Dream boy

was on my way back from college in a bus which seemed rickety for no good reason until i nearly fell down just to my surprise to be grabbed by an arm which seemed like crafted out of sandal wood. An unknown amount of electromagnetic current passed through me defying faradays laws.his palms were so soft that even rose petals would envy.with an irresistible urge my eyes made a contact with those bright beady blackberry floating in the middle of a milky ocean ,whose beauty subdued even that of moons.A feeling that seemed potted for years together started outpouring to eventually cause floods that carried me away before i could see his face properly.
Argh..why cant dreams be complete??But its ok if after all, they were meant to continue in real !

raining dreams!!

it was a gloomy rainy afternoon and a half n hour wait for the physics period to get over.no one was in a mood to listen to the laws of physics.many were either sleeping cozily or were waiting for the bell to pave a way to the most favourite hour of the day "THE LUNCH HOUR".but unfortunately ,the clock was annoyingly slow .guess,even it was lazy to tick.half n hour seemed like half my life and all i could hear was the music of my grumbling stomach.Akin to a thirsty traveler having hallucinations of spotting an oasis in the middle of the desert,my eyes were deceiving me.a pair of concentric circles in three dimension seemed like 'medhu vadai' and schematic diagram of a fiber optic cable looked like 'finger chips'.my hunger was driving my imagination so crazy that even the lecturers bobtail (hairstyle) seemed like a burnt bun ,though wouldn't feel like eating one.
after minutes which seemed like ages,the siren went.yup,the same way it is in jail!
the class which was as silent as a grave yard,sprang to life.every one were running out of the room like as if it was on fire,but actually i surmise that it was their stomachs.the kilometers that separated our class rooms from the mess halls passed off as centimeters .Alas,my dream of having the soft crispy medhu vadai came true with added surprises in the form of sambar and green chattney .As my hand caressed its texture and closed my eyes to get a pleasurable whiff of the sumptuous thing.Some grumpy voice interrupted me and to my dismay ,my eyes opened to witness a women .who i initially thought had come to serve a decoction coffee but later found out that she was my professor who entrusted me with a detention copy for sleeping during class hours! luckily i didn't ask for anything extra stong!!

The19-20 attitude

life at 19-20 is all mixed up ,just the way our IPL 20-20s are.More cool than ever before,not caring about keeping up with toppers,seeing life the way i feel it should be seen.sometimes it sounds like am way far away from the serious image people taught i had.stopped taking the so called advice that teachers give in the manner of scoldings.instead started giving silly answers to their questions in my mind and then as always end up laughing out of control.
barefacedly admitting that i have had many a crush and just one love ,happily one sided is now kind of a regime.Giving hypocritical guidance to friends when they have heart breaks though mostly dealing with teenage love has become a part of my day to day activities and this is seen by many outsiders of my college life as a gifted quality to become a HR.
crazy burgers!!
speaking of which,reminds me my new found fondness for vivek and vadivel comedies.most of the interesting or funny conversations i have, will never be devoid of their insipid dialogues which somehow seems inspiring and funny to many.Even if u are a Shakespeare you are supposed to speak the butler english ,if u dont you are tagged PETER.And so was i!before u ponder over what i just said,let me clearly confirm that i am no where related to the former.
I still dont posses the swagger of a college kid ,the moment i start worrying about results and studies or i have a book in my hand ,even if i were just holding it ,peers start giving a stare that makes one feel that she is a UFO, who descended from pluto.
To top all this is my worrying diet,which is so fickle that i always end up eating at the delicious veg row at college ,adding anxiety the calorie way.three continues days of diet row causes the transformation of becoming the attractive girl of future to a college kid with the spirit that's unheeding to grab some guys gaze. Then one fine day results come and again i am the NERD of nerds for just a week.After which the spring loosens up to unleash its laziness and vigor to be called "hey ur Cool!"

superstition unplugged!!

how caring can a mom get?? well in my case its too much.i better be careful and make it clear that am not complaining ,but just complimenting . praise lord ,praise moms!!
hailing from a highly cultural society ,we Indians believe in everything.there is no need for the scientists to find out anti-matter to prove the fact that there exists both angels and demons in this world,as we Indians knew it long back even before formulating a hypothesis for the same.
"so what? what has it to do with ur mom ?" would be the question u might be asking.well ,what i am trying to complain is the superstitious nature ,which our ancestors have imbibed in her.its a very common case all over India.
it would really sound ludicrous.u sneeze or suffer from sudden dry cough or even have hiccups ,they will all blame it on our pitiable grandparents in the heaven for blessing and thinking about us.but we alone will know that it wasn't our grandpa or granny ,but a stealthy drench when it was rainy.leave alone that,
call it karma? crows are always in the good books of superstition for whatever unintended act they do.even if it shouts like an obnoxious mad one,people get excited that they will have guests ,instead of shooing it away for disturbing their kids (who are studying sincerely!) ;)
but the most worrisome and enviable part would be when they make umpteen number of sumptuous dishes to serve the crows, when humans get served only hastily strewn dishes even on their birthdays.i know that this is very common,and many out there are showering their empathy in this regard.
but not many would have endured what i did.one day i accidentally disclosed to my mom that i had a nightmare obviously while i was sleeping.having discussed with all the chief CBI officers(grannies from my whole neighborhood),ultimately the case was closed by zeroing down upon the main terror suspect- "the evil spirit". from then on getting up every morning has become a nightmare for me,to find out broomsticks and slippers right besides the bed.The very first time i witnessed this,i really thought that i had developed a sleep-walking habit and thus ended up sleeping in the store room.little did i know that it was only the usual bedroom.not just my bedroom,even my forehead was adorned with vermilion and holy-ash makeup.happy that it atleast stopped with that!
so closing message to Gen-next from a sleepless citizen-
shun the superstition and get some life!!