No or Yes ! Which wins??

She said ‘No’… in an insolent tone and rushed on her way.

That was a new forte taken form that day!
Till now, she pretended not to understand… pretended not to hear… but all in vain.
She had to take the decision to Say ‘No’ ..
She had to summon the courage in her to say ‘No’ finally…

She went along her way. Looked for her seat and settled finally...The compartment seemed deserted..there were twenty more minutes for the train to leave. She thought people might come in the last few minutes. Unusually, she disliked being alone.

Her memory rolled back to a few minutes before. She heard the question again… Her response sounded bold. Saying No was an art by itself. One needs lot of courage to deny with a plain ‘NO’.. She was always straight forward with a cut and right attitude, but when it comes to relations, she was little reluctant to say a straight forward ‘ NO’.. because she knows “A 'No' is a hard thing to say, and even harder to hear!”.She did not want the hearer to face it.

That’s the reason she had been delaying this NO for so long. But today, she wanted the drama to get over.. the screen had to roll down. She thought ‘No’ was a finality. It would end things.

He was not taken aback. He knew this would happen. Probably, he had all his courage summoned to hear this ‘NO’ ..For him, No was an art of escapism. Yes was a doorsill. For him, one needs a lot of courage to say ‘Yes’.
He was not discouraged, he knew he could catch anyone who escapes. That was his Forte.

‘Tea tea…’ She heard, ‘Oru Tea’ ..People had come …She didn’t notice in all her thoughts.

The train departed…
She was happy , she thought the curtain is down. A wave of relief washed over her..

He was happy. The curtain will be rolled up once again… he will hear an YES sooner or later….

YES or NO …which will win ? A storm around!

And now God is more couragoeus…
He will answer both YES and NO…

Another Rambling!!

My silence was awkward…. Words when spelt took form only as an outburst of anger…. Who I am angry with? Why am I? Why should I be? Why do external factors pierce my reign? As typical ... Too many questions…

‘Each Chapter of life has to be closed, before a new chapter begins!! ’ Read it in a blog….

I was not taken aback, just shaken.
Sometimes the hardest punches in life take some time to sink in to the pit of your gut, only after which you think of emoting at all. As for that moment, I was just stoic about it….but then... it manifested in my mind …and gave too much thought to it…

Relationships…are they chapters of life? Am I closing each chapter as soon as I finish reading it? If I am … why am I doing so? If I am not, why am I understood to be so? Should I dig the case to find out why it is and why is it not?

While we run around with a heat of hope each day, we fail to pause and attend to few things…which might mean lots to others. Not that we don’t want to…just that we don’t realize that such things can make a difference.

I realized, somebody needs me, despite being me...
They are afraid if I may treat them as chapters of life…
They need my presence in their lives to be shown, whenever I get a chance to do so… So just concluded ‘Take care when it matters…’

If this is the side of the coin which has caught my attention so much…. What about the other side…? Am I expecting something from them too? Am I remembered enough? Am I shown that they love me enough? I really don’t know… But I hardly expect… rather it never happens! But then... I m often charged for forgetting people (which doesn’t actually happen) … Then will not a question arise, when was I remembered and cared for??

Mm…enugh! I have thought too much! Anger rules me… I want to pacify myself! What do I do? Share with someone? Shout at someone? Shout at myself?
No… I write…

Poetry, though it has nearly zero practical use is what makes language beautiful, life less painful.

John F kennedy says!!
"When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses."

So am I cleaned now??? I have to be… that’s the better option of life JJJ

Words in silence!

What emerges out of u when u r silent …..
Better than what it does when u speak?
Yep!
When u feel lost …. When u feel Ur silence is listened!
Silence speaks more than wat it does usually!
Thinking hours together for carefully choosing words…
But end up in silent transactions of purity!
Languages seem distant… Memory struggles to create words!
Thoughts run in full speed…..
Without knowing never will it take verbal stability!
Those moments are classy too!
Someone understands Ur silence!

There…u will feel love! :)

Evening

Sun dips as if forever…
Waves rise in excitement!
The large sky spreads out in aesthetic colors!
Moon comes in with unhidden glee!
Birds retreat as nestling calls!
Heart spreads a smile across my face!!

Walking along racing time…
Darkness descends without evening shows!
Only to see our shadows end in the cozy bed!
Thoughts zero down, with emotions unexpressed…
Somewhere half asleep…half lost…
I murmur…Ma… ‘How I would love to see the evening sky’


P.S: My thots betray me… I can barely feel the world around... My cubicle swallows my life!
Am I in the right place?

The above is one confused rambling in the pursuit to find ‘To be or not to be????’

English as a language

It isn’t always easy to convey exclusive ethnic sensibilities in an alien language, however intimate we have become with it.Sixty years after independence ,we are still experimenting, still digging ,still discovering…………..

-- Shreekumar Varma in The Hindu dated 10 Aug2007

What do u feel? Just curious to know!! Post ur views!!