a note on ] ONAM [ Our festival...

Onam is the harvest festival in Kerala, It last for ten days starting from the Malayalam day ‘Atham’ up to ‘Thiruvonam’. People celebrate the festival in a grand way and impress upon their dear King that they are happy and wish him well. The rich cultural heritage of Kerala comes out in its best form and spirit during these days

Mahabali- is a benevolent Asura (demon) King who performed the supreme sacrifice by offering himself to God. He was greatly respected in his kingdom and was considered to be wise, judicious and extremely generous that even the Devas or Gods were jealous on his power. They sought the help of Vishnu who was worshiped by King Mahabali to curb his power. Lord Vishnu took his incarnation of a poor and dwarf Brahmin, called Vamana and came to the kingdom of Mahabali after his morning prayers when the King gave boons to the Brahmin. The Vamana asked for three paces of land and the king agreed to it. Soon the dwarf began to expand and with his two steps covered sky and the earth. King realised that the boy was no ordinary and asked Vamana to put his third step on his head. Lord Vishnu was pleased with his generosity. Since Mahabali was so attached to his kingdom and was very much loved by the people, he was allowed to return once a year and that is celebrated as Onam.

Onam Festival falls during the first Malayalam month ‘Chingam’ (Aug- Sep). This year it comes on 23rd of August. The most important things about Onam are the ‘Onakkodi’- the new dress worn on this day, intricately decorated ‘Pookkalam’ – a multicoloured flower carpet, and ‘Ona Sadhya’, an elaborate feast which consists 11- 13 dishes served in Banana leafs and eaten with hands.

Festivities begin as early as 4 am. People clean up their house, take early bath, wear new clothes and perform elaborate prayers to seek divine blessings. “Pookkalam” is made on the ground in the front of their home and young children are often entrusted with the task of gathering and laying out the flowers in elaborate patterns. Another remarkable feature of Onam is the ‘Kaikottikali’- a dance form with rhythmic clapping is performed. People also visit temples, family come together and share gifts during the ten days of carnival.

Onam is for all people of all class and creed. The secular character of Onam is peculiar to this land where unity had always coexisted with diversity, especially during festivals, when people come together to celebrate life's unlimited joys. The message that Onam imparts to mankind is resolve oneself to lead a new life of truth, piety, love, and humility...



WISH YOU A HAPPY ONAM TO EVERY KERALITES AND MA KOOTHARAS

why we?? GOD??

the plan which we didnt plan as we used to plan..the bangalore visit- it wasnt pre planned.. yet.. its under waiting list in gods fact sheet.. :( almost everything was oke.. tickets were booked all in a sudden.. just a week prior.. still.. :( :( god never stops playing with our plans..

this time he prank twisting munnus ankles..y god?? why US?? evry time??..

get well soon dearrrr... :(

love you... n misss you...

"sovereign of solitude"

"sovereign of solitude"
Since three days,
She is in the creeper
The sun is hot
And the leaves are dry
The green is fading
And the brown is high
In the middle of no where
In the middle of wild weeds
Weak and wept
The little wench goat
Drooped by the wind all the way it goes

No one saw when she was gone
Lost her herd of family and friends
Not a shaft or drop of water
To fight the thirst and
Shrug the fear
Fret and frazzled
She frowned and fragile
In the middle of no where
In the sovereign of solitude

The days went raced
The time flew haste
No one to own
No one to help
In the middle of no where
In the sovereign of solitude

A couple of larks
Sang and danced
To lift her eyes
And blush her once
Not too hardy
The little hatchling
Hoped at once for a
Fruit of freedom

Every sack of faith forwent
Every fringe of life was torn
Famine for food, in the light of day
Fearing the fang, in the black of night
Crescents of moon and wonky wolfs
Wiggle passed her nights by nights
In the middle of no where
In the sovereign of solitude

No one to own
No one to help
she wept and wept
Until it wheezed
With a speckle on the back
And a scar in the heart
Inside the croft
Nailed fence enclosed
Searching for a cranny
Before she crumble
In the middle of no where
In the sovereign of solitude

Author: Akshaya R Achary
mail: arrogant87@gmail.com
Composed date: 21/01/2010


hope everybody liked it.. this is that poem i wrote while i was on bed rest after that accident.. one poem for which i appreciated myself for the quick idea and imagination.. awaiting everyones valuable comments..

