The Unnecessary Book mark.

Young and Carefree, Soulful joy.

Hand in Hand, Head on your shoulders, 

A drive Down the Lonely Winding Road, 

Sublte Rain washing against the windows.

Your Lips Utter my name

Your eyes Search deep inside mine.

The sparkle, The dimple, The Miracle 

The Sweet scents and The cold air.

The Cosy Couches.

Deep and Long 

Love and Insight and your lust.

Once upon a time

A love story of a life time.

A book mark today.

Unnecessary Taint in my life.

Once upon a time, 

A laughter so light.

Today the fearful tears of Trepidation.

Once upon a time

A photograph of joyous smiles.

Once upon a time, An icecream

A medicine for sickness and care.

A sip of water and the warmth of your hugs.

The passion for a life time

The lights of the night.

Colors and Happiness.

Amazing and Beautiful, 

To me, 

And to you, 

Nothing.

Today,

A marked mistake.

And a faithless promise broken.

Traitors Unsheathed 

A wolf in sheep's clothing.

A watchful stalker.

A reminder of the broken dream.

Once upon a time 

The dance of Love

And the Words of faith

Trusting smiles and times.

Once upon a time.

A Lie, a mistake.

And A broken arrow.

Blood and rapid breaths.

And I fall asleep, In your arms,

Only in my dreams.

The unnecessary book mark.

You.

Good Riddance. 

The Drug

The drug that I took ,

Each day, the evilness associated with it,

The high and the low. 

Ah the painfulness to it.


The evil I never realised, The clinginess I had.


Slap on my face when reality strikes.


Oh the slap.

Alas I know Where I stand , I gave everything, to be 

a  subordinate, to be replaced, to be 2nd fiddle.

For love I gave everything , for love and for friendship


To be showered with disrespect.


Alas I destroyed everything I had, without realising.


And then the skies came crashing down on my head.


Ride above the waves.

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.

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

Silent tears

I lie asleep clutching the blue red pillows

You would remember them

And the memories Hit me back.

I stifle and wipe a tear,

My body arches forward, 

Unable to take the pain

I moan into the pillow, 

Wet tears staining them.

Lost, and confused, 

Ghost of your smile and hands.

I remember them

Only very vividly.

Lost in my tears.

Unable to switch off my emotions

Alas sleep evades me my love.

Impact.

Once upon a time

A year ago

A few mistakes ago

I found you, and you found me .

Memories and flashes

Ghost of the reality 

and Thats all that comes back.

Ever.

Never him, Never more , never less.

Whirlwind of emotions

Life is a grey kaleidoscope of images

I fell hard, You stepped back 

Its not the words you said , 

Its not the way you looked

Its the way you made me feel.

You were more, and less, and everything.

I fell hard, on the ground.

Impact.

It moved too fast,

Over and done, Blinded in the darkness.

Suffocated,

memories and flashes come back 

But never You.

The love of my life.

Thank you Taylor Swift

Raven Haired Stranger

Raven Haired stranger, 

With a charm in your eyes, 

I remember the words, 

The stealing glances and the whispered Lies.

Sweet lies you never meant to keep your word.

I remember your tears, crocodile tears I know today

Enough said, Enough done, Enough loved.

Now its Gone.

You walked into my life,Invited... 

You promised me the world.

Love is a fickle friend.

You are worse.

So you think You can walk in, 

Steal my heart, Rip it and walk away like that?

But thats what you did, Didnt you?

You made a choice for both of us.

Enough said, enough done and enough loved.

Go away and Begone.

Never to show me those sparkling eyes again

Never to Lie to me, Unlike you i deserve better.

And maybe some-day you may earn atleast a little respect

Good riddance 

Love is fickle Friend

Its a gumball of emotions,

They say love is a fickle friend

It started out on a fateful match , Dec 11 th .. why ?

I would never know..

The golden days of my life.

Prettiest Yellow rays and bluest ocean currents.

But like I said love is a fickle friend destined to leave when trouble raises its head

Not one of the brave heart, to stand by my side

A taste of sour pickle.

I could hate you, but hate breeds more feelings and I am afraid to hurt myself, thank you.

Maybe the squirells will teach you a lasting lesson.

A broken mirror can never be fixed.

Love reflects a thousand causes,but once broken remains broken.

                                     

Caves of darkness, and the depth of your cold eyes

and the icy chill heart

I loved someone who was not worth me

I loved someone who never knew who I was

I loved you knowing you would never accept me for who I am

Delusions and errors , rebating joy.

