GOD, LIFE AND ME!

Life is no straight and easy corridor alongwhich we travel free and unhampered,

but a maze of passages,through which we must seek our way,lost and confused,

now and again checked in a blind alley.But always, if we have faith,God will open

a door for us,not perhaps one that we ourselves would ever have thought of,

but one that will ultimately prove good for us.


A.J. Cronin - Who Moved My Cheese


(Self Inspiration :P copied from my friend's blog )

Rain walk

Walking in rain
Singing with the sway,
Staring up the sky
emptying the pains of the brain


Walking in rain
Is being in love
Like the serenity of the dove
Missing not a drop to gain



Walking in rain
Drenching to the full
Hearty laughters and jokes to pull
Dripping in pure drain


Walking in the rain
All parts of the body fully shivered
With thrist unquenched
What a peace unleashed by any grain!!


Its been a passion all my life. Take me into the rain :))


-poem by sri

Corridor eppadi door varaikum pocchunu....

Seri LKG kadhaiya fasta mudichudaren.....


Then as my wailing sound's decibles increased and reached my class teacher's ears.... Not to reveal her name ... She was this fat fat woman with large scary eyes and big spectacles.... namma chandramuki villi madhiri....


The gigantic figure will pass by the whole stretch to grab me like a dirt from my mom's hand and will daily say the same thing...

"Pongo mangala mam... ongala paaka paaka than she will take advantage and be crying ... naan pathukaren .... neenga pongo... "

and then to me

"Srilakshmi... come ... its getting late"

then you will see a big climax itself. I will be shouting as if i was seeing off the wedding of my most beloved one and the teacher used to literally ... in all the sense of the word drag me down the whole big corridor and the whole place will be so noisy and then this poor kid will wait till lunch for her thatha to come and pick up...


hee hee ... thinking of all this i feel it was so good to be a kid man ! .... the world was small we were safe and innocence bloomed:)

Remnants of the word "Corridor"

As I walk down the corridor from NUH to science canteen , I was reminded of the old school days and college days.


LKG:


Unlike today (hopefully) I was a big time cry baby in LKG. I never used to talk to anybody except my mom. Amma and me used to take the bus 37G to go to K.K.Nagar and the travel journey was around half n hour. All will be well till the turning around the Pillayar kovil. I will be laughing , joking and all smiles till then . Then starts my tragedy. I knew in several moments amma was going to leave me in a dungeon and she will be off. The laughters will turn into frowns. The jokes will turn into silence.

The bus would stop near the stand and Amma will take me into the school . I love the passage into the school as we used to go through the third gate and right opposite to that will be the "Anand bakery" . Aww.... Superb smell. I am crazy after cakes (even today).
I will try to walk as slowly as possible while amma will be hurrying for signing the register before 8.10 am .

(Aside) This 8.10 am is a BIG THING in my mom's life which I have continuously affected. My mom has been my driver till 12th and all the four years of my engineering to the bus stop and never has she been able to make it before 8.10 ... lol.... because of my constant delays. And you know what .... In the past one year ... she has made to school before 8.10 all days and got some extra pay :P... The attendance register incharge makes full fun of this ... poor me !


Back to the mainstream, So amma will carry me to the office where I shall be left alone outside the principal's office amongst other gaintly humans and amma would be signing . If she returns in a relaxed pace, then she would have met her deadline else she would be making promises of starting early the next day .. lol...

Then she used to drag me back to the Dungeon entrance. There starts the drama. I will start wailing at the sight of the dungeon and my class room used to be in the other end. I will resist... to be continued

Official happy blog!

This blog is dedicated to the happiness I find everyday and a blog for my short stories and poems . I promise loads of fun and to present all the happy rhythms of this vetti mind from the great "Sri vetti collefe of engineering":P