Tales from a Keralite Aquarius

The mountains are calling After the leaves are done falling The sun, now a lazy late riser And humans awaiting to be wiser. The pain will burn where the cuts are deep. Let the cool misty wind help thy sorrow weep. And allow your soul to believe in more Of the happiness that comes along, long after the sore. Your bones will hurt from the bruises past. But move on the journey, quick and fast. The sky may seem all dark and bleek. But the stars will guide you to the mountain peek. The roads will be rocky and broken in bits Yet the path ahead of you, unmistaken it is. The journey ahead is a steep uphill With not many alot refreshing refill Along with it goes tiring exhaustion Hand in hand comes complete satisfaction. The start may seem uncertain and shaken Yet the rest will keep you forever enlightened. The mountains are calling After the leaves are done falling You must go on The journey must carry on.

*This goes in the same tune as that of its original from 'The Sound of Music', yet, the lyrics have been changed and adapted to my liking. Do enjoy!* Multi-coloured gel pens, and pointed lead pencils, Dipped paint brushes and some pure white canvases Shiny glossy paper and a spark from within These are a few of my favourite things. Hot strong coffee and some grilled mayo sandwich Rainy cozy day with a book and hot chocolate Cooking and laughing with Amma beside These are a few of my favourite things. Loose comfy tees and flip flops for casuals A sparkling pretty eye and a big smile are usuals Jhumkas and kurtas and tiny bindhis These are a few of my favourite things. A lil kids big smile and the love of our loved ones A clean tidy desk and a room that's spick'n'span Neat folded clothes and some peace from within These are a few of my favourite things. Tris and Elizabeth with Four and Mr.Darcy Salander, Micheal, Harry, Ron and Hermione ...

Tanya woke to her mother's usual rant. " Wake up! Wake up! You are going to miss the bus! Sleeping for more than eight hours everyday. You know, when I was your age, I used to get up at 5 in the morning and do all the work. And then look at you? Sleeping? Urgh! My goodness!  Have I given birth to female Kumbhkarni or what?! Get up. Stop testing my temper early in the morning itself Tanya. This is the last and final time." Now, this was not something new to Tanya. She was made to hear this same old tale everyday, and in a sense, this had turned into a form of alarm for her every morning. She opened her eyes and saw that it was 20 minutes less than the time, her mother had threatened her with.  "Pfft. And they tell us not to lie." She grumply got up from her comfortable position of rest and slid her hand under her pillow. Her phone. Tanya opened the few messages she had received through last night. One was from her friend Indirani. A typical chain...

The new friend As she walked into the room Where the noise seemed to bloom And silence, its absence felt With it her confidence melt The eyes preyed on hard Making it much more bad The talking made it worse And she wished she could reverse But her path was already paved With it, her history engraved As she walked more ahead Falling lower was her head She walked on till the end The farthest her body send And waited for a friend Who would put the misery to an end And then he came along Slowly and alone But when their eyes had met She knew that this was her bet They sat alone together Her words and his their world Where a look was all it took To get each other hooked The people spoke about it They said it bit by bit But they didn't come between Or save her from his reach And hence, from that day on The sun did rise and fall Her interactions in the same way Her feelings never did sway He was hers And she was his And together they were one She had mad...

She turned back to see what the sound was. It turned out to be another one of the loud teenager gangs, enjoying on their new found freedom, right after the final school bell had rung. She sighed to herself and walked on. She had had such days as well. As a young carefree teenager. Those days spent walking on the skywalk. Walking with Mithun. Laughing. Joking. And here she was now, on the crowded skywalk. Isolated. Alone. ~ She thought about how she was going to approach him about it. He was already hurt and she had no intention to hurt him more. She couldn't nag him. A wrong approach and their entire friendship would be on hold. She couldn't ask anyone else either. That was the thing with gossip. Everybody said around 5% of the truth mixed with 40% of their imagination, 25% of what had heard from thin air, 20% of their opinion and 10% what they would have done if it happened to them. It was finally on a sunny afternoon,  when they were silently walking back that Tanya final...

"Pudhila station Matunga." "Agla station Matunga" "Next station Matunga". The monotonous voice repeated these lines in her head. Matunga station. The skywalk lead them to Matunga station. Over the years of their friendship, they had walked through the skywalk an infinite number of times. The skywalk was build above the broken and potholed roads of Matunga, the South Indian hub of Mumbai. So naturally, it was a favourite for the two Mallus in them. Mithun Krishnan, short, dark and athletic from Thiruvananthapuram and Tanya Mathew, lanky, tanned and pimply from Kochi. Together they had walked above the roads, where vendors offered to sell allo and bindhi at "sabse kam price". Above the streets of crispy frankies and "kadak" dosas. Above the stock of fresh fragrant flowers, waiting to be offered to the Gods. Above the strong irresistible smell of purely ground decotion coffee. Above the innumerous stores selling from Lehangas to small ...

She stood alone on the skywalk. It was peak hour and people kept walking past her. Some abusing, many ignoring, almost all rushing. And yet, she didn't care. She closed her eyes, and opened her arms. She raised her head, her eyes still shut, and smiled. He would be happy she thought.  He would be proud. She knew it was insane, but this was her only way to feel him again. To know he was there. To be in touch with him. And unlike him, she was going to keep this alive. No matter what.  She first saw him in 7th grade. They didn't talk to each other for the first few weeks. They were strangers and they had no intention to change that what-so-ever. They first met at the skywalk.  No it wasn't love at first sight. They were never in love.  What existed between them was much more than that. It was friendship at a whole new level. It was a friendship at a whole new level that people often mistook for love.  But they knew the truth and that was all that mattered.  ...

