Tag Archives: 2010

[Year 2010]~For an end…to a new beginning! :)

I’m not a good writer. I cannot write farewell notes. How much ever I try to, I fail. Yet I try again, and keep trying. Ever since I’ve known, I love to scribble. To me, pen is actually mightier than the sword – especially the ink-pen. 

Long before blogs provided a steady platform to write down my thoughts on, there were those newspapers, notepads and even currency-notes to encourage the urge that used to take over when armed with a pen in hand.

As years pass by, we are supposedly expected to grow up and even. I happened to grow odd.

As a teen, the fresh early morning newspapers had to be scribbled upon. Dad tried his best to put an end to it all by screaming, yelling and maybe by even performing a homely lathi-charge only to have finally made me understand that the max I could do was scribble my name on it, just once. I did just that- but on every page, and loved the sunday edition that contained the maximum no. of pages.

Currency notes came handy when I was considered grown-up to handle those on my own. I’m still waiting for the notes of Rs.10 denominations with scribblings such as “What will be our worth, when we next meet?” and “003: The name is Ram, SreeRam” to hit back at me! 

With maturity creeping in, neighbors walls (I didn’t risk doing it on our wall) and classmates’ backs were decorated.

Engineering exams were loved for they like now, had no limitations on the additional answer sheets being provided. I wrote answers; the ones I knew and the ones I had no clue about, with the passion that knew no difference. 

At office, I love the whiteboard at my cubicle. But mostly I keep it clean to curtain my insanity. 😉 However, the endless supply of “waste” (printed one side) papers that I get is enough to satiate my scribble-urge.

At home, there’s the online wall on Facebook. The best thing about it is that there are people whom we know as friends, who happen to read the scribbled thought and like/respond as well. They have no option but to ‘like’ it or keep quiet and click on. 

With 3 being my lucky number, 2010 was assumed to be MY YEAR and I guess the thought process worked overtime to make that happen – the very essence of “The Secret” – the year fine-tuned itself beautifully in my favor. However I didn’t ask for anything more than what I thought I deserved and I cribbled considerably less too. When it came to scribbling around, the year was no different but I feel that my writings channelized around ONE thing in the last two quarters.  Direction-less imaginations gave way to factual happenings, the result of which the journey down the poetic lane was taken less than the usual.

As for my scribbles over here, I’ve to thank my commenters & readers –  Yes, each and every one of you – for sticking by me encouraging throughout, we know one another or not. THANK YOU.  Any feedback/suggestion – say it loud in the comment section!! 🙂

2011 is round the corner and I’d assume 4 to be my lucky number this time around. It’s the thought that matters.
Do give ‘the secret’ within you a WILD CHANCE and be surprised. The least you can do is think of 4 as your lucky number, and thereby make 2011 all yours. So CHEERS, to a new beginning. 🙂

As for me – I’m not a good writer, for I cannot write farewell notes. Hmm…


Posted by on December 28, 2010 in I~do~such~things, Thoughts


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[PhotoVerse]~A November to Remember…

Hand in hand, One step at a time…
Around the sacred flame, in an imaginary line…

A long way to go, of what started this November…
A companion so lovely and a walk to remember…

Photographed by: My Sis
Camera: My Nikon D5000
Post processing: By me using Picasa 3.0
Shot on: November 14 2010


Posted by on December 9, 2010 in Pics, poetry


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[V-Day Carnival]~Oooo…Aaaa….Ouch!! ;)

Tomorrow is the day for all those who are in love…to talk love, share love, make love….and also for the Mutaliks in the world, to go against it by doing all kind of tactics they did last year till they were forced to wear pink chaddis instead of orange bandanas…

This year there seems to be no news (so far – touch Shakira – wherever, whenever, whoever, so on) from the fanatics who would do anything to get some good publicity. Shiv sena is sitting quiet too…maybe tiger Bala read my unposted letter which I didnt send it to him, out of love ofcourse. 😀

I really wonder if the sena’s think like how the medieval kings of England used to think…I mean, do these modern political honchos expect people (of a democratic country) to ask permission before they emote love and do stuff ? 🙄 Cut to flashback, and it is said that people in UK (I didn’t find the link…try wiki) had to ask permission from their kings to extend their families (Fornification Under Consent of King) and that is how the famous, most commonly used, considered-vulgar-by-most, 4-letter word came into existence.

By the way I got my new Indi Ranking…its gone down by 5 places…but then dunno if its a co-incidence or a valentine gift…am now ranked at position 69!! Love is in the making! 😉

On the Internal blogs, with a bunch of other folks I’m hosting the V-Day Carnival. Its already into its 6th day today and we have received 100+ entries from about 60 unique bloggers. Its on till the end of this month. Meghana is one prolific participant over there and no wonder, she is hosting the same V-Day Carnival out here externally. So what are you doing here? Go there and participate!! 😉

PS: In the pic is my favorite, Jenny Love Howwzit…people all around the world, though know her as Jennifer Love Hewwit. 🙂


Posted by on February 13, 2010 in Imaginative Bakwaas, I~do~such~things


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Untitled – Why should all poems be titled?? This poem does not conform to usual standards…!!

The below six stanzas of poetry(???), I had scribbled in my cell phone editor mostly while travelling on train between Chennai and Bangalore in maybe 6-8 or more different journeys. Not knowing when, how and why to post it, I had just let it be in my cell phone drafts. And then two days back Megs (I call her Tigrrrrrrrrrr 😛 ) tagged me to a meme where it was required to post abstract poetry…each para not necessarily having any relation with each other. Wow!! Yay!! 🙂
That helped me give life to my otherwise caged-in-the-cell-phone, set of 24 lines…!! 😉 Thanks to Tigrrrrr, here I release those lines in your verandah of a mind.  

Btw, I’d like to thank all my readers and commenters for visiting this blog and encouraging me to carry on. I’m happy to convey that due to each of your constant visits, comments and support, the ranking of this blog has jumped 8 places up to #74!! 🙂 Three cheers to all of you and heartfelt thanks once again!! 🙂


I was falling apart…
Barely breathing with a broken heart….
It was you who took me in…
Is this a sign, for a life to begin…?

Life’s all about give and take…
There are lots of promises that we make…
We get to see happiness and pain, together somehow…
As once in life atleast, we are sure to fall in love…

In my sleep, well past midnight I saw her in my dream…
There we were choosing, the flavour of icecream….
I chose butterscotch while she ordered chocolate…
I had this feeling that she was just the perfect date!

All that binds us to one another is love…
Through thick and thin, every then and now…
To make it work, we undergo a lots of emotions…
It does pain, a lot when it ends in chaotic commotions…

Why don’t we get all that we ever dream?
Frustrated and unhappy, in whisper we scream…
Though we have eachother to offer our shoulders…
Yet why do even minor hurdles seem to us like mighty boulders..

You shine like a diamond in the sky…
Can I just hold you, close by?
With you by my side, time just does fly…
Stay forever beside me or just let me die…


Whoever is interested can take up this meme…But I’ll be tagging Amrita, Nayna and Raji.

Simple rules to this meme:

>The TITLE of the post should be the same as above!!!
> The tags should include poem-with-no-title 
> The poem should preferably be just random thoughts and abstract-ish


Posted by on January 7, 2010 in Imaginative Bakwaas, poetry


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