HEY TELL ME! (part I)

Two thoughts were bugging me past 4 days.Before that let me say something;i kept receiving non stop messages yesterday that was supposed to be the friendship day.i was really overwhelmed to know that i have managed to get so many friends.

Needless to say that i do cherish the friendship and my friends are my pillars of support ,are the ones i respect, admire and also want to be for them any time.But, i never had the heart to send a reply to any one of them yesterday because i had my own apprehensions about celebrating this friends day.
Like mothers day and fathers day this day is celebrated to commemorate a sacrifice done by an American friend ,tell me don't we have excellent examples of friendship in Karna of Mahabharatha,and many others in our country and why should we join hands with something that appears purely commercial.
I know i value my friends and i want to prove my friendship in their time of crisis when they really need me. I in my own opinion think i need not keep telling them i am blessed to have them in my life.
Though the concept is good, the little thing that nags me is aping the westerners.I may be wrong, but this is what i feel strongly.
AND MY FRIENDS I AM HAPPY YOU ARE THERE FOR ME AS I WOULD BE FOR U TOO.
In the end now it looks as if am writing a friendship message. hehe.

BLOOMING CACTUS

This thorny little cactus ,
learned to believe,
from the day of germination;
That beauty detests it,and people shun it.
But it was the will of God ,
For the cactus to grow ,
And stand in the wild sun ,
Enduring its fate.

Surrounding it were roses,
Though with thorns ,were sought after,
For their fragrance and beauty.
Far away were jasmine,
Filling the place with sweetness

Here grew this thorny cactus,
With no one to water,
Or a willing hand to cater.

Slowly dripped its tears,
washing the feet of Lord,
The kindest Lord smiled at the plant
And bestowed His mercy at once...

Then sprang on cactus a lovely flower,
That the world has never ever has seen.
People thronged from far and near,
To Admire the beauty and capture the smell,
The Cactus had become a celebrity,
And now felt no more an orphan!

Now washed the feet of lord
The tears of happiness
That dripped from the,
Smiling, loving, blooming, cactus!

(DEDICATED TO A FRIEND WHO ASSURED THAT CACTII ARE NOT ORPHANS)

tuesdays with morrie

I have been reading this book since last Sunday.I should say rather living with and not reading,

because every other line in the book is thought provoking and makes u wonder about the way u live;not that there are enough people in our place to say what is life and what is worth to live for;still some times somethings catch your inner self and there u go into introspection.

Each and every line is worth an analysis ,but what really is running in my mind is a sentence"He gives like an adult but demands like a child"

what an observation?are we not all in a way craving to be a child ?but we hide our emotions to be called a matured person.
Don't we all need to cater to that child in us?
when are we really going to shed that hypocrisy and be happy to say that its normal to be open with our emotions?
well .the child waits .

THE THOUGHT PATH

The thoughts wander
With no reins to impede
I sit watching its path
And wonder when it would recede.

It slowly dances its way
To the sweet memoirs of youth,
Amidst cheery and fun filled days,
That brings a dreamy smile.

Now it lingers on those days
When I cherished my motherhood,
Absorbed in the charm and charisma
Of my treasured baby’s childhood.

When it traverse those days
Of tears and melancholy ,
It stops to bid a goodbye,
And wows never to cross again.

Thus the journey goes on,
To the unknown future,
I leash it ‘coz to live the present ,
Is wiser than to dream the future.

confessions of a TRUE lover

And i thought i was still in head over heels in love with him.
He was my ideal man,my dream,so i thought.
i was so entranced by his intelligence that i thought none could be like him..i followed him wherever he went,i traced his past from his college magazines and chose to learn the subject i thought he would like me to learn.I took his advice for my career and dreamt about him day and night..
little did i know that he never cared a bit for me..
i thought the world of him,and wowed that i shall never bring anyone so close as him to my heart,
and cried my heart out when he was married to pomp and power..
i was so sure that my love was divine,unexpecting ,and without any agenda and so must be an ideal love ,like that of the past historic lovers ,but there were two of them in love then ...i was sure i would reach my grave an old maid nurturing my undying love ..till ..
till.. i got into wed locks..
well this is another kind of love i told myself(by the way how many are there?)
and it took me only seconds to forget my past and fall in love again ..this time i was loved too..
ha this is heaven..
but what was that i had for him?i discovered it the day i met him again..
with grey and receding hairline,and not an iota of intelligence which i found endearing ,he was just an ordinary common man,and here i was basking in nonstop rain of affection .
i was sorry for myself for having spent such unyielding hours of contemplation.
but do tell me what were those feelings?is it a great joy to love or to be loved?
or how do we find out we are in love?my better half says its better not to analyse these feelings and just live the moment but am now sure that i can have one and only love and thats for my sweet spouse.
PS:"i" HERE DOES NOT MEAN THE AUTHOR

why blog?