*Note:- This will only be understood by those who know this person or have watched her movies. Do a bit and atleast read about her on wiki. Trust me you will not be disappointed.  And if you can watch her movies,  believe me, you will thank me for this favour. * Dearest Anjali Menon, First let me say the important part. Thank you for creating such a beautiful movie.  Something everyone can watch. Thank you Anwar Rasheed. Thank you Sameer Thahir. Thank you team Bangalore Days. Thank you for giving us Divya and Aju and Kuttan. Thank you for making us think just the way Sarah wanted us to. Thank you for showing us a beautiful relationship through both, Natasha and Shiva and Das and Divya.  For Michelle and Meenakshi and Antakshari. Thank you for Bangalore Days.  I have been a big fan of your movies since Happy Journey. I loved every bit of Manjadikuru. Ustad Hotel made me love you more and Bangalore Days was icing on the cake or more like icing on the love....

"Not Sambhar again. Oh, Amma but why? You always keep making things that only Chettan likes. Why are you so partial? ". I wailed at my mother that day. Yes, she had prepared a dish that even I liked, but at the nasty moment, all that I cared about was how she kept making Sambhar thrice a week. Right, so we are South Indians, but hey, there is a limit to this right? Four different dishes were prepared and kept in front of my brother and me. It consisted of dishes that we mutually and individually liked. My mother smiled silently and kept mum. I continued to wail, about how she had all the time but did nothing. She chose to ignore those tears as she walked ahead to do her other chores. ~ The scene flashed before my eye. It was crystal clear on my mind as I paced from one end of the kitchen to the other. I was 16 and my Grandmother had decided that it was high time I learned to manage the kitchen on my own. In her own words to my mother, "2 years and this girl will j...

To those who may have read or scrolled down, might have seen my last post, where I expressed my views on the very partial views of the society these days. Since I was out of time last time, I did not add an interesting conversation I had with an auntyji. No more babbling. Moving to the conversation. *NOTE- Pardon the Hindi words used between. I have just tried to keep it as authentic as possible.* ********************************************************************************* Auntyji - Acha, beta, so you are done with 10th na. Abhi tho you are a big girl. *sly smile* Have you decided which coaching center you are going to. Rao ya Sinhal? Me- Actually, aunty, wo na.... I am... Auntyji - *Interrupts me mid sentence*Engineering ke liye VIT ya NIT? See, VIT has good placement offers. Wo na, Pinkyji's eldest daughter, she is in VIT. She is a nice girl. she got a good job at Cognizant. VIT graduate hai. Her other daughter, Design or something. Stupid girl.. Haan so what abou...

So, I am done with my 10th. Board exams are over. They got over like a month back, and I did like a hundred things in that time and you know I even went to Kerala and... oops. Sorry. Won't jump from my topic. So like I said, I am done with 10th and I need new admission to a junior college? Why junior college? Because my dad said college was gonna be different and fun. That it was going to give me a whole new perspective to the way I see stuff. Okay. Sounds cool till now? But, here is the thing. There is another issue. Very few, and I mean very few colleges are giving students a chance to do humanities. Like my ex-school said, " Beta, aap engineer ya doctor banao na? History padke kya ho jayega? ( Child, be an engineer or a doctor? What will you get from studying History?" ) Self satisfaction? Happiness of pursuing my true interest? Aren't they important anymore? Have humans turned so mechanical that all they care about is of engineering and doctorates? Of a 7 point o...

Aquarius Woman. Aah. She is a paradox.  She is faithful. Yet detached. She is committed. Yet relaxed. She loves everyone. Yet no one. She is sociable. Yet a loner. She is gentle. Yet tough. She is passionate. Yet can be platonic. In short, she is predictable in her unpredictability. She is an Aquarius Woman.  Being an Aquarius is something I am very proud of. And it was this one very feature in me which made me start a blog with such a name. We are free spirited. We usually love people with a free mind. Yet we need our space. We can store secrets very well, and generally mange to get along with people very well. Yet fussy, boring people and show offs can make us very irritated. We are Aquarians. Perhaps, during a time when I was seeing only the worst in me, I guess it were these few features of Aquarian's which managed to bring a smile back on my face. There were so many people like this in this world. Why should I care? And like it is said, many a times all we huma...

Hi there. Hello to all. I am a Keralite Aquarius Girl and I am here to open up a bit about myself. Something sort of like a journey of self discovery, yet the only difference is that I am doing it with the help of the internet and not travelling to those many places like those lucky heroines in those wonderful rom-coms. Like all Aquarian's, I too am a paradox. AND being a teenager does not help that one bit. It actually makes it worse. So, I'm sort of done with the terrible crying sessions and  questions on who I am and what I like. And that is the reason I am here. I am going to pour out a few of those feelings, and if there be any concerned citizen out there, who wishes to help (with any advice other than " talk to your parents girl" ) post a comment, or a suggestion. I could probably use a bit of help. And no. please do not run away thinking that this be a crying session for me to discuss my many problems. I am a vivid reader, creativity loving person and love ...