A Friend Indeed

      I don't remember the
      last time we talked
      But, I do remember the
      last time I tried

Somewhere,
      Between being busy and ignoring
      we ended up being strangers

      The silence carved a crack
       that was difficult to cross

       The love and care
       got lost in the flow

       Now, shores apart and
       and an ocean between us

         we chose to be strangers who
     once might have known each other.

Food for thought ;)

Bachelor/Student life is known for its own nuances. When staying in turbid room with limited space for oneself, a person explores a life where he/she (just for gender equality, I just meant 'he' ;) coz, I am not perfectly aware about my fellow sisters) tries to minimize activities to a level that piles of dust border most of the place and apart from the sleeping zone of the apartment. Then comes the area for 'cooking'. It can be also called as the area for noodles cum teas. An induction cooker, a bowl cum fry pan, a glass, a spoon, a plate and a few small bottles with limited spices and tea powders. This is the most luxurious description of a room of a student. 

comparing

When I was whining here about my loss, which in reality is nothing, many people around the world are struggling with their lives..

People in Iraq, Syria, Libya, Egypt, etc etc could use their lives any moment. People of Gaza are struggling to have bits of food and freshwater. Human rights are just a bad joke to these people.

Many around the world are born in to the cycle of constant torture and injustice.
For them, our so called problems aren't a problem at all, because, what we think we have in default is denied for them. There are people out there who couldn't walk down their streets without the fear of being shot dead.
For them, what we have is heavenly. So, let us stop brooding over these small issues and know how lucky we are infact.
Let us try to atleast pray for those who are struggling on a daily basis to have a day with proper food, who dream for a day without gun fires...

wisdom ends

When we are advising someone, we become full of wisdom, and turns to the bade bhaiyya mode...

And when we go under the bus, and are sad, we forget how we had advised others...

we want a shoulder to rest our head...

:)

maktub...

It is funny, when we feel happy or sad about things we never had....

I remember a fight in my childhood with my younger brothers,
We were having a discussion about buying a computer, the topic deviated to how much time each could get infront of it... and a small quarrel began. Afterall, the computer haven't been bought, and we were quarrelling about a future event, which ma never occur.

   In our lives, we too dream of how things would happen and act accordingly, we feel secure, by thinking about an event that may occur in the future and get desperate when we find it never occurred. The reason for desperation is because we missed something which was never ours in the first place...!!!

The way of survival is having hope. But, while hoping for good, we must be prepared for the worst... else, sometimes, what is written for us may hit so hard if we were expecting something what is not written for us...

Why don't we get addicted to studies..?!!

Addictions are not limited to drugs...
we could be addicted to people, things, games, social media etc etc...

It is only when we try to keep a distance from a thing that we come to know how deep we are attached to that. It is hard to keep away from things which we are addicted to...
Ramadan is a time, where we could try to restrict ourselves and to see how much we have control over our body and mind...

editing the life

At times, we wish to talk to someone who was close to us, but with whom we are having difficult times..
and we look at the dials of the phone and mechanically type the numbers, just to erase it and throw the phone back to the bed...

and we just think, how synchronous we were once and how when we took the phone to dial, we got a call or message at that instant..

Elementary

Today, in class i was looking at the board on which our teacher is deriving some equation.. (there is a heading Von karman momentum integral)... it was purely 'mathematical'.. i just searched for a 'number" all over the board... voila, i found a '2' used to 'square' a velocity term...

In childhood, i perceived maths as something which showed me wonders with numbers... in the kingdom of addition and multiplication i found enjoyment... while now, i look at mathematics as a dreadful nightmare... if this what is maths made of, if this was how it all was goin to an end.., somewhere i missed a point... i could just hope that the way i saw mahs would not be exactly the 'ideal mathematics', but something which humanity could live in harmony with...

Today morning, I was going through the news paper, just to know about what all things are happening around me. I could see bloodshed, sorrows, and wailings around the world... people making other people's lives miserable... i came to know that in my motherland, people fear to express their views.., they were getting killed for their way of life, they were dictated what they were supposed to eat, wear or walk with... they were forced to think in a certain way. I was looking at the largest democracy of the world, to find any of the great values proclaimed by others... and voila, i found nothing...

In childhood, at school, i was taught about freedom fighters, martyrs who struggled their whole life just to earn us what we now call freedom... they built a democratic nation, where they envisaged a rule of the people, by the people, for the people... and now, i am somewhat disillusioned that the rule is of 'THE' PEOPLE, by 'THE' PEOPLE and for 'THE' PEOPLE... i am in the middle of the puddle of hate speeches, intolerance and mob policing.., while the politicians eating the tax money (as well as the money they procure through corruption) paid by the common man shamelessly doing just the opposite of what they are supposed to do...

... :'(

Avale ishtamaanenn parayaan avalude aduth chennappolaanu aval mattoraale premikkukayaanenna vivaram avan ariyunnath. Aval premikkunnavan theerthum nirutharavaada-paramaaya swabhaavam ullavanaayittum avalodulla thante pranayam vishuddamaanemnu kaanikkaan avan avalude vivaahathinulla ellaa othaashakalum akamazhinj cheyth koduthu... vivaahathinu shesham thante theerumaanam thettaayirunnenn manassilaakkunnathinu pakaram avane premikkaathathinu avan thannodu pakaram veettiyathaanennaa ippo aval paranju nadakkunnath...

Hypocrisy

The world around revolves in a certain way... our Rizq is predetermined and what is for us will definitely come to us...
And how hard we strive, wish, or hope, what is not for us leaves us...

At times, we may get depressed about the course of events.., but when we look to it and think again, we could see that all those acts helped us to be what we are now.., and moreover, those things what happened to us would perhaps be the best thing to happen in such situations...

locked

It is a terrible situation to know that there is a place where we could get the answer for the question we seek, but we hesitate to take the decision to approach that place...

A friend, who wants to forget the memories of past where we are present... that is one of the saddest deals...

The run without passion

In the midst of a crowd,
I stood alone, sleepless
In between the joyous talks,
they never noticed my worries
and I, alone, without finding a friend

It was during those days of good friends
that I could rely upon
The storms I faced where just breeze
those days
But now, I just run away from the
storms of life...
away from realities

Nature

Judging

At times,
in our lives,
we start judging people,
whether they are just
acting infront of us
or are telling things with full
commitment to their words
we just find reason to doubt our friend
and just disbelieves what he had told us
with keeping reservations i our mind
the prejudice causing harm to
our relationships
and the words we spoke
because of the prejudice
destroying the corner stone
of our deep friendship

:(

sometimes,
we take a pen and stare at the paper so long and cannot write a word or think of something,
that we just scribble something and leave the place for fresh air
we find ourselves blank though our schedule seems to be busy