Its been almost a year since i wrote my last poem,and today i was sort of determined that i should
write at least one hundred words a day..
Lots of thoughts been meandering in my mind and i just thought i shall jot down whatever comes in ..and the question that runs in my mind is ...why do i blog?
why do i want to make my thoughts known to others and i even take pains to inform all i know that they should visit and comment too.. cheeky eh?

But then is it not natural for human beings to crave for attention and to prove to the world they are a superior lot than the contemporaries?
let me ask this question to myself..why do i want to write something?may be i want to be called "ah she is something different ""ohh she has stuff"and all that...but no that is not the case..
I recently analysed that putting my thoughts in black and white might be an effort to find out some people who might also think like me and relate to them..
Had they faced the same circumstances and hardships and happy moments i am keen to know how they have reacted and also come out unscathed..
We human are always social animals and want everything to be related and in this vast blogger world it would be heartening to know that people do think alike and they do have the same experience and they too might have faced the same hard ships and there is a solidarity...
and a feel that"i am not alone "..
yes thats exactly what i want to learn and thats the reason i browse and follow a lot number of blogs and say to myself "dearie u are not the only person in this world ..and there are lot more like u ..so just relax " and so do i..
so why do i blog ?
at last its to relax my mind..
is it true ? lets find out ........

TRUST

The cold ruthless wind,
Rips away one by one,
All the leaves,
The cherished leaves,
And drive them
And sweep them away and away and away.
But like a savior
Falls a droplet
A raindrop
Decaying the leaves
Steering them to reach
as manure
The young branches
The treasured branches…..
And sprout as buds
And dance as leaves
Singing the song of love
Till another ruthless wind
Rips them apart…….
The hope remains….

VEGETABLE STEAKS IN CAPSICUM PEAS TOMATO SAUCE

INGREDIENTS

1. bread 4 slices.
2. potatoes, boiled and smashed half cup
3. carrots,beetroot,boiled and smashed half cup.
4. capsicum green finely chopped.
5. peas boiled ,half cup.
6. tomato sauce half cup.
7. onions finely chopped,half cup
8. garam masala,two teaspoon.
9. chilly one sliced
   
10. salt to taste

METHOD
Mix all boiled vegetables with bread dipped in water and squeezed.
Fry onions add garam masala chilly and mixed dough and cook for a minute.
Add salt to taste.
Make balls out of dough slightly flatten and shallow fry in oil.
Slightly fry capsicums add boiled peas and add tomato sauce to it ,add some water to make it a gravy.
Arrange the steaks in a plate and pour the gravy over them and serve them hot.

REVERIE

So it must be a dream
I reminisce …..
In all veracity..
Or was it an actuality?
I believed must be a dream?

When the day was filled with trance …..
Lovely visions of you
Filling my heart!
Was it you whom that I saw
At the threshold
Peeping and leaving
Not willing
To disrupt my reverie…..

Oh what an experience
It might be!
To be roused by the dream
When you recline
Dreaming of the dream!!

When you hereafter steal a look
At my door…
Do call my name …
For I would then
Positively believe…
That dreams do come true…...

REALITY

We behold,
the moon,
that romantically
engulfs the earth
with cool rays.

we savour ,
the breeze ...
that carries
the sweet fragrance,
of flowers and memories.

we stand
enchanted ,
in the waves
that wash
our feet ....
murmuring a mystery.

we drench
in the rain,
that evokes
a yearning
so strong ......

And at last...
we close our eyes,
snuggling to each other..
though
we are,
only where we are ........
MILES AND MILES APART.

can we for ever?

we saw,we knew;
we talked,we reached;
can we for ever?

we shared,we cared;
we cried ,we smiled;
can we for ever?

we planned,we won;
we sang,we danced;
can we for ever?

we drove,we swam;
we dreamt,we drank;
can we for ever?

we touched,we kissed;
we loved,we lived;
can we for ever?

we wept,we left.
we think,we wish......
we can for ever!

MY FRIEND

FINALLY I CONCEDED,
AND RESOLVED ...
TO WALK; A PATH ....
LONELY ,DRAB, AND VACUOUS;
THE MILLSTONE DRIVING ME.

EN ROUTE
I CHANCED UPON ...THIS BEAM,
COOL AND CLASSY,
WITH A RAY OF CONCERN.

SPRANG FROM IT MY COLOURS OF LIFE
MY PATH NO MORE BLEAK
NOW A PHENOMENON,A SPECTRUM
OF VIVID COLOURS ;
PAINTED WITH EASE,
OF WIT AND CHARM
OF CARE AND TRUST.

