out of proportion into an issue of high esteem, “a matter of honour”. The “it’s IN” generation consider mobile as a fashion weapon, a Trend Setter. In a peer group, a brand new model can win more raised eyebrows than an honorary royal title. Media can make people go crazy. Bonkers over national issues. One fine example is the voting campaign for Taj Mahal. Every vote by SMS was charged. Finally the companies profited from the voting expedition and UNESCO decided to forgo the decision taken by SMS voting. Exploitation on open grounds, without doubt! The right object in wrong hands is synonymous to kids owning mobiles at the wrong age. The Delhi incident is still boiling at some corners of the country. Though we can go on and on about the ill effects of the technology, mobiles still have a soft corner in people’s hearts. They have become soul mates of loners, lovers and loafers. The only difference is in the way each person views it. Life has sure become an easy affair with mobiles around. Lending a helping hand now and then, sometimes, no hands required (hands free)!

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

The Stranger from history

"Maybe its intuition,somethings you just don't question". There's been a memory hidden away in my head for quite sometime and was revived yesterday when I saw the picture of a very old and famous politician - Arignyar Anna. This incident took place when I was in class twelve. I was going home after giving my best shot at an exam at school, imagining the worst outcomes,all the way home. I was walking down Devanathan Street, holding my surprisingly "light" bag in a twisted angle and conversing in my head about why I messed up so badly in such an easy paper. My mind was a bundle of contradictions and suddenly an old man, sorry,old gentleman was walking beside me. I was surprised that I noticed someone beside me only half way down the lane. When I glanced at the uncle, he smiled. He started conversing, asking me about my school and why I was going home alone in the afternoon. His face bore a very vague resemblance . I knew I had seen him somewhere before but couldn't place it right. He introduced himself as Ashok. He was neatly dressed with a glittering silver watch on his right hand. He said that his grand children studied in the same school as mine. He then asked me where I stayed. That sent alarm bells in my head and remembering my Mom's warning about talking to strangers, acting like a "peter" ponnu , I said "Its just round the corner". I still go into fits of laughter thinking about my reply. His reaction was an amused look and as I said this I had to turn left and he had to go straight. I felt sheepish about not revealing my identity. So finally, I thought I should at least thank him for his "half-lane" company. I shook hands with him and said it was nice to know him. I also said another stupid thing "Please drop in whenever you pass by our street". *hehehe*. Well.. I wonder what he was thinking at that time. He smiled and said goodbye. I took the left turn walking the other 5 minutes home, thinking about this stranger who looked startlingly familiar. As soon as I reached home , I told mom about what happened. As days flew by, I soon forgot about the incident. One evening, on television, there was a programme about famous politicians and then popped up a picture of ARIGNYAR ANNA. That's when I heard bells in my head.Havnt I seen the same face sometime back ?. I was like "Oh my God..Oh my God " the whole day. I know it sounds kinda crazy, but, it was the first time I had experienced something close to an encounter with History..........!

Friday, July 6, 2007

The "f"our F's That RULE.

Every person on earth, right from the moment they step out of the womb, is forced to make choices. The choice that he makes, decides what he is tomorrow. I was just contemplating about this,while having my evening coffee , about the creation that envelopes us. "The world is not enough" is the first thing that came to my head! As I got thinking about my own life, thoughts started streaming in and I had this sudden urge to blog about the "F"our F's that rule one's life.
The first one is Fortune. How much you make and how soon you do it . "Good fortune is what happens when opportunity meets planning - Thomas Alwa Edison ". So don't just give up on things saying "Its all in the game!", because the best way to create fortune is to plan it ,which is synonymous to the saying "The best way to predict the future is to invent it".
The second "F" is Fate. Fate is just the way of acceptance. Surrendering to the inadequacies of the present. "Men are not prisoners of fate,but only prisoners of their own minds - Franklin.D.Roosevelt ". Fate can be changed if you can change.
The third "F" is Freewill. The freedom or the independence to choose between fate and destiny. Freewill also refers to the freedom beyond the limitations of the universe.
"The will is not free, it is a phenomenon bound by cause and effect, but there is something behind the will which is free - Swami Vivekananda" . It is indeed a controversial term . I shall get back to it inthe upcoming posts after some research .
The last "F" is Faith. Utmost belief in what we do, a conviction and unshakable Faith in God. "A faithless man is moved by a mass, a faithful man moves a mass" . It is with faith that one can overcome the obstacles thrown by the other 3 F's . Faith - a very strong conviction in what you do, and a conscience-free mind can draw a line between the other 3 . This belief in oneself can be the ultimate ruler which surpasses the others being fate,freewill and fortune.
Today, I guess it would be a mistake if I din't add another "F" used by the "it's IN generation " . and that's...... "F---"...guess you all know what that means..! ;) ;) ;)
Note : most of the quotations "lowtified" from www.thinkexist.com
Swami Vivekananda's quotes taken from www.wikipedia.com
I guess I will have to do some more research on the facts discussed above. Anyhow, just felt like sharing my thoughts first.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

