Beauty As I See It

I stood on the threshold waiting for what seemed like an entire lifetime. I gazed at the panoramic horizon that stretched ahead of me, an army of waves splashing with imminent power to reach me, however failing miserably as it ushers. A cool breeze brushed my hair away and I loved the sensation. My eyelids dropped slowly taking the pleasure of the serenity deep into my soul. Darkness consumed the last and ultimate light ray of the day and I could already feel her presence.

A whiff of enchanted fragrance that filled the night air gave away the first clue of her presence. The smell that I want myself to be engulfed every morning to greet me into a new day. The aroma of a freshly prepared day! I knew she had come, along with the pallid moon, that hid behind the dark shadows ashamed at seeing a superior beauty. I opened my eyes and I see the moon peeking at us mischievously from between the clouds to see what happens between us.

I wasn’t sure if I was ready for this, but I took my chances. I stood stupefied in the magical sound of her feet dragging against the asphalt. I wanted to turn, wanted to face the epitome of beauty, finally, after all the dreams I had about her. She had captured all my imaginations and passions beyond all limits. And now she stood, so close, a few breaths apart, and yet I couldn’t turn and encounter her imminent grace.

I stood still, as I sensed her approach. Soon her hot breath brushed my shoulders. I shuddered. The moment has come. I managed a quick glance at the moon, and I found it naughtily giggling at us, still in hiding and yet very open. A shockwave passed through me on the very first touch. Her waxy set of arms easily swiped from under my hands towards my shoulder, her body softly pressed against mine. I couldn’t breathe. My heart was so occupied with thoughts that it forgot to beat for a moment. We stood there like that at the shore for a long moment, the moon flashing her dim reflection at us, and we stood at the limelight.

I regained my sense of time, and I stepped out of the fantastic dream. She was still leaning against me from behind, her hands hugging me. I had to do it. I slowly took her hands off me. And turned what seemed like thousands of degrees before coming face to face with that goddess. The surrounding that seemed so serene till a moment ago, was completely meaningless compared to the magnificence I now faced. She was unbelievable! Beyond what John Keats wrote about. The thing beyond perfection. Exquisite large set of eyes proportionately set on both sides of the smooth narrowly curved nose carved out on the perfectly oval face. The lovely lips parted revealing the neatly ordered small teeth as she smiled, sucking away the rest of the life inside me. She was a miracle. And I danced in it.

She inched forward leaning against me, asking silently for a placid kiss. I didn’t want to hesitate, but I wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. I took my time as our lips advanced. I felt as if we were the only people in the world, and that the whole world belonged to me now. We kissed. A gentle first kiss on my virgin lips. I breathed hard and broke apart. I hushed ‘ I love you’. I saw a smile flashing on her face in the moonlight. We kissed again more passionately this time, only the moon and waves witnessing this miraculous display, swearing to keep this a secret between us.

The memories Of Onam

Being born in kerala or the god’s own country is a matter of pride as far as I am concerned. The picturesque locale, the heartwarming climate and the ever jovial people make the place the happiest nest on the tree. Enter the season of Onam and the place lights up with happiness and joy. Onam, the most ebullient festival of kerala, the starting of the harvest season, the arrival of Emperor Mahabali.

The Best part about the people of kerala is their talent in hitting upon humor in anything and everything on earth. Even the attire of Mahabali has a tint of childish innocence and ambience with the potbelly and the umbrella. This season, the air is filled with the flavor of banana chips, neatly sliced, evenly salted, crisply fried and served with love. The fluorescence of the yellow chips radiates the markets. The aroma swipes people off their feet. Kerala becomes the sweet centre of the world.