.::from the MUDs to the METROs::.

the roads are sealed well..i can not find a single electricity post or lines on the road side..the cars are parked orderly..signal posts are working in a designed periodic manner..vehicles do not over take..people do not cross unless it shows walkers signal.. advanced!! my country has developed!! these were all in every youngsters dream when i was young..instead of the old trolley tea shops.. i saw mobile restaurants, bars and even toilets.a true copy of west..that is what i saw when i landed kerla[not kerala as we used to pronounce long back] after 15 years..it was raining out side, i thought to buy an umbrella instead of using rain coat as i use abroad because i thought people would laugh if they see me that way cause they were like that. a middle aged women was not allowed to follow fashions(as they call it) regardless of thinking about her convenience..that was my place.. Women was always dominated by men and a woman's enemy was another women..

my country has grown young!! while i started to paint my hairs brown.. :)..

We never turned back after we four migrate over seas searching for a place which fits us.. it was a long voyage.. we had to fight to get in equal to the foreign standards..we survived..with our enough strong eight hands..and a single HEART..thats we IK4..the every new roads gradually became used..with the most powerful determination we made our troubles a heaven!! being girls of a just developing country and being girls of an always disputing society, this migration crowned us with diamond dignity..

This quadruple of spinsters has flown as high as an Eagle!!

It was four of ours wish to come back..before our feathers rip..and finally decided to send one among us as a messenger to the long lost native.

here i am to face the unexpected!! there was no metro rail..there was no fly overs apart from those over the railway lines..when we fly years back we had only 03 airports in this state..calicut,cochin and trivandrum..now the number has raised to several. I have one in my birth place too.. but i booked it for Cochin..yes our own Cochin!! the place which presented us, US!!.. at that time the most developed city was this.. almost all youngsters commute to this place for work/education purposes.. this was a great business center too with the Cochin port as a major shipping lot in the state and in fact one in the few international ports in the country..the city had the crumbles of Portuguese styles every where..in the churches, markets, streets and houses.. every where..

it always gave a different feel while we roam around the old cloth bazaar street to get stuffs at the most cheapest prices..the sunny days at the marine drive..with the hot backwater breeze on our face..yes!! it was bit stinky ;) but we were least bothered about..

i am afraid our old hang out places are swiped out and replaced by new..our old "Oven" and "abad food court" the congested college road..it was never eazy even to walk through that place...the local people were so eager to pinch and rub at the backs of every gals passing by..and used to see verbal fights all the way long... :) how many of such nasty fellows ran off having slaps from IK4 he he.. :)

the first place i wanted to visit was our Cochin North Railway station.. the place which lived with us fr almost 02years..my cab took the way to my intended destination..some roads are lined with trees in between.. and finely created traffic islands..with beautifully carved sculptures.. just like the ones we saw at Paris and Italy..
i parked my car and purchased the "Terminal entry Card" worth 250bucks!! there are so many counters and behind the counters not even one executive aged than 35.. every one in black coats and ties..huh!! great..if this was the situation in our times we would be always in front of the counters especially me n paachu..Unbelievable!! our old N.station has 04 terminals now.. n i cant see even one old red engines any where..and the whole building is remarkably molded..huh what all changes?? m sure munnu/paachu n pangu wud be shocked hearing this...and they will refuse to believe my words!!

i went through the security screen-er to see the very same wagon in front of my eyes with automatic sensor doors just like the same we used to see in Hollywood movies while young..a dozen of fashionably dressed people came out from exit door and some people getting in through "enter" door.. i folded in to four my wish to board the train like we used to do years back..fight..pulling and pushing..kicking and scratching..ha ha!! years taught them discipline..happy at the same time disappointed to see this..

i walked through the wide expanded platform of the terminal01- i couldn't see the sky it was covered with a steel ceiling shield..and white minute CFL(compact fluorescent Lamps)were glaring from top of my head at every poles.. an artificial fat lady holing a basket was standing under evry light poles.. she was cute..if i hadn't go for workouts all these years people would mistake me as her twin sis :) :)trust me!! thanks for munnu.. who always struggled to wake me up in the morning.. i remember she even poured buckets of water on me to get me awake..at this moment being in an unfamiliar crowd..i wish all of you around me holiding hands in each others..