My Paintings..

Here are two of my paintings.Something i tried doing on Microsoft Plus (For Kids )during the time when I was at the height of boredom, having nothing to do because we had a problem with our Internet connection. The first painting is called "Evalo " . I dint have anyone specific in mind, so I called her "evalo" - meaning stranger in Tamil.
The second painting is again an enigmatic version of a girl. I thought it was quite obvious that it was a girl. And when i asked my friends , what they thought it was, I got an assortment of totally hilarious replies which included - "Blade,Tree,Knife,Leaves,Leaf and Pisasu (meaning evil spirit) " very few guessed it right. *hehe*

evalo


Guess what ?


Shivaji -The B-O-S-S

The movie that had theatres all around the world awaiting its release with bated breath, but did it live up to all that hype? Tamil Movies, today is ruled by formulae which state "one hero worship song", one "item" number (a must for action movies) , one "kuthu" paatu duet, one melody (again a duet with the poor heroine whose very existence is governed by the number of songs in the movie.) lets not forget a senti-mom-attack songs preferably in the case of "superheroes".Okay, so where does all this come in SHIVAJI “the BOSS"?!!
If not all, the movie is largely based on some of the above mentioned formulas, though the combination here has been treated well and presented in a different way, making it march a few inches ahead of the other movies made using similar formulae(Still marching in the wrong direction). Maybe I expected something less biased and practical keeping in mind Shankar's direction..
Firstly I apologise to all hard core Rajini fans. I suggest you don't read this article beyond this. Thank you!
Now, For the others who would like to know how the movie was, not considering the stardom of our Super Star. Read on.
SHIVAJI “ The Boss "(BOSS stands for Bachelor of Social Service). Rajini returns from the USA to his parents who stay in a bungalow bigger than an average summer palace. Well why not..?
Rajini is a Software Architect with eager parents looking for an alliance for their "young" son who wants to do a little bit of good to his mother land. So he comes with a plan that would cost him 200 crores where he plans to build hospitals, schools, colleges and so on, so that people can have free medication and education and so on. (now we know where the social service part of the abbreviation comes into the picture.) The theme is good, provided you close your eyes (and maybe ears too!) to the huge sum allotted for the project.
Speaking about the technical aspects of the movie there a lot things the film can boast about and one doesn't expect less from a Shankar film and so to say its evident that the budget would hike upto crores (absolutely no social service here, given the sur"price" of the tickets). The movie has some of the best camera work and sets. Being a Rajini starrer adds a "golden" feather to the cap. The first half of the movie is spent on the regular hero-going around-heroine scenes. Our hero is also baffled by the amount of bribery that had to be given from the lower to the higher level officers in various stages for his project for it to be approved. There were some scenes that spoke the hard truth about India and hats off to Shankar for portraying that sector. Shreya Saran is the heroine who has done her role well (if one has the generosity to consider it as a role). She is a picture perfect "formula" heroine.. The songs (most of them) exhibit her gorgeous looks (a little more than necessary) she dances and parades around the hero in costumes differing only in colour. All I could do was pity her, a superstar movie projects the "super" star and the heroine's role is just child's play.