And how does the word sweet become complete without the tang of a cup of palada payasam? The pride of the famous onasadya, palada is the dessert served at the end. The miracle that leaves your tongue in awe even after it is digested. The true spirit of kerala flavor, is no doubt, hidden in the recipe of palada. And palada is just the dessert. The main course is flowery pallid rice to be mixed with a variety of delicacies with varied savor and color. Sambar, rasam, Morukari, parippukari, avail, thoran, kalan, etc  is served at their respective places. To make the sadya more spicy, achar and puliyinji is served along. Not over, the banana leaf, where the food is served, also has the above mentioned chips and sharkkara upperi.
See, this is the typical malayali fault! I had started off planning to write about my memories of onam and ended up writing only about the food. Well, food is what matters the most after all right?
Its 12.21 pm on thiruvonam day. I think I’ll go have lunch now!
Hope you enjoyed the read 

Back To Words

Life had taken me far away from blogger.

Bt now yet again i am back here inspired after reading one of my dear friend's blog.

Sabin, Thanks to you!

The Involuntary Factor

Last day, when I had nothing to do at all, I lied flat on the floor, closed my eyes and rewinded my life. It was only then that I realized, the very much shocking and uncensored factor of my life. In fact, our all lives. The path through which different people came to my life, became bonded to me, and quite unnoticeably vanished into thin air. I tried hard to perceive where I lost the impasse I had with those people, but with no positive results. This is, I understand, what laymen often mention as the cruel joke of life.

I was just a kid of 6 or 7 when I first met him. His name, which I took almost half an hour to recollect, was Jeff. He was four years older than me, and was my new neighbor. Within five minutes itself, he had put a circle of influence around me. In the next four to five year he had become my best friend. In spite of the age difference, he saw me as an equal. He taught me many things. That you have to roll on the ground once you take a catch in cricket. That cheating is a part of the game. That it is easier to play a music instrument when you haven’t learnt it, as you no longer have to stick to the rules. That it is easier to draw mickie than to draw Donald. And that to play adventure games, the only device u need is good imagination etc.

Long after the chapter of jeff, I had a close attachment towards 2 brothers, Vineeth and Vijesh. Vineeth was 2 yrs senior to me at school and also lived a few blocs away from my house. We went and came back from school together in the same bus with a set of other friends. We’d all gather at the rear seat and start our daily routine of playing hand cricket. We play it so frantically and enthusiastically that the attention of the whole crowd in the bus would finally turn towards us. We’d become the limelight. And by the end of our first year at bus, even conductors started playing with us. At evenings, the heat of the game may not exhaust even when we reach our stop. We’d keep playing till we reach home, rarely noticing the by passers staring strangely at this madness. During holidays, the two bros will come in cycle sharp at 10 and ring bell twice as they reach my house and pass on to the playground. I’d be waiting in my room to jump out as I get the signal.

When I studied in third and fourth grades, I had a Malayalam sir who saw an ideal student in me. He implicitly stored inside me a love and life to my mothertongue. He wanted to build up a generation who can speak the language purely and found out that I am a good way of starting it. We both shared the same dream and it took me closer to him than my classmates.

Now, you might be wondering why I wrote about all these people. The reason is that, all of them were, once in my life, closest in my heart, but whom, time gradually took away from me. I no longer have any contact with them. And in a few more years I may even forget their names. Life plays a hide and seeks game. What we have today is not perennial, no matter how much close we keep it. The hurting separation is bound to happen. It is involuntary. I try to keep those people I love close to me as I learnt my lessons from the past and I don’t want to repeat it. I do not know how much successful I’ll emerge in this battle against time. I hope I win.

The Change Of State

Life takes up unpredictable paths. Where it leads us is a matter of luck. The unprecidentability of life is indeed the real essence of it. Henceforth take it as a challenge and try to keep up in your strides. This is what I learnt when my life suddenly took a hairpin. My higher studies. The milestone which decides the distance ahead. The twist of fate where I decide with my heart rather than my brain.

The schooling’s been near to perfect, in terms of attitude rather than marks. I enjoyed every second over there despite consistent urge from parents and teachers for better score. I discovered my talents and skills from here. It was the birthplace of what I am now.

