Ah Mysore!

A certain laid back charm
That cannot be resisted;
A delicious calm
that has persisted.

The authors' description
Immaculately vibrant.
To flutter rapidly,
My heart does not seem hesitant.

Maybe I'm a dumb romantic,
but I seem drawn to the idea of you, damn it.
It would be a shame if I don;t get to know you
Because, well we seem like a perfect fit..:)

The kinda people

Some people are extremely wise,
Few are capable of uttering clever lies.
There are some with a specific skill,
A special talent, if you will;
Others are just kinda nice.

Some people never stay mute,
Few avoid all dispute.
There are a few with a lovely face,
A special charm, a certain grace;
Others are just kinda cute.

Some people love with all their heart,
Few never stop once they start.
Some have an IQ of a genius,
A whiz kid about to turn devious,
Others are just kinds smart.

Some people are very neat
A few are impossible to beat.
There are some who can cause little harm,
Kindness is their only charm,
Others are just kinda sweet.

The kinda people always say,
'Extreme is not for us, okay?'
We can't be absolutes, try as we might,
Our world is not merely black and white;
We take pride in being shades of grey.

We are a bit of everything, don't you see?
Kind, nice and smart to a certain degree
So what if we don't have a single trait in abundance,
We have it all at once,
That's as great as it could be.'

To fulfill their dreams, they won't drop
everything else in a blink.
But that doesn't mean they'll let them sink;
They're hardly mediocre, even if they're not a hit,
Oh and come to think of it,
This poem is kinda good , don't you think?

Overworked and Underloved: Story of an average woman.

A buzz of activity around me
I always find myself at the centre.
People are always in constant touch,
But to the depth of my heart rarely do they enter.

'you're resourceful and skilled,
We need you', they all say.
I wonder if I get to hear
' We want you', one fine day.

I may work like a well oiled machine,
Catering to my family's every need.
Without wasting a breath I meet deadlines
So that in my career to I succeed.

It's tough being a woman,
Getting stretched in infinite ways.
But a part of me still believes
I'll get some love, maybe some space. 

Assorted mush-2

Despite all the coaxing, the old worry refuses to move,
It is one lazy feeling.
New worries will fall into the same groove,
I can forget any hope of healing.

Sometimes, life can get a certain way,
There's one task after another, you can't resist.
Some days all I seem to do
is cross off a to-do list.

This time, I won't stare at the fog
I'll try to clear it as it's nearing.
Yes, I'm still the same frog,
But the walls are slowly disappearing.

When my mind starts to overwork,
All I do is skip a meal.
'Ah! You clever girl' , my brain smirks,
now hunger is all it can feel.

Even as my unconscious plots to shatter me,
I'm sweeping feelings under the rug.
The pile gets bigger, I'm in denial,
Yes, I've caught the anxiety bug.

I want.
I want , to savour;
Life, kindly move at a slower pace.
I want, to remember;
My palms always run out of space.

I want, to be accepted;
don't mistake my apparent empty glance.
I want, to reach out,
To grab that second chance.

I want, to be present;
Engaged in the here and now.
I want, to be soothing,
Almost figured out the 'how'.

While I'm wanting these wants,
Time slips away;
Leaving me with half a moment,

To utter an inaudible 'hey'.

Assorted Mush

I'm fuzzy about a thing or two,
but I don't need a corner to hide.

Soon I'll visit the place my questions disappear to.
Then I won't be so blurry inside.

The foulness of an open drench,and the reeking garbage I can face.
I'm okay with the familiar stench, it is better than the smells I can't place.

A flood of thoughts around me,Inviting me to take a plunge.
I see ,hear and observe,Happy ,just to be a big sponge.

It's out there ,almost attainable,I need to allow life to take a new turn.
But with me it's inevitable,Soon I'll go ahead and fall into the same pattern.

Every quality exists in us ,they say.'Choosing among them is up to you.'
But my mind switches so quickly among them, Giving me a heads up is the least it can do.