The old snack shops were replaced with multi cuisine restaurants..Chinese, Italian, Arabic, continental, south Indian etc etc.. there are boutique shops.. toy shops.. gamer area.. music world.. jewelry and much more..the fact is that we are all bored of the fashions and technological stuffs and was willing to come back to our motherland and re settle..but sitting here in this air conditioned "HERS" waiting room..i saw the imaginary disappointed 03 faces of my buddies who would call me in some time to get the news of their old sand..i am confused what to answer,,..better dot pick the call..- i thot

i switched on my handy video recorder..and shot evry thing around me, knowing that i am not recording anything uncommon to us in Swiss.. to my surprise i saw a girl coming out of the toilet with dangling legs..shes drunk and smelt liquor.. how dare shes!! we never had this much courage oh lord!! she lit a cigarette.. and puffed on my face.. i rose to hit her but controlled myself.. the respectful kids of this land has vanished to no where..how dirtily they are behaving to elderly people??? if it was my kid...i would have punched her nose to bleed..

i came here to explore the olden beauty of my country's nature which i never noticed when i passed a thousand times..i never thought i would not miss it like this any time in my life..but now...i do!! i miss my country.. which no longer exist.. its exploited!! exploited to the farthest extreme..

from there i took my walk to the small temple.. our "akka's" place.. the young lady..who was our strength..who answered to all of our confusions..i turned a circle to find our short cut to there but there is no passage..with a glare of distress on my face i walked to the exit door and swiped the platform card.. as soon as i am out from the door.. an office took it back from me and said good bye.. Development is necessary.. i wished for the same.. but now realize that it always spoils the innocence..Its only now i noticed the segments of vehicles in front of the station.. a new shaped rickshaws are lined in one segment, behind that cars and behind that seat-in couches.. Brilliant work!!

while i was recalling the times when we walked accross this place..my hand phone annunced - "Home..- call mode- urgent...Home..- call mode- urgent".. my throat got jammed..and i felt like i will fall down.. i picked up with all my energy.. and 3 voices rushed together.."achu whats it goin on baby?? hows our place?? hows it being back at our country??" me: its all fine..i m recording it..will send the videos to you shortly.. "you do whatever..enjoy the sun & sky there..but let us hear the announcements..long time..not heard"..i heard paachu mimicking "yaathriyoon ka dhyan keliye..gaadi number theen shoonya shoonya aatt..platform number ek par khadi hai" and three of them burst in to a big laughter..

How will i tell thm?? nothing here remains as the same when we left..years molded everything..each curves and corners..shapes and styles..everything...

i asked the passers by the way to that old temple..how unfortunate that none of the youngsters knew where it is located..i took my way beyond my predictions and ran my eyes all over around.. my bad eye sight did help me this time..i saw a gate a gate in between two giant building just like the door you will see at central jail.. with "amma narayana" written board ..i ran to that direction.. there were only few people inside..i saw so many ladies of my age sitting on the floor mat..thank god!! nathing seemed so changed inside except the furnishing.. our akka is still on her old posture.. but our old banyan tree disappeared.. which so many times make laughing noises when ever we were happy..the old well is there but the old view to the railway is totally brick covered.. it gave me a feel like even gods are kept in a cubicle..our old thirumeni and the old man was no longer there.. i stand stood in front of her and rang the bell.. i strong wind blew my hairs high.. i prayed for evryone.. my eyes filled with tears started to roll down uncontrollably..i had the holy water and prashad..promised her that i will bring the other 03 and left the gate..i wanted to see the place where i met with that accident but it was not there...it is a car parking lot of a high sky building now..

i felt unfamiliar..did i came through the wrong path??

i roam about here and there..with a wish to collide with a acknowledge-able faces..but everyone were totaly in a strange mask..

i asked a question several times in my mind" why am i here??"