Suddenly things churned up. I chose a higher study option which was not available in my hometown. And the change of state inside and outside me took place. Unknown places, unknown people. Unknown language, unknown culture. The pressure was too much on me. This was a place that did not belong to me. Yet I felt trapped in a web of time. No longer I had my father to go for the evening walk. No longer I had my mother to cook my favorites or wash my clothes. And no longer my friends to have a light moment during lunch. I was stripped off my kid attitude. I was asked to grow up, mature. The world around me suddenly grew black. And I stood in the darkness tired to make another move. I kept repeating to myself-‘I had a choice but I chose wrongly. I could have easily joined somewhere near and continue my popularity streak at school. I messed it all up!’

But then, when these words echoed back, I sensed a taste of cowardice in it. I decided to reinterpret my thoughts. The change of state of a substance can happen in both directions and I am the one who decides. There is never a wrong choice in life if you can face challenges. The person who accomplishes the most is termed the best. And I must be proud of myself for choosing the tougher way. I am alone. So What?? There is no father to scold me if I sleep without making my bed, and no mother who’d pester me in the name of studies. And no friends to tease me in the name of unknown crushes. These thoughts made me stronger. I was convinced living alone is not the worst thing of life. I understood becoming matured doesn’t mean you loose your freedom to enjoy life. When life speeds up, never back down, and rather gear up. And most importantly, success is not something that accompany you in your motherland. Always try to be the winner, success is just a matter of time!!!

The Trend of Engg/ Med

The neighbor asks the child “What do you want to become when you grow up?”
“He says he wants to be an engineer.” Replies the parent looking at the innocent ward.
Now, how stupid is this. The small child doesn’t know what engg. is or what it is all about. Then how can the child’s choice be engg. Therefore, what we understand is, right from the toddlerhood, the parents start dreaming of what their child should be in future. They advice kids “If you study well, you can become a good engg.” Wtf! Maybe they say so because they are decently earning engineers, but then, the CHILD MAY NOT BE THE XEROX OF THE PARENT. He may have different interests and passion.

The same is the case with medicine. At the time of decision making, half of the students opt for engg and the rest for medicine. It is due to this trend that the number of coaching centers is now on a rise. Parents are ready to spend lacks or even crores to make their child an engineer or doctor, but how will they make him successful? ONLY PASSION CAN MAKE A PERSON SUCCESFULL in a field. Now, if I collect all engg aspirants and ask them if they chose the field because they really wanted it, if they really have the passion for it, I know more than half will say no.

Today what we see is, those who can sing well or speak well or play well or think well, all are engineers and doctors! But such people do not reach the top because their interest lies somewhere else. The result is, they loose both. IT IS BETTER TO BE A GOOD SALESMAN THAN TO BE A BAD DOCTOR.

The upsurge of med/engg maybe because these are one of the top earning jobs, but then, there is something more than money, i.e., the joy of doing the job. The career we once choose cannot be changed later on. We have to go with it for our entire life. So, the first thing we have to see is if we can enjoy the job rather than pay scale. Of course money is needed, but joy of life is something which can’t be bought with money. And another aspect is, if we do things we have interest in, we become successful, and SUCCESSFUL PEOPLE IN ANY FIELD ARE ALWAYS ON DEMAND.

Therefore, before taking the drastic step, analyze yourself, find your strengths and weaknesses, council your parents. No parents stay against their child’s dreams. Convince them for it’s your life. LEARN TO TAKE DECISIONS.

I Luv My Sister

Right from the days I can remember, there is one person who has captured all my adorations and that is my sister. Well, it is difficult to describe her because she is beyond words, beyond boundaries and beyond all limits. The only flaw in her is that she is flawless. Another masterpiece from the master creator.

Her freshness and charm all round the clock has always made me curious. She is active 24*7 and display a ravishing attitude. Well sometimes she is lazy all right, but then, laziness and activeness are not always the counterparts. The most intriguing thing about her is that, she is one person with whom I can never win over in a debate. Her scintillating ability of communication skill and fluency has always left me mesmerized. She is an epitome of confidence and charm. And she is one of those very few people in this world, where you can see seeds of both Gandhi and Hitler.

Being very tough to handle, she stands out of the naive others. And she has always proved me that her love for me is always one step ahead of my love for her. She is my first friend and first teacher. There is nothing more to ask her. She has always been miss perfect for me.