I FONDLY LOOK AT IT,
AS IT HAS MADE MY WORLD SPECTACULAR.
TOMORROW ,I ENVISAGE ,
THAT THE BEAM I ALIGHTED UPON,
MIGHT BE A DEW.
AND MAY EVANESCE.

BUT THE COLOURS IT ETCHED,
WOULD LINGER ETERNALLY !!!
CLASPING THEM TO MY HEART
I WOULD WALK IN A PATH.....
VIVID,CHEERFUL AND CONTENTED.

an easy and lip smacking snack for singles

Ingredients:

1.ROASTED GROUND NUTS

2.POHA (CALLED AVUL IN TAMIL)

3.ROASTED CASHEW NUTS.

4.SAGO(JAVVARASI--BIG SIZE)

5.ROASTED AND BROKEN CHICK PEAS(POTTUKADALAI)

6.CURRY LEAVES TWO SPRIGS

7.ASAFOTIDA POWDER

8.CHILLY POWDER.

9.SUGAR.

10.SALT TO TASTE.

11.OIL FOR FRYING.

METHOD
Heat oil in a pan.deep fry poha .set aside in a tissue to drain excess oil.fry chickpeas and sago and finally the curry leaves.set aside Add to this the peanuts,cashews salt chilly powder sugar and mix witha wooden spoon. voila .u have a wonderful snack for ur rainy evenings.

The speciality of this snack is the sago which when fried expands to beautiful round balls which tastes yummy.enjoy and let me know .

PLANT LOVER EH??

Saturdays i weed my garden.Mechanically i set about the work till i reached this small plant.music in my ears ,cool breeze around ,pulling out the unwanted plants was not a very tedious task.Though i never enjoyed, it was really called for.
when i came to this plant i stopped short.i had seen this plant as a sapling ;i let it grow because i thought it must be a zinea but later it proved to be a wild weed;now almost fully grown the plant stood waving in the breeze sporting tiny violet flowers,and i call it a weed and was about to pull it away from the soil and dump it in garbage.
I reflected am i a plant lover ?a true plant lover?if i were one i should love this plant too.Its a shame i loved plants that were beautiful,and claimed myself to be one.Though a part of gardening calls for weeding and i can imagine how my garden would overflow with unwanted plants if i do not pull them out,i think i must stop calling myself a lover of plants.well i never plucked that plant and it is still there smiling .
I remember at this juncture that mrs maneka gandhi had once said that she was against removing the cobwebs -the abode of spiders .A true blue cross person would agree.but is it practical??i have umpty number of views to support but am not a true herbophile.The reality stings but i have to accept it and i do with all humility.

HI AM BACK

HI ALL,
IF ANY ONE IS READING THIS BLOG ,I AM BACK AGAIN.BEEN TRAVELLING AND OBSERVING,YES OBSERVANCE IS THE CORRECT WORD.YOU TRAVEL AND IT MAKES U WONDER WHAT A TINY SPECK OF ENTITY U ARE IN THIS UNIVERSE.
YA ALL OF US DO LOVE TO TRAVEL BUT SOMETIMES WE FORGET TO KEEP OUR EYES OPEN.I HAD ONCE ASKED MY JOURNALIST FRIEND IF HE EVER STOPPED TO THINK AS A WRITER: A SIMPLE "LOL" WAS THE ANSWER .
BUT NOW TRAVELING WAS A NEW EXPERIENCE TO ME .I KEPT THINKING WHAT I COULD INCLUDE IN MY BLOG (((THOUGH THERE ARE ONLY A FEW COMPELLED READERS )))AND MY PERSPECTIVE CHANGED.
MY VIEW WAS DIFFERENT AND I LEARNED MORE AND I STARTED KNOWING ME MORE.
I USED TO CONTEMPLATE, THAT MY BLOGS LOOK LIKE SILLY PAGES IN A DIARY!BUT THERE ARE GOOD WRITERS AND GOOD BLOGS WHICH COMMENT ON UNIVERSAL HAPPENINGS ET ALL,I DECIDED TO HAVE A SMALL DIAMETER.
EVERY DAY OF MY TRAVEL MADE ME REALISE THAT I AM JUST A DOT AND HOW WE SPEND OUR TIME IN VENGENCE AND LAMENTATIONS ALONE .IT OPENED MY EYES AND VOILA HERE IS A NEW ME.
ALL OF US DO GET THIS FEELING MANY TIMES IN OUR LIFE .BUT ITS IS THE PERSEVERANCE THAT MATTERS.I WOULD LIKE TO CONTINUE ON THE SAME PATH AND LETS SEE.
WELL! THE RULE IS ""DECLARE TO THE WORLD IF U WANT TO STICK TO YOUR PRINCIPLES"" AND I HAVE DONE THAT MUCH.
KEEPING MY FINGERS CROSSED I FLY AND FLY.