There once was a time

There once was a time when power cuts at night acted like catalysts triggering bonding sessions with the family , welcomed every once in a while.It was a common tradition in our house to sit around the candle light listening to tales of Mahabharatha and Ramayana narrated by ajji or sit in the balcony overlooking the temple with cool breeze on our faces and songs on our lips. We were content just to look at the night sky, hanging out as a family.Soon it became an event to look forward to.Now with the UPS joining as an extended member of the family, power cuts are hardly noticeable let alone exciting.The lights continue to burn while the candles rot away in the drawers.

There once was a time when going to the movies thrilled us not because it was rare but because it meant more than ten people clearing their schedule to spend some quality time together. A large bag containing all types of goodies would be smuggled into the theater.the most unbelievable part ,of course, was that not a single phone would be used by any of us.. even during interval.RDB, aptamitra ,jackie,angels and demons, lifu ishtene are some of the movies I shall forever remember not because of the content but because of the company I had. Now it's been reduced to checking out a movie just because one's bored!Bah!

There once was a time when shopping , especially for clothes, was done solely during the festivals .i'm glad to say that the celebrations of festivals themselves haven't altered much in our house except for the 'acchu' preparation during 'sankranti'.This being said we are slowly losing the spirit that drove us crazy with excitement during these festivals. Nothing huge has altered ,the food is just as delicious, the decorations just as merry and the mantras just as soothing and clear but something seems amiss. 'The key to re create the magic is to continue the tradition without fail, every year, for ages to come' my mother says. I sure hope she's right.

There once was a time when ''who's up for a game of 'lock and key' or 'pillar to pillar' would be met with the same excitement as playing 'road rash' or 'hocus pocus'.We were not ready to trade an hour spent playing outdoor games to an extra hour of computer games.there was a perfect balance.It was a time when buying 'Bangalore' in 'The Business' gave you actual pride and teaming up for carrom was considered quite a serious affair. Even 'passing the message' was hilarious.
Now with people getting entangled the 'web' literally, spending hours together in solitary existence, gone is the hearty laughter only to be replaced by splitting headaches.

I was so lucky to have been born in the '90s .We truly did have the best of both worlds in our childhood.

Let's make sure that kids born in the 21st century need not solely depend on technological simulation for fun...with a word or two thrown in smugly about the good old days, of course!

Avoid the void

A scrawny little girl with her over sized bag steps on a lady's foot.It's a wonder she's still alive after the glare the latter gave her.It could have burnt anyone to ashes.A group of teenagers are talking endlessly in a corner.People around me are holding onto handles, bars even as the bus gives a jerk throwing me off balance.I mumble sheepish apologies to the people I just bumped into, plug my earphones back on and wish for a millionth time that I had a better sense of direction or driving skills.
Voila! a typical scene in a Bmtc bus. Soon, the frustration ebbed away as the soothing tune of 'the scientist'engulfed me.As the bus came to a halt in the next stop I noticed a sparrow like old lady climb in with an obvious hesitant air around her.She looked so fragile that even a slightly strong blown breeze would be enough to crumble her.She tried to hold on to one of the handles but it seemed like she was fighting a losing battle.Her struggle merely brought about indifferent glances from the haughty people seated. This made me think ..'How can the world be so hypocritical as to teach 'empathy' in classrooms and practise only unconcern in reality?It seems as if a terrible sci-fi plot of turning humans into robots has been activated. Soon all emotion would be wiped about and replaced only by indifference.An unpleasant scenario without doubt!
The only way to combat it would be to shake off the inertiatic unconcern and start 'FEELINg'.It shouldn't be hard considering that the only ammonition required is 'THE HUMAN HEART' figuratively :)

PEDO [no bhargz.. not in the way you imagine:P]

I adore kids. Infants. Toddlers. Screamy ones. Noisy ones. But especially the wide eyed cherubic ones.