WE left here feeling there s no one here who wants to belong us, but we had a wish that there will be the same innocent smiling faces to welcome us while we make a visit to take a break from the materialistic human beings in the WEST!!

after walking for long i reach the old St. Antony's Church which was expanded charmingly..and a few people sicked on the 07 steps in front of the prayer hall..a giant status of St. Antony holding Lil Jesus was placed at the center of the hall..i walked forward and entered the church... the altar was the same as before.. but bit polished.. and there are two huge brown carpets on both sides of the walk way.. i missed the old cold chips floor.. i stood on my knees, closed my eyes and went years back.. the floor here has so many times wet with my tears..today i want to accomplish one of my wish, a wish i kept closed in my mind..to lay on the floor and curl fr some moment..years back i couldn't do that coz.. i feared the people around me.. but now.. none are bothered about the other.. i slowly placed myself on the floor horizontally..i felt like i am falling down from a high to a feather bed..


i felt if i have my sweethearts around me.i miss the fights and cries and laughs we had for the whole long years...we wakes up,together we eat,together we cook, shop, walk, wash,everything together.i miss the times we used to sit silently at the beach and suddenly burst out to laugh with no reasons..the jogging in the morning.. birthday celebrations..smal smal trips..singing in d midnight forget evryone and evrythin around..the burned cookies :D and etc etc wow..better be back..thats it.. while i was thinking all this some thing interrupted me.. and turned back and saw a guy n gal kissing vigorously.. and everyone except me was siting quitely with no difference as nothing has happened..i felt like laughing..this i never expected here..i had seen it several times in swiss and its not a big thing there.. but here...oh god.. lemme run out...

i put my rucksack on my back and walked out..

i didnt had any idea to go to the multi storied malls and pubs operating like mushrooms in the city.. i walked to fort cochin,the sea shore has changed to a night beach party location..music..fire..and lots of gals n guys hold bottles of beer...drinking and moving their steps for the rhythm of the music.. the air of westernization has swallowed my green land..i saw the youth abused by dope and drinks.. there is no longer a space for us who dream for the old innocent country and people..

I walked past to the Old church in fort Cochin.. its was covered in green..no one have time to paint the fungus out of the walls and keep it look clean..my foot steps echoed inside the church..it stroked on the altar and returned to me as a wind.. i got the first sign of invitation some where in ma country..i realized what ever change the divine power does not.. i kneel down and placed my every fingers cuddle to pray for the ruined culture of my land..ma soul was aching overseeing ma friends expression if they happen to come here..

i got up on ma feet to sit on the bench..the sound of a dove cooing from the church vault soothed ma mind..the fragrance of peace brood the entire area..i chanted mismatching words limitlessly.. so as to get an answer for my several questions..i stared at the cross..the face of the Christ became gave the extremely pathetic sight than before..as if he is regretting for the divine sacrifice..regretting for the present world..the wounds on him looked cryptic than ever..i felt like its bleeding..tears rushed in ma eyes..my vision blurred..and i felt his wounds are glazing with hot dark blood..it become dark..and cold inside...i shrink inside myself to protect me from going paralyzed of the iciness..there was only one candle burning underneath the cross-foot.a thin yellow light was spreaded around the area of altar..the long frozen fear inside me arose..i never had to be alone..i was always in any one of paatch,munnu or pangus company..now i m scared of everything..i felt like..i will get frozen to death now on the very same bench in the church i am sitting..folding ma legs up to ma chest and hugging myself..

i wept and longed for their shoulder to lean on..i never cried alone..it was we four..who cries together..laughs together..i never was alone like this..so much alone..ignorant..

this is the time..the time one will get by only chance in the life time..a night alone with the creator..i confessed my mistakes..even though i am not baptized..i felt my mistakes from birth upto this time is forgiven..

