mY LoVe

Oh my dear,
I always feel helpless when you are not near.

I still remember your scream,
Which one day made me to drop my ice cream.
And I remember those journeys in bus,
When u made me tickle and giggle.

Sometimes you helped me out of bad situations,
Though most of the time you got me into trouble.
But I still liked you,
Coz you were equal with my friends and foes.

You body was great while you made many faces,
And you responded great when I touched you at the right places.
When you were in the mood,
You would go down lazy and even sick,
And I would understand it’s the time for my trick.

I carried you to my room,
And even with our dresses on,
I would still perform.
You gleamed bright,
When I inserted you tight.

As our happy times flew by,
One fine day she passed by.
I found her too irresistible,
And considered you as untouchable.

So my dear,
I sold you for New Year,
And made her mine.

Now sometimes when I touch her,
She doesn’t responds properly and gives me more trouble,
And makes me feel that we were the best couple.

Oh my dear cell phone,
I am awaiting to hear your ring tone.

ANYONE GET ME A CHRONOMETER PLZ...

I am surprised and astonished to look back at my past and to compare it with the present. I still remember those very early ages of school days where all my relatives get around and prepare me for the school in morning. Aunts giving me bath and dressing up, breakfast from mom, dad polishing my shoes and checking my bag; the whole world seemed to operate around me. After these, I walked to school with a crying face. Seeing that my mom will console me with a candy and telling me “Don’t eat that in class”. Most of the forenoon I always kept watching my shirt pocket containing the candy instead looking at the teacher and finally sharing it with the girl sitting next to me. Coming back from school it was all fun in home playing with toys and neighbours.

As I got into higher grades, school became a second home for me. Though my school had (and still has) only two buildings without playground, I considered it as the best school in my locality. I and my friends used to come half an hour before the first bell and we used to play in classrooms. Not to mention those paper balls and notebook bats. The classes too were fun-filled. Everyday atleast one of my close friends used to get beatings from the teacher and the others used to laugh. When the final bell rang we left the classrooms like horses off the blocks. Though time taking for walking from school to home is around 10 minutes we would reach our homes in 30 minutes slowly strolling the streets and making fun of each other. After school we would go around all friends’ home or we would play cricket in the beach. Not to mention the tuitions which we undertook, this was basically to see other class girls and other school girls.

That being the case in schools, my college years turned out to be more heavenly. Home became my second residence, college being the first one. I found no difficulty in college studies, though people used to say engineering is a tough one to study. I had the best of my life during college. Many philosophies, theories and rules of various relationships were defined in those 4 years. I also got to know about many jargons such as CUT COPY PASTE, GPT, mass bunk, cup, kadalai & bucket etc. etc. Techniques and skills such as copying in exam, bit paper, passing the answer sheet, copying and stealing assignments, sleeping in class without being noticed, giving proxy attendance etc etc were practiced and mastered. Final years were more thrilling with events such as projects (for most of which we cooked up the data and documents) and placement activities (where we shared the best shirts, tie and shoes of each others). Activities likes Industrial visit, night stay at friends’, birthday treats, technical and cultural festival also made a mark in my college life and personal life and brought a lot of good things out of me.

Coming to the present, I see that I have fulfilled my parents’ wish of getting a job for the cause of which they have worked hard and sacrificed their personal wishes. But analyzing the present ‘me’ if a find normal stereotype person who just gets up in the morning goes to office and comes back home and sleeps. I find that I have lost my flair, my zeal, and my aim of life. Nowadays I get so called inspirational good morning mails instead of candies as in childhood days to cheer me up and good bye or happy weekend mails from friends. But these things don’t make me motivated or happy as like a pat or hug from friend, or a ‘bye da machi’. I wish the imagination of H.G.Wells had been made to reality so that I can go back to those beautiful times. But as of now I don’t have the luck. Hope someone invents time machine before I die.