Glow of the lantern and fading lights

Screw you too Love.

Darkness immortal 

Think T nagar

Madras machi Diaries - A Photo Story - Think T nagar

Welcome to Chennai, the galleria of cultural differences and one of the largest metro cities in India.

T Nagar or Thyagarayar Nagar.
Think T nagar and Imagine the thrill of street shopping and the deliciousness of a good bargain,  simply Indian.

Photo courtesy : Praveen Leo 

T nagar defines the shopping spot for the lower, lower middle and some of the upper middle classes of Chennai (who love a good bargain) who rather not empty their pockets in an air conditioned metro mall. Pondy Bazar, Ranganathan street (Phew) are the Chennai hotspots for the prettiest earrings and ,dresses to the hot shoes ,glittering gold or platinum for your lady love, or the techy stuff and the best bargains.

Be it Cherokee, Reebok, Nike , Sony, Kancheevaram silk , Swarovski,Van Huesen , Allen solly , Park avenue, Karigari , Dell , Giogardini, yu get every single brand in here.I am not categorizing stuff here, but yes one just gets everything out here. Everything branded. Shops like Life style, Nalli , Mega mart, Pantaloons, Joyalukkas cater to your every shopping needs.

Photo courtesy : Varshni Sreethar 

On the other side of the story you get the cheapest of the brand imitations on the streets of pondy bazaar. You can find some of the prettiest of the skirts, bags and belts ,earrings and pretty pretty sandals (I am a little biased towards shoes) on these streets and if you do happen to have a whiplash tongue you will get your best deal. If do you get lucky these may , possibly last long enough through use.

After you are done with the whole deal of shopping your wallet empty, indulge yourself  in the choicest and the costliest of Indian and international gourmet, but I dare say in my opinion the taste of the corn and the lime soda brought on the  Ranganathan street after a baragain battle cannot be beaten out.Saravana Bhavan . Krishna Sweets , Kfc,,Murugan Idli kadai, Seashells and all that yummy food, yet One can find the pakoras and chenna masala ,iceceams , pani puri and Samosas literally walking off the stalls in Ranganthan street.

                                                                    

Photo courtesy :    Praveen Leo

One can find the wealthy and middle class to lower economic class Indians and foreigners likewise in the shopping agora of T nagar Such is the diversity of the shopping culture and crowd in the shopping “city” of T nagar .

Photo courtesy : Praveen Leo 

A happy go come tourist might be cheated out of his or her skin in the street shopping culture, but for the residents of Chennai, the thought of shopping on the streets sends an expectant smile to the face.

IMAGINE.

IMAGINE.

Imagine

A world without sky scrapers dotting the sky

Imagine

Green forests and a Green skyline

Imagine

All the people of the world living as equals (Meh.?)

Imagine

A lack of diversity

Imagine Uniformity

Imagine grey

Imagine the absence of colours

Imagine black and white

Imagine, and that is how far it will get.

Lack of reality.

The world we live in is of unimaginable depth, of colours. Culture, designs, people, filth, and diversity in its character.

No two designs in a kaleidoscope are the same; no two DNA or humans are the same.

No two snowflakes are identical, Nor the seed arrangement in any two sun flower.

Magic of nature.

Nothings is a copy , an exact copy .. Except probably your last semesters’ notes Xeroxed by the bunch.

The world we live (yes, am getting back to that) is an array of unique elements put together existing together harmoniously (Wars? Humans never learn. Tsk tsk)

City Scape

The world we live in, the cities we take foot in everyday is a transforming abyss, transforming at this rapid phase influenced by various elements-

·         People-society-characteristics-the changing attitude and lifestyle of today’s generation - Us - the brats of the planet.

·         Economy - the constantly fought marketing battles- sensex-nifty -collateral - banking -marketing.. yes all that.

Money Money Money

Up and Down goes the sensex (multiply by infinite times)

·         Culture- 

Sa-Re-Ga-Ma-Pa-Da-Ne-Sa to Do -Re -Mi -Fa -So - La -Ti -Do.

·         Politics - Oh yea, boring money hungry people who eat our taxes , dear politicians influence the city’s evolution - Remember the Metro Railway?

Our cities are transcending our imagination in the pace they are growing at ( Now, I’ve told that way too many times in one way or the other have I not?)

