“They” who touch my heart..

When I was desperate and despondent: my shoulders wet with tears
I found not kerchiefs but “their” hands wiping them, allaying all fears
“They” could comprehensively outweigh big broad beams of lustrous gold
Even a monitor lizard would give in but not “they”: so strong is “their” hold

Hand in hand,as a gang,”we” took those lovely long walks by the beach
Using “our” trust as a staircase,even Mars is not impossible to reach
Those aimless chats and friendly banter that zeroed in on nothing went on
Had “your” perspirations watered the garden, roses would never sport a thorn

Even Lord,with his many avatars would’nt have had so many birthdays in a calendar year
Yes, “we” celebrated each other’s birthdays as “our” very own: so near and dear
“We” have seen it all: from Royal Meridien to road side shacks with a single lantern
The sense of togetherness was more filling than the food:the ambience was of least concern

With battered bats and scruffed up balls, on cricket grounds did we gather
Win or loss never did really matter: “We” always played for each other
As good as gloss:lips, polish:shoe,jeera:jamun and cream:cakes
“Our” bikes and togetherness had one in common: both had no brakes

A freak accident almost proved fatal;crutches replaced bruised knees and made me hop
In “you” came,for crutches, “you” extended “your” arms instead,putting me back on top
Immobile, tossing and twirling would I lie in bed: gripped with fever: but no panic
Paracetamol tablets were thrown to the bin:a call from “you” was just the tonic

Adage and wisdom have it that only the deepest of seas house a coral
In “you” I see breathing corals far more precious: a tribute so floral
“Your” compassion encompasses the ocean:”You” shine brighter than the sun
“You” have removed inpossible from my vocab:I look upon “you” to get any job done

“They”,”their”,”your”,”you”,”our”,”we” and “it” can point to only two things
The former words to friends and latter to friendship:my greatest blessings
A person who devalues friendship is a miser: without friends he is an ignorant loser
Friendship is a treasure: without “it”,even the most sacred of works wont make you wiser

“We” add our benefits,divide our labour,multiply our joy and subtract our sorrow
With pure souls like you around me,I can always stay assured of a better tomorrow
Forever together will “we” flock,for “we” all are birds of the same feather
“You” are as divine as the all bearing almighty:as tender and warm as a Mother

The Strange Case of “Misters’” and the “Miss”es’..!

Teenage Life makes or breaks an individual.The period from 16-21 is a mysterious mixed bag.The matured thinkers can pull out all riches, but for the vulnerable ones, it is a pandora’s box.

Fantastic Frienship,SuccessfulLove,Broken Love,Mistaken Love can be seperated only by a hair’s breadth, but the recoiling repurcussions can fill a mountain.

It has been an eventful journey and I am penning these views based on incidents that i have seen from close quarters.

Before you jump into conclusions thinking that this is gonna be a boring monologue from an ever common typical college student whose had a failed love chapter,hold your breadth.. I have not had any such previous experience.. and for those who may then deem me unfit to talk about this.. ” you dont necessarily have to go survive a heart attack to do a by pass surgery..!!!!”

The case of mistaken love is ever so typical of guys who have had a “boys alone” school life,with no previous exposure to attitude and behavior of girls.The first few words form the girl is sure to give him dangerous wings without gears which never guarentees a safe landing.Cinema has its share of spoils,and each action of the girl is mistaken as a green signal.Without thinking if the girl too shares similar thoughts,the guy spits out his fantasies, only to receive a blunt reply.Suddenly the world comes crashing down..

This is not for guys alone,for ladies from a “girlish” school, it is even worse for strange are the ways of few men.. as Super Star says..”When a horse(guy) falls, it is easy to rise, but not for elephants(girls), it is far more difficult..”( for all girls reading..please dont take a direct reference to the species mentioned.. it is just to emphasise my point).

Such mistaken love is like a soap bubble,hollow inside but when viewed from outside, tempts you to have a prick at it.. but when subjected to the slightest of pressures, vanishes into thin air..