The villain of the movie is worthy of appreciation. He is ruled by the simple logic of all villains - jealousy and greed. He decides to stop the hero from going ahead with the project. Rajini mortgages his "palace" and everything he had into the project. But all in vain, the work is hampered by the villain in a very shrewd manner.
Then comes the turning point of the movie. a scene at the tea shop where the "shankar touch" comes alive like a boomerang. The very scene after the interval becomes the most important scene in the movie. The effect increases with the superstars gimmicks and how he gets back at the villain a lot of thought goes into money laundering and making black money white. I think symbolically in the first half of the movie the director has thrown a hint of what was coming ahead with the sudden apparition of rajini changing in skin color (black to white..ah! now it makes sense ) brilliance!. Rajini then gets back what he lost and he finishes what he wanted to do,but how? That's for you to watch.
Overall the theme, story was good. Direction was highly directed towards projecting the superstar. That is where it looked biased, but then what is a superstar movie without all that??? The plus points of the movie were the amazing sets,crores spent on the location..( typical Shankar bonanza> The oru koodai sunlight portrays a totally graphically animated "fair" Rajini ..Very good choreography except for the shortage of wigs.
Viveks timely comedy is of worthy appreciation. With a little bit of sensibility and some more importance to the script than the Heroism could have taken the movie to even greater heights, even now it is at the apex "what is with the double rates for the tickets? Shivaji “THE BOSS" is bound to be the Boss as long as there are die hard fans working for the boss!

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

OUTBURST

The following was written when i started missing my brother after he left for the US.its just a lesson i learnt.love when not expressed on time.shall never be the same in the end.its called OUTBURST 'cause again,it was a totally emotional writing.a typical Outburst.Things which had accumulated for quite some time but still refused to come out.and finally did in one full blow.! *phew*


"sowwwmmmmyaaaaaaa!!!!!!" came an array of words followed by a splash of water on her face which slowly took a turn and glided as drops down her nose and finally traversed the corner of her right eye.Her nose was the first to respond to this inhuman treatment.Sowmya-was a very short tempered kid.Even while sleepin, her anger reached the tip of her nose,the next was her eyes to react ,which opened with a start, to face the ultimatum being thrown at her by her mom,who resembled the feminine clone of hitler,or rather,it seemed so, to her sluggish vision.Still unable to depart from the heavenly feeling of being asleep,openin her eyes slowly,she searched for the source of the water and found it right in front of her,a glass which was about to crumble into pieces out of the pressure exerted by the hands which held them.She had never seen mom so pissed.Man, now what?she thought and made her way to start her day.After a wash,she settled down at her table to hav a cup of tea.She needed more sugar,so she got herself a spoon of sugar and started stirring the tea and as she was doing it,her eyes fell upon the daily calender and she saw the date.The date brought back memories and along with the tea,swirled her memories.It was a fine day,but an important one for her family.The day her big brother was leaving abroad to pursue his higher studies.It was a great thing,a good thing and she had no feelings what soever.Even if she did have,it was so minute that she was too busy to worry about it.To her mom,it was a sobre day.She pulled a long face and greeted the morning sun with a gloom.To her dad,it was a day of hiding behind the mask of bravery,the mask of expressions,revealin nothing! He walked around the house,goofing around,as usual.But to her,the day was important in a different sense.Given the nerdo she was,it was the eve of her biggest fear (next to cockroaches!!)her bioorganic chemistry exam.A subject which made her squirm uncomfortably at any point of time.Amidst the hectic exam schedule and last minute mugging-ups,she was neither mentally nor physically prepared to think about anything else.Though it was important, in a broad sense,she was so caught up in getting things right and memorising equations that simply failed to register,that what was big for her folks looked insignificant to her.This girl,took life seriously and was ridiculed for it too!!But she never bothered much.She was an unsolved mystery.Even she dint know how she would react to situations.Like, when her bro barged into the room that day and gave her a big and heart warming hug...he said "wont u ever miss me kutty?".she was speechless for a minute.The feelings she went through at that moment were an amalgamation of joy,sorrow,love,jealousy,envy,anger,shame,and finally humiliation.And atlast,at the airport,her feelings took a turn when she thought she saw a sparkle of tears in her brothers eyes,but in a jiffy,the tears dried up as quickly as they had come.She was amazed by the change in attitude and emotional behaviour that can take place in a matter of some 50 seconds.How could people play so many roles in so little time.Open display of emotins always bothered her.She always wanted to be the person she portrayed herself to be.Never let emotions take over. Realising her tea go cold,she plunged into the present,stopping the swirling of the spoon and her memories. Thinking about it,brought in a deep realisation in her.She just couldnt stop
the "WHY SERIES!!".Why had she not openly expressed her concern for her beloved brother....why had she put on a dumb act of "im a kewl kid", why had she become the person she had loathed her entire life.why ?why?why?.Her mind drew a blank to the rapid fire questions thrown at her by her conscience.She did love her brother.She did care for him,but why did she try to hide it??was she human?? she got nowhere with her thoughts blaming her.She closed her eyes.and danced with the beautiful memories shuttered away in the mind's subconcious.The wonderful childhood days,their own mini "kurukshetras",his guidance,the times when he dropped her someplace,the times when he had driven the bike not even realising that he had left her behind...the times when push got to shove and the shove resulted in a wwf championship..Yea...amazing life!.and yea,she missed him so much!!She dint know when he would come back,how long it would take.She just wanted him there,that moment to support her,to encourage her,to guide and protect her,to love her,to tease her,to give her an ensuring hug,.to play with her.she hadntrealised that she was half lying on the table thinking about the childhood days.Very slowly, a drop of water glided down her nose,took a turn and traversed the corner of her right eye.This time it was her tears!!Alas...she was human again!!!!!!!!!!!!if not now...then never!!!!!

