The blog speaks…

People shouldn’t create blogs just for the sake of it. My friends talk about various thoughts their masters put into them. I feel indignant towards Blogger for placing me in the hands of such an ASS! I’ve heard he already wasted the life of a blog prior to my birth and now my turn. What wrong have I done… I recently came to know that he is planning to kill me too and created two more blogs … hope he learns a lesson and treats them well. Good bye people. I will certainly miss the company of my great friends in this world of Blogger. Though he maltreated me, he is my creator, so I bade a mournful bye to him too…

My sisters,

http://www.filecalledlife.wordpress.com/

http://www.ifyousayso.wordpress.com/

Good bye friends, Hope you all prosper with good posts and wish goodluck to your creators too…

Chaaya

It was two days back that I was reminded I had a weblog by a 12 year boy who cleans the tables in our institute cafeteria.So this post is a standing ovation to all such brave hearts out there who have done no sin to live such a life but still continue with the hope that He cant be so foolish to put him/her here for no reason.
It was 5 in the evening when the newspaper boy brought in that day’s newspaper (the news paper out here comes in at that time because our college is quite far from a proper town). He is around 13 years old and works for a contractor in distributing the papers in our hostels. He called out “bhaiyya!” with a sweet girlish voice and a naive grin on his face and put the bill in my hand. But then suddenly from behind him, his little sister appeared and told him that she had to pay her school fees. Then he immediately went to his employer, that newspaper supplier who was collecting money from some other room and asked him his pay. I couldn’t believe my eyes…!!! It was this THIRTEEN year old boy who gave up his studies for the sake of his and his sister’s living and his sister’s education.
This incident provoked me and woke me, If a thirteen year old boy could do it then why cant I.
So my determination of establishing “Chaaya”(-the present sheltering the future) became nothing but Stronger.!!

So All the Best to me and my friends Punch, 9, Voodoo, and UC.

Expectations…

I once in the corner of my bed with my mouth organ
held by my hands over my temple wondered…
“nenu enduku puttaanu?..why was i born ?
I could imagine the mocking smile
that my mirror image would throw back at me…
but atleast for once i wanted to think over it earnestly.

It was the marshy month of August…
When my mother first held me in her soft arms
with tears rolling down her cheeks,
she imagined herself looking into the eyes
of one of the greatest beings this planet has ever seen.

When I was handed over to my strained father
by the nurse in the waiting hall he kissed me
and gave a warm hug
I could see the sparkle in the corner of his eye
his expectations leaping all bounds
but with a small fear in some corner of his brain
about my abilities to handle life.

Three years passed by

My parents’ expectations grew nothing but stronger.
This time it was sunny season of June
when a completely new character stepped into my Life
When my father after his sweet kiss and hug
put her into my hands,
I could sense the awe in her benign smile,
she was expecting me to become her source of inspiration.

My mother’s tear drop on my forehead…
My father’s warmest hug…
My sister’s naive smile…
always remind me of the point
that I have someone to answer to, about my deeds and actions

Today when I look back into my life,
failure is the only thing i can see.
What have I done to live upto their expectations.
Nothing Nothing Nothing and only Nothing.

Tears are running down my cheek,I cant stop them,
but I know that weeping is not the answer.
Today, I have to make a promise that
every action I do will have a component pointing
in the direction of their expectations.

I dedicate my first post to

Haricharan my first-best pal at coll who though is not with us anymore, is with us.
Hari,I am answerable to you if I break that promise of mine.

 

                                                                  

Robert Frost once said…

“Woods are lovely dark and deep,

but I have promises to keep.

Miles and miles to go before I sleep.” 

 

Expectations…

I remember the words once said by Robert Frost:

“Woods are lovely dark and deep,
but I have promises to keep.
Miles and Miles to go
before I sleep.”

I once in the corner of my bed with my mouth organ
held by my hands over my temple wondered…
“nenu enduku puttaanu?..why was i born ?
I could imagine the mocking smile
that my mirror image would throw back at me…
but atleast for once i wanted to think over it earnestly.

It was the marshy month of August…
When my mother first held me in her soft arms
with tears rolling down her cheeks,
she imagined herself looking into the eyes
of one of the greatest beings this planet has ever seen.

When I was handed over to my strained father
by the nurse in the waiting hall he kissed me
and gave a warm hug
I could see the sparkle in the corner of his eye
his expectations leaping all bounds
but with a small fear in some corner of his brain
about my abilities to handle life.

Three years passed by

My parents’ expectations grew nothing but stronger.
This time it was sunny season of June
when a completely new character stepped into my Life
When my father after his sweet kiss and hug
put her into my hands,
I could sense the awe in her benign smile,
she was expecting me to become her source of inspiration.

My mother’s tear drop on my forehead…
My father’s warmest hug…
My sister’s naive smile…
always remind me of the point
that I have someone to answer to, about my deeds and actions

Today when I look back into my life,
failure is the only thing i can see.
What have I done to live upto their expectations.
Nothing Nothing Nothing and only Nothing.

Tears are running down my cheek,I cant stop them,
but I know that weeping is not the answer.
Today,I have to make a promise that
every action I do will have a component pointing
in the direction of their expectations.

I dedicate my first post to Haricharan my first-best pal at coll who though is not with us anymore, is with us. Hari,I am answerable to you if I break that promise of mine.