HE-DEDICATED POST.

What happens when something as phenomenal as this happens in your perfectly awesome monotonous life?
Hit me like a wave of surprise and I sat down just by the sheer possibility of the words.
You almost have no idea, despite the obviousness to it, and you just sit there in shock, shock or maybe surprise due to the pleasantness of it.
And when my head finally clears up, I am blushing and mulling over everything like a typical girl does.
This time, Maybe I expect a little more, and give a lot more, but slowly.
Quoting from somewhere I read
"This time it's just not the warmth of a man I expect, but the strength of his shoulders and the loving arms of a friend who will stand by me and hold me for eternity , If need to be."
The future holds in it's murky realms, mysteries and We never really know what happens next.
"But , If there is hope, and If luck favors me, And if I deserve it, I will make it work, not back down, knock out the whole universe for him, until I am bald with no hair and can't go to the bathroom myself."

The blue bird.

Every once a while as I take a leisurely recline in  my balcony sipping hot coffee,  I see him.

I see the lonely blue bird, perched on the bare chocolate brown branches of the mango tree.

Its always the same branch, the same bare leafless branch.

He sits the for hours together , for no apparent reason and disappears just like how he came.

And again, I might be able to see him a fortnight later.

Give me an answer , Dear blue bird.

Who may you be?

You stare at me, to my eyes

A strong and unyielding stare,

With those perky eyes of yours.

Who may you be?

And what do you think ,

As you sit on that branch?

Touch your heart and tell me

What do you seek?

How Old are you?

I've seen you since I can remember,

Oh blue bird,

Who may you be.

Maybe you tell me a signless message

Stark blue feathers

and the Red lining around your throat.

Yellow big eyes.

I remember you,

Always will.

I watch you fly as I take another sip.

Melancholy soul.

I know you'll be back.

Life As We know it, Changes

Its been three years now..
And college has left some special memories in my heart..
Everyday the amount of fun we had,
The way we lived together, had fun, cried, made fun of each other..
Every moment down the memory lane, was just amazing, and beautiful milestones in our lives.
Life has to take a turn now, and all of us have to leave to find our own paths, for a while atleast.
In this moment, tears beckon my eyes..
For all of you, who have been there for me in these three years thank yu :)

And for a few very special people, here is what i have to say

Divyashri, I found someone very special in you, and to yu, i dont have to say anything for yu to understand, and our silences and our giggles, speak more than anything else for us.
I will miss yu, and i will come up thr and visit yu and Everytime i go anywhr, ill remember our special dates, and get aways :)

Gayathri Vasu, You are someone special in your own way, and yu have carried me forward during some of my difficult days,I do remember the times when we could complete each others sentences.
for being my support, thanks Nannu :)

Preethima, you are someone to whom i can tell anythng and run to whenever i wanna shout in joy, or scream in anger or cry in despair,
You have always been thr, and your veetu sapadu :P sama di
i will cherish our terrace memories,late night conversations, everythin :) and always run right back to you.

Horeb, Thank you for everything horeb, you were a brother, a best frnd and a teacher to me and pushed me sometimes into the right way, you made me do things my way and you were thr for me late into the nights.. thank yu for your shoulder.

Prem, Anna, words fail me, I saw an older brother in you, someone who i always wanted all my life...you are someone i look upto, someone with so much loyality, love and patience to give everyoe.
I dunno how wil be without seeing your moonjie for one year, i really dont wanna do it Prem.

@Trishir,
Mera pyyar :P
12.30 in the nite, i can call you and bug yu and yu would still put up with me.
I love your winks and yu genuinely care, what more do i need to say :)
And I know down the line, yu'll always be thr.

Adithya, You are very special , very :) Thanks for all those days yu let me cry on your shoulders like a cry baby. thanks for your jokes, and yes yu are special , i don need to tell yu more, yu know what i mean :)
and one day am marrying u :P XD

Vignesh, You touch my heart in beautiful ways, I will miss you ootivitufying me , i will miss pulling ur legs, i will miss coming and delivering thayir sadam with tomato pickle to ur house,ill miss comin over to yur place whenever i want to, and i dont want yu to leave me and go :/

Kaviya, Some people, touch our hearts and leave their marks on us.
I love hugging and sleeping with you :)
and i just love the way yu care and make me feel, thr are many moments i fell in love with the person yu are..and i always will hold your hand forever,ask preethu what i told.