Under such testing circumstances,having a true friend of the opposite sex helps.Guys benefit from having a girl who is a close friend( even elder sister) ,with whom you can talk out such issues.For a girl, it helps if you have a guy with good intentions to guide you through turbulent periods.. ( for ladies who think guys are forever bad.. u r WRONG)

The extension of the above said is broken love..which is even harder to digest.It does strange things to even the most stubborn of them. Rejection hurts.. but jus realise this mate.. rejection is not because of personality( or the lack of it) but lack of compatibility..

Broken love is like boiling milk, it stings when you touch the vessel’s bottom.. but when you allow it to cool n skim through the top,there is more clarity.

One can notice pathetic reactions..they lose interest in everything( esp things that they are good at),shun people who care for them,some get into a shell,others lay the blame square on the girl,spoiling reputations.. and the most despondent ones start hating all members of the opposite sex.

First and foremost, let us realise that falling in love is not a crime,so there is no need to feel ashamed in case of a love failure.

But what hurts is that some take to silly ways like spoiling a girl’s integrity.. for fear of getting exposed when the matter comes out in public.Clouded by desperation, they try to even impose this non existent love on the other.

If the other does not reciprocate similar emotions, what should stop us from loving her..?? If not .. is it “true” love as we want to term it??

Those havin a sister at home can empathise with the next few lines,it is a great struggle to get a girl married.. so even if we cant sing hosannas about the girl,we can atleast keep our mouths shut..

Failed love doesnt necessarily mean that you have to keep away from girls in future or begin a fresh chapter on love..

Agreed the sun is hot.. but waiting for it to set forever is foolishness .. take a hat, umbrella whatever.. but move on..

Each one of us would have experienced atleast an iota of love once in life( if you deny,then u r lying) .. Falling in love is not insensibility.. but worrying about it is..

Cinema apart,Love at first sight never happens..It takes some time to know each other,develop a good report( no offences meant .. but I am a firm beleiver in friendship turning into love)..A few more consider everything like family comaptibility etc.. before taking the plunge(Yours Truly is no exception).. Such instances have a better success rate..

Timing is Extremely important.. A Love Proposal is like curd..
too early is ineffective.. like lack of fermentation.. fit to be dumped in the kitchen sink..
A proposal too late is like spoilt curd, it leaves you with an upset tummy..
But when the timing is right, like fresh curd.. it is HEAVEN..!!!

But if you have made up your mind, then blurt out your feelings to your lady love.. as a tamil poet beautifully says “Solladha kaadhal ellam sorgathil saeradhu..!”

As i emphasise once again, FRIENDSHIP is the space ship that helps you manouvre through tough hurdles..Cocooning thoughts can only complicate matters..Open out to a trust worthy friend and you can emerge successfully out of all trials and tribulations..

To end this on positive note, for all succesful love birds..Hats Off “thalaivaas” .. looking forward to joining you soon..( Love after marriage or marriage after Love.. either way is fine ..as long as it is the same girl..!!!).To end with Ultimate Star Ajit’s words…
“Ezhunthuttom.. tho varrom..”

“Musthafa Musthafaa..”

A TRIBUTE TO CSE “B”-’03

..together do we flock, wherever we go we rock!!!…
…. dedicated to my dear mates of “cse b ‘03”…

It has been four years since the caravan started rolling
The journey has been non stop: no shoving, no jostling
Through good and bad times, we have been under one hut
Lending hands and egging each other on: we all have made the cut

Days began early, not even the rooster wakes up before us
With a perennial sleepy hangover, we board the college bus
The breakfast at the canteen can be utterly difficult to swallow
But we always discuss the same thing,” machi what hours to follow?”