it was dead silence..except form the whistling wind..the sound of blown doors..and my tight breath..so many images passed ma mind..so many faces..terrific is it when you look back to the life..love always hurts..love itself is a pain..but we love that pain..that's women.. women are used of having pains.. :)

suddenly i felt a hot palm on my shoulder..i raised my eyes but didnt turned back..the skin is familiar..the heard the sound of gasp produced when some one tries to hold laugh..it cant be any thief..they wont get anything form a church..it cant be the father or any nuns at this time of night..then who???

yes that can be only them..i turned back to be surprised as always..to find them.."IK4"..

i was happy like in heaven!!..i jumped from the bench to the back over them..to hear them saying.. "how did you expect us to leave you alone??"

We sat there hugging each other for a long time..atlas
paachu said : lets go..this is no longer the place for us.
Me: how did you people came?
pangu: stupid we already booked ticket along with you
munnu: thats y we did call you when we go to purchase the tickets
me: oh so thats evrything planned?
paachu: so what say? surprised.
me: if you gals are not here now i would die by mornin
munnu: stop it achu,,,now we are here
pangu: and we will prepond the tickets. lets get back..
me: ya..i dont wana go anywhere..lets just get lost from here... :(
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we were woken up by an old lady with full of wrinkles on her face..her eyes resembled us..a feel of disappointment for having living in a world truly unfamiliar for people of our age..she smiled and said..no hurry girls..none are expected here..as a ritual of my own conscience..i regularly comes here to clean the church and the premises.. good to see people like you here..

we watched her sweeping and wiping the crucifix..we said good bye to her..and was about leave..but the alarm i set in ma video recorder rang that stopped us..as if Jesus wanted us to take a photo of the place with we all together to frame it forever as a reminder that.. everything is momentary..life changes fast so the people...

.::Suzanna Arundathi Roy::.

Un- Birthday :) Howwzz tatzzz??? :)

Hope koothars are excited to have a party this month.. :) on the 28th, celebrating achu-machus birthday.. a celebration for losing one more year from life..

As my grand pa says.. "one's 25th birthday is a Quarter final, 50th Birthday is a semi final.." i dint knw wot he really meant..but after put my thoughts completely in to it i understood.. he was quietly silently criticizing "the whole birthday celebration stuff" with a cute smile on his face.. i found the invisible tale of his quote that... after 50 is to wait for the grand final.. :)

Well- generally people celebrate it commemorating the day on which the took the first in hail of air.. the anniversary of the day when they took birth..becoz of which they could reach in higher stages..becoz of which they are being loved by..becoz of which they having evrything they have..

But is it really require to celebrate a day which really highlight the fact that we climbed one more step to our Grave..?? [this is frm my view point]

i think its a day for evry parents to cherish the memory of the day when god gifted a fruit of lil life for them..after several months of longing..its a day for evry mom to feel pride that she carried a piece of god in her womb..protected it from evry sides..and helped it safely reach on earth through every pains and sacrifices.. a birthday should be a day for thanks giving to the parents for the struggles they suffered,, the sufferings they overcame to bring us alive..

Our gen kids are just like born to celebrate..To celebrate is to live and to live is to Celebrate.. is it needed to wait fr a single day in a year to have fun and enjoy??

some times its like,evry body knows, we are all busy to make a living..in the pressure ful schedule.. we have planned some particular days to enjoy, and in addition if we choose our birthday as it..it has a reason too.. a fake reason..its my birthday lets enjoy!!

Why arent we able to enjoy every day?? why cant we foget the just one day in a year and rest of the days to enjoy?? like we will choose the birthday as " Sad Birthday" and remaining days as happy un-birthdays??

See a goood..unbirthday song as follows and practice it... lets sing it evryday and cry on a single day :) let people bless us on 364days and curse us on 1 days :D he he..