I'd relive an entire day spent with my cousins Adya and Atreya without a second thought. They might be tricky little rugrats, plotting to get their own way through any means possible but that doesn't stop me from falling for their charms. Every single time.I cannot help but smile :)

• When Athreya says 'aawt duma seeTi baja', 'bunshooki','pleeju','loyal manoon thorpio' in an incredibly cute voice,when he feeds me a fistful of Alu bhujia before he eats saying 'neenu tinnu yummy na?' 
• When he sings'God's love is so wonderful!' making us have perfect faith in those words at an instant. 
• When he does a perfect imitation of quagmire's 'gigady gigady' or puts his stomach forward saying' hotte dummanna'. 
• The way his eyes sparkle the moment any vehicle passes by and goes into on spot recognition mode. 
• When he says the 'wrong' moral of the story to annoy his mom. 
• When he beats the crap out of anyone who tries to annoy girls! Espeacially Bhargi ..What chivalry! 
• When he yells Hi-Fi and holds his palm high ..! 

When he does ANYthing ..PERIOD!!
On the other hand Femme Fatale Adya makes me smile when 

• she puts her tiny fingers on the touch screen jumping from one photo to another 
• she tilts her heads completely when you say 'katthu' and gives a semi toothless smile. 
• clutches accessories with a surprisingly strong grip and refuses to let go. 
• she grunts at you with a scrunched up face when she's annoyed. 
• she gives a vocal performance every time she catches hold of a tiny thread. 
• hums along 'what the hell' with a full fledged dance. 
• walks around in the walker with super speed button turned on. 
• does 'illa' whenever anything disappears. 
• looks at everyone asking for re assurance during the time gap between the ending of a rhyme and starting of another. 
• does 'ram ram seetaram' ,'haligondu kasu','super','thaiya thaiy' and says hoova in a cute little voice and a perfect manner 

When she does ANYthing..PERIOD!!

Kids are the only source of true joy and the only hope to re kindle our innocence. Here's to viewing life in innovative ways through the eyes of little angels! CHeerS!!

three marshmallows please - no more no less

She is awake but draws the rug closer shrinking under it.Ten prolonged minutes of extended slumber is beyond awesome.Undoubtedly.She drags herself to the shower humming the first tune that pops into her head which will most likely be stuck in her head for the rest of the day.The urge to watch the antics of gloria or sheldon cooper can't be ignored now and tv blinkx is sought out.Soon her mom beckons her to leave.

The next thirty minutes are spent in trying to learn the route to college,in vain.As she steps into the campus,the recurring biter sweet feeling envelops her.She wonders why nervousness is still the most prominent feeling she can sense even after three months of college.This is followed by small talk which sometimes requires a teensy bit of effort.Social etiquette is something everyone should have the liberty to ignore now and then but you can't have your way all the time.

The window seat in the corner overlooking the lovely green tree offers some solitude.The next few hours are spent in sheer delight as her classes still haven't stopped thrilling her.The heavenly combo of lunch and literature puts her in an awfully chirpy mood.She feels overflowing love for her pals which is displayed in the afternoon session either through attempts at humour or speaking hindi which are basically the same in her case.

She now hopes the certificate course class is cancelled which is highly unlikely but roshni's parathas offer some comfort.So another two hours of principles of education which is not awful in itself but can be a test of endurance at that time of the day.vada pav or doughnuts at 6 p.m is undoubtedly the best part of the day so far.One and a half an hour of contemplation and coldplay and she's back home.Home-atlast. Exhaustion.A heart to heart session with her mom,wordplay with her brother and gobbling the snacks her dad bought results in a HUGE GRIN.Geez time for Master chef already..there is something about Masterchef that makes her eyes twinkle and her world seem perfect.
A huge yawn now directs her to bed.fan at minimum speed check.cozy reliable blanket check.hint of smile on the face check check check=)

Yes it is not bad at all to lead your life like henry the penguin. Sticking to the routine may not be thrilling but the fact that it gives you contentment can't be denied.What more can anyone want?