“When you are finished changing, you are finished”

-          Benjamin Franklin

My point is, you flick a switch and sleep too long and you will wake up like Rip Van Winkle

Now, clear your mind of all that i rambled about and IMAGINE.

A world of colours

A world with diverse skyscrapers lighting up the night

A world where the rich live beside the poor

A world where change is constant

A world with ever growing lights and Cities

A world where... Oh just open your eyes and look around.

Reality.

This is where we live

In planet EARTH- A kaleidoscope of pseudo imagination

Silence and Tears - An obituary

Tribute (and thats all that i can possibly do) to a nine yr old 

child who met with his untimely death in the pool waters.

(Ranjan ,Student of Psbb,KK ng who lived his little life next door 

to the place where I

take my classes)  

Too many little children die nowadays.

 I sit down with tears

As i pen this down

I never knew you well 

Sweetie pie,

I can see the ghost of the sparkle 

In your eyes

A Hint of a laughable face

In those photographs 

From Your life

They saw you are a Cheerful chap

Little child, 

I cannot stop my tears

As i think of your parents

Reminders of your life

and Childhood 

will blot their future

I see a blue garment hanging 

In your balcony

It saddens me 

You are no longer here.

Baby

Your time came,

They tell me

You belong in the hands of god now 

Do not cry

Do not fear 

Be blessed and 

Rest in peace

Pandas and Gundus and Canon 550 D

Who said true love is mythical?
A certain finger rised for the cynics

Pyyar
Love
A·mour

The moment I see him I get that Electric shock through my spine

AH, a million blue blooms together

smell of earth and glint of sunshine

A year and a half and finaaly mera true pyaar, worth wait.
My baby
Canon Eos 550 D
(Now dont raise your eyebrows
its my blog and i get to write any shit love story i want)

 So yeah?
Where was I?
Lovely black body, A lil muscular and sleek, he is my perfect better half ;')
I love you baby :)
<3
and probably the only person who accessorizes her camera with Angry birds \m/ ( self proclaimed professionals and professional please don't faint , let a crazy "lil" girly have her way)






Yes the angry birds,
Enter Gundu Panda and Gundu Anna from Nagpur
Two huge fatasses, I couldn't squeeze myself into the auto with those two sitting in,
But two most adorable creatures sent down to Chennai from Nagpur (dont grow horns now, i know your reading this :P)
So It was just two days of back to back Me bugging the poor Gundus :D

the locations i choose to click your pickoors ! :D

Panda,
Gundu, Spread the Cheer person aren't you?
and Yus yusss! 
Now i forgot to bitch slap you, but imma goena give you an excuse this time cuz we had such an awesome time :D
Yes i cried when you left, yu wily emotionally targeting idyut !
Now is when i wish you live right here with the other two! :|
Imma going to really miss you!
Gundu Anna!
You prolly had no reason to put up with me and yet you did and i made yu do it
Next time onwards, chatter chatter chatter,teehkay?
your straight smile is still awesome.

So from SRM to Anjappar (YUm) And wasting rupees in roaming texts, auto drivers (ahan) and EA shopping,Early morning Bessi walk, Citi center dont thank me for being your guide, The food was great (Yum) (Murugan idli kadai-now i really wanna put that pic up xD)
:D

The panda and noddy and angry birds will always remind me of you!
and yes i love the pendant too ! yuss yusss! :D
One day maybe you'll realise Noddy is a good guys and understand how perve Angry birds are :P
Until then 
With tears and love and hoping to kick your asses, 
Moi!

Lamentations of a Book Slut

So, it was a lazy afternoon and as is normal for any bored-out-of-their-mind college going teenager, I was scrolling my news feed on Facebook. 
But as we all know, Facebook CAN be boring too (not that it stops us from logging back in, 5 minutes after logging out).
So I was about to do the log out-log in ritual when a notification popped up. My friend had tagged me in a wall post.
When I saw the picture she'd tagged me in, I HAD to laugh. Everything that it portrayed was shamelessly accurate.

A Book Slut. 
I'm sure many people would be irked by the particular choice of nomenclature. Not so much the "book" part as the "slut". Well, I'm personally not a big fan of profanities. Occasionally, when situations do not permit to vent my feelings by kicking something or someone, a certain F word along with a bunch of it's mates, line up and make their way out of my mouth (but I swear, the satisfaction of kicking is incomparable).


So, where were we? Yeah... the Book Slut. Though some of you might find it objectionable, I love the name (and am proud to be one myself). It's bold and like I said earlier, shamelessly accurate.