Enter lecturers: pleading with us to let them have atleast a single class
Sorry madam; our interests are centered on the day’s match: who won the toss??
Eyes glued to hostel tv: oh! he picks up another wicket: curse Nathen Bracken
Seminars and record submissions can always wait: deadlines are meant to be broken

To top it all, if one was asked what an ultimate blessing would be
No second thought: if you are damn lucky, you would end up in “cse b”
Yes folks, 65 of us, have spent our days together as kith and kin
Here is a small insight for you: let the eventful journey begin

We move, eat and stay together: our friendship knows no boundary
The less fortunate envy us: to put it simple, our unity is legendary
Our terrific class room innovations would put Olympic organizers to shame
Class room cricket, football, five cards, dais tennis: ”It’s all in the game”

Rajeev Anand a.k.a Sam can stun you with his drop dead good looks
“Mr.Book” Nitin can mistake even slam diaries for syllabus books
For Ragesh, Sundar and Sukumar who stands over 6 1/2 feet
Without a proper game of cards, the day is never complete

Ram Prasad would walk in to any cricket eleven
“MB”,”Prasanna”,”Partha” :the happening guys of bus no: 37
“Self Kalai Sampath”,”M Prasanna” know a thing or two about bikes
In dais tennis Prasad, Sandeep and Ravikumar come up with telling strikes

“President”VP,”Animator” Joshua scorch the roads with amazing speed
Prakash,Uday,Venkat,Ravindar: all calm and composed indeed
“Logic”Srikanth, PremAnand, Siddharth:super gurus of programming
VinodRam, RajMohan,”SleepingHOD” Sridharan have a penchant for gaming

“Mugappair express” RB Pravin and “Irfan” Raghul lead our bowling attack
Raj Thilak can bring out a beautiful art work even with one hand tied to his back
“JT” Shrinivasaraghavan often finds Lord Yama knocking at his door
With their humour,”Library”Srikanth and Yogi can leave you rolling on the floor

Saranyan for athleticism,D Pravin for sarcasm,Prem Nath for creativity
Prem Kumar : the dancing sensation who is the epitome of sincerity
Cool as a cucumber:Vikki “The Guitar Hero” is a celebrity in his own right
Vinod’s mellifluous compositions can keep you engrossed all night

Without mentioning about my class girls, this piece would be incomplete
Putting up with wacky boys n misdirected tennis balls for so long is no mean feat
With their scores, the studious ones have made the numerator n denominator look one and the same
Dancers, Vibrant Vocalists, Amazing Writers and Veena Artists: It is a huge hall of fame

Broken lights, hammered benches would stay on to tell our story
Proud am I to be a part of “CSE B”: a tale of “glorious” glory
Decades may pass but just reminiscing about these days will make my spirits soar high
Time will move on but magic moments and golden memories will never ever die.

…….together do we flock, wherever we go we rock!!!…

Moonlight .. Pretty Mistress.. Cute Madness

The moon turns pale,jealous of your feminine lustre
On this beautiful night,the stars arranged neat in a cluster
Dream your way to sleep my love,do not twitch your brow
Heavenly love fills my heart,our love will forever grow

The mulberry bushes dance to the tune of the swishing breeze
Even a slight disturbance is unwarranted,not will i sneeze
The life gas gives a glance ,waiting for me to inhale
But it carries your fragrance dear:how can I exhale??

Crimson and orange from the evening sky texture your lips
Compasses,protractors et all can’t trace the curvature of your hips
Smooth of silk of the finest ilk would not match your comlpexion
The mirror blushes on the opaque side when it carries your reflection

What do you dream in your sleep to give that slight smile??
Perhaps you and me on a cruise ,meandering on the Nile??
Clutch your pillows as if it were me: now sleep tight
The bed legs seems to ask for more,you are ever so light

A sleeping damsel and a romantic lover:this is Lord’s abode
In myths,odes and fables: this has never been foretold
My legs ache: on the morrow i don’t know what is in store
But with you beside me: I dare not sleep:could I ask for more??

( This is the situation…The girl is gently sleeping on a romantic night.Her lover sits beside her ,admiring her beauty..

and pens this piece.. in the end he is prepared to even forgo his sleep just to savour the occasion..)