Juno, I love the way yu scold me, hug me and make me feel good and cared for.
You my dear , yu know how to press the right buttons to make me listen to you :)
No one can replace yu Juno ^_^
I love yu

Subhashree, awas :)
Never seen anyone who can make others feel special like you do.
the way yu care, is on a whole different level, even in your sleep.
I see a mother in yu, a sister in yu, and lots of love in your eyes.
Selflessness.

@Harinee, Your hugs are the best, :)
They are warm and sweet and they carry me forward, we had our special moments, and ill always cherish 'em ^_^

@Geethanjali-
I dont know what it was, But i loved the smiles we exchanged, the twinkle o your eyes, and the caring words :)
The cup you gave me ?
I am having my coffee in it, even now :)

Thank Yu all
-hugs and kisses- ♥ ♥
Imma going to miss yu guys :'( 

The guy.

Come to think of it, as I was minding my own business, bam comes along "The guy"
Something here didn't seem right, but something here was nevertheless too much to ignore.
What does a guy mean when he says lets take a fcuking break?
Now man, one of your own gender asked me to bitch slap the idiot across the face.
Now , Under normal circumstances, I would agree with my best "gay" friend in order, but this apparent "Guy" seems to have a soft spot in mind and I stare back yawning, "Dei enna da panna?"

Now again, Lets be friends, come to think of it, I give you everything cheesy and I get that, Hit me with a tanker and I'll go gladly.
Oh "The guy" Is more than cheesy.
But godamn you, I dont like the things you come and tell me,
Pray I understand, I am not a bambling bafoon, But down the line, my brain's gone into a permanent fuck it mode, and now I really don't know what to say to these men.
What does it mean it. Godamn you.

It drives me crazy. And the unsettling guy, is blissfully unaware, making me wanna throw a stone at him, possibly the influence of merlot.
Oh well.
Some days, and all days, Fuck it

To build To destroy

Life has always played its morbid sense of a humorous joke at me.
You Believe in something, someone, you put all your efforts, love, trust and hardwork into something and truly believe things are going to work out, and then a little glass shard pops out of now where to tear everything apart.
The linchin pin.
One small piece of truth, or lie, or miscalculation and the world spirals down
Things escalate and before you know it,
Its over.
It's done
And You are standing on empty ground, Unmistakably alone with the broken pieces.
What do you do ?

Life in a Dream

Now imagine, if one day you woke to the smell o baby 

powder and milk, you open your eyes to the 

ceiling, and you are inside a Crib , in a flash o moment 

your memory is erased, what if your whole life was a 

mere dream? they say when you are about to die , 

your whole life flashes in your mind's eye, now what if 

that's just the child's consciousness reaching into the 

depths o the mind when its actually about to just 

wake up.?



What if your whole life was a dream?


Inception seems real now.



And the beauty of it.? You really have no clue because 

no baby has any conscious thought process or speech 

functions to tell the world about the life he had in a 

dream, in an unlikely event that he even remembers.

just another random thought.

To Drive or Not to

A recent conversation with a close Frnd made me 

wonder,come to think of it,

in a world like today , a generation like ours, how many of 

us are truly inspired or truly motivated.?



Conviction arises from within only when a person is really 

inspired, anything less than that, is merely an obsession or a 

side track from your real destination, that you took just to 

over take someone. Are we really obsessed, or driven with a 

real conviction about something we truly believe in?


A lot of us can relate to the procrastination that comes up 

when faced with an unpleasant task, procrastination to 

escape into doing something more pleasant , so how many 

of us actually have the drive to move mountains?

We are made to believe that everyone of us actually be at 

the top of the ladder, but big surprise, or rather 

disappointment, we know what we are culminating ourselves 

into.Think about it, True inspiration, or mere obsession.?


Where do you stand?

Just a mere thought.