What distinguishes a Book Slut from a non-reader and a reader?

• We don't love books. We are OBSESSED with them.

Imagine this:
A guy. Let's call him Random Dude. So Random Dude gives you two options: In one hand he has 500 bucks. In another, a book worth 500 bucks. What would you choose?


The Non-Reader: "The cash obviously... Duh."
The Reader: "The book... if it's a good one."

The Book Slut: "Oh, that's a simple one. Bitch slap the living pineapples outta whats-his-name, grab the book AND the cash, make a beeline to the bookstore, buy a new book worth 500 bucks. It's a win-win situation. For me."


What you learn: Book Sluts are ruthless when it comes to books and book deals. I'd personally say it's better if you steer clear of being the Random Dude from the above example.

• We don't hold books. We caress them. Like our own babies.

Books are our most prized possessions. Dare to treat them carelessly and *BOOM* you just got your name on a hit-list, bro. 
Dog-ears, pencil scratches, cover creases on paperbacks, spilt food/drinks on our books are NEVER from us. They are ALWAYS from people we lend our books to. And you have no idea how much these crimes irritate us. Yes, you read right. CRIMES. I mean, do we scribble on you? Do we throw food on you? No, right? Then y u do it to our books?! 

WHY?!

This despicable behavior is exactly what prevents us from lending our books to you. We are scared. Ask for anything: clothes, eyeliner, shoes... you name it and we'll lend it to you happily. But never books. Because you DO NOT know how much it physically hurts us when it goes to you in a pristine condition and comes back as a bloody second-hand knock off. 

• Nothing makes us happier than a new book.

A new book: a word worth an orgasm. Hell, even BETTER than an orgasm. The feeling we get when we open the packaging (neatly, obviously) and smell the fresh pages... is indescribable. The fingers softly caressing (am i the only one who is thinking of this line in another context? :P) while the nose reaches for the spine and the brain sings "Hallelujah".... mmmmmm.. absolute perfection. Life does NOT get better than that.

               

          That's how most of us look like after we're done with our package opening ritual.

• We're magniloquent.. and we know it.

We love words. Fancy words that make a normal person scratch their head with confusion. Like I did, with "magniloquent". It's an adjective used to describe someone with an elaborate and grandiose style of speaking/writing. When you hear someone use a cool phrase, you imitate them. You use the same phrase. Why do you do that? When you get the answer to that, you'll also understand our fascination with fancy words. We think they sound cool, they convey our thoughts better and we love it when you ask us their meanings. Why wouldn't we use them? So, stop complaining. You're only wasting your breath. It's not going to make us dumb down our sentences.  

While we're at this, I might as well add that we're ardent grammar Nazis. The charm of an article, or even a person diminishes vanishes, the minute we realize grammar is something from another planet for them. And it does not take long for us to realize this. 

Everybody has some habit that is like second nature to them. Someone bites their nails, someone has an annoying catchphrase, someone talks incessantly. We correct grammar. It's our second nature, though it earns us a lot of nicknames along the lines of "pretentious", "pompous" and "vain". You know something? We don't deny it. We're actually secretly proud of ourselves for being all of those.

• We live in our own little world. When you come in and disrupt our peace there, we are NOT amused.

One of the most annoying things a non-reader can do to a Book Slut is grab the book out of their hands when they're reading. What is this? A lame attempt at trying to include us in conversations? I'll tell you what. It is NOT cool. 

We do not read because we feel left out. We deliberately leave YOU out and travel to places unknown to you. Trust me, its way more productive than your conversations which mostly include elaborately spread-out bitching sessions. We do not need your "sympathy". It's annoying and rude. Besides, you'll be lucky if you don't have a broken limb by the time I grab my book back from you.

I felt merciful that day. So no broken limbs.

So, after all these insults and threats, I hope non-readers get a glimpse of what goes on inside the mind of a Book Slut. Though I won't be surprised if you don't. I agree. We are complex beings. And it would take a lot more than a blog post to actually understand us. You have my sympathy.

But it was a real pleasure writing this rant. It felt like saying "payback time!" to all those people who look at me funny. Just because I read books.

The next time you come across a Book Slut, beware. You never insult a higher being. NEVER.

Post Script: This post was written purely for entertainment purposes. The author is solely responsible for the views expressed.

Any offence caused intentionally or unintentionally is deeply regretted. NOT. HAHAHAHAHA... like I said, "Payback time!!" 

MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!