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

ChildStruck

Childstruck was a poem written out of instinct, while watching a three yr old kid paint(my cousins kid-Sruthi).I was totally awestruck by what i saw.The beauty of it all just drove me to write a poem.God's creation of a childs innocence.


My lil angel of mystery....
who can make people forget history...
spread like an eagle on the floor...
beads of perspiration forming on the brow...
lips in pursuit of pure concentration...
to watch u paint is by itself an inspiration...
choosing different colours from a collection of a very few....
you turn the paper around and start anew,,,
running out of colours ...you look so forlorn..
.making me think that a new artist is born...
my lil angel of mystery....u sure can make people forget history..!
-s()!\/!s!e

Monday, July 2, 2007

GOING NUTS (oNcE uPoN A tImE!!)

W-r-I-t-I-n-G was never in my passion-list for quite some time. I dint write much beyond the essay and poetry answers in the eng exams. Ah..well! One guy changed it all. when i was in the Eleventh std. I had a crush on a guy, a senior , who had the entire female population in school in his control. I was so naive that i wrote a poem for him. It was technically my first poem, thats when i started developing a passion towards writing. It was the poem that helped me to realise the real me. THough it does sound dumb rite now..it still stands in my life as my first poem.. here goes.

You are my sun,,
You make my life fun..
You r my hero
Even when I know tht im a zero…
You r my first crush
And In my heart u bring a gush
The intensity in ur eyes could b sold for no price…
Your smile makes me happy and gay
And makes me plead for u to stay…
My thoughts wander from the second to the first floor
But u never wanna leave ur classroom flooor…
I pray to God to gimme the guts to propose…
I also pray tht u don go nuts after ma proposal…
If we r destined to meet in the near future…
Then I can very well assure u tht I will not be ur sister..
Can I call this love.?Can I call this a crush..?
I dunoo….but u sure are a rush…!
if only the heaven conspires to help me…
If only the angels conspire to help me….
If only u get to know me……..I wish …I wish……
Till my last breath ….
Till my own empty soul reaches u…..
I shall never forget u….
Nor will I forgive u …if something goes wrong…
-somsie~.~

Stumped!

This happens whenever I take a train from Chennai to Bangalore (Ahem..read as whenever I travel alone!). After taking consecutive modes of ...