An Unbirthday Poem:
A very merry unbirthday
To me
To who?
To me
Oh, you

A very merry unbirthday
To you
Who, me?
To you
Oh, me

Let's all congrulate us with another cup of tea
A very merry unbirthday to you

Now statistics prove
Prove that you've one birthday
Imagine just one birthday every year
Ah, but there are 364 unbirthdays
Precisely why we're gathered here to cheer

A very merry unbirthday
To me?
To you
A very merry unbirthday
For me?
For you
Now blow the candle out, my dear
And make your wish come true
A very merry unbirthday to you

:D he he he ha ha ha hureeeeeeeeeyyyyy!!!!!!!

tHE colOR rED!!

i believe everyone has their own favorite color... and people always care to apply that in their outfits..shoes..wallets..cars.. mobiles.. even painting their house or at least their room..Some people choose it officially for their company logos, brochure, visiting cards..and so on.. the like towards certain colors effects behavior..or people with same likes of color possess similar kinda behavior.. there are some psyco-logy behind it..

In my case my favrt color is RED.. i always gets attracted to what ever thing especially in crimson red color.. and always wished to own a red color swiFT.. red- the color of blood.. but ther s another hidden fact that i faints when ever i see blood.. no matter real or in photographs or movies.. :)...

If we talk about the color red, it sands for Passion and warmth..Vigor and excitement..Strength and vitality.. yes red is been loved by very rare people..It's a strong color that conjures up a range of seemingly conflicting emotions from passionate love to violence and warfare..a great poets comments "Red is Cupid and the Devil"... thats true!! theres no color on earth which belongs hugh number f negative and positive faces and meanings like this... Red also signifies "Power", hence the red color tie for business people and the red carpet for celebrities and VIPs... and the people who loves red will be always extreme in what ever they do..

Good red :
Red letter day - important or significant occasion
Red carpet treatment - make someone feel special, treat them as if they are a celebrity
Roll out the red carpet - same as above
Red sky in the morning, sailor's warning; red sky at night, sailor's delight - pay attention to good and bad warning signs
Paint the town red - celebrate, go out partying
Red eye - an overnight flight

Bad red :
Seeing red - to be angry
Red herring - something that deceives or distracts attention from the truth
In the red - being overdrawn at the bank or losing money
Red flag - denotes danger, warning, or an impending battle

what what explanations behind a simple color..isn't it?? :) :) i know you all are wondering.. y machu's this time behind a color.. there are reasons too..not only with the color but with the alphabets "dt" together..

just give a piece of your brain to recall this..my previous company was India Destination Tours, they calls it 'idt' in short..and my new company is Dravidian Trails in short form 'dt"... idt's logo was full in red with everything written in white.. the very same thing is what its around here too.. just like xerox.. even the tea mat..

the letter "D" or Delta in Greek means.. rich and fertile.. and the letter "T" or Tou in Greek says "life".. combing both.. "Rich Life" ... both of my employers are smart.. tricky in doing business(which is essential to climb up)... power/wealth conscious...i doubt if i have finally reached the same ocean from where a few months back i stopped rowing and took a diversion.. This similarities.. i would say hidden similarities urge me to cultivate thoughts..like.. i will have sore experiences from here too.. :D m not sure.. may be this are all just a mental impulse...

As per colorology.. people who loves same color attracts in a way or other.. in both idt & dt .. i passed the interviews eazily.. i remember the first day at idt in 2006.. i had a casual talk.. and with no risks.. selected.. i used to get nervous a bit while i was interviewed by so many other people.. but not at both these places.. there are for sure some unknown answers for all this..

i also remember long back whn i go for an interview at Muthoot hospitality..i passed the interview.. their log is also white in Red,,.. and similar kind of office settings too.. every where red and white.. :D

anyway lets try my luck.. being passionate to RED color god might have sprinkled the same powder on me also.. to meet a "Delta Tow" life ...in future..

IK's let me have all of your most favorite color too.. i will take a study about the same.. :) for the time being i don't have much works.. he he

awaiting your valuable comments.. ("")( ^ . ~ )

illusion!

i some times doubts wot all happening around me is just an illusion! the past becomes something unreal..even the just gone minute.. you know the journey, the accident our separation..the new job.. is it really d so called reality ??.. or am i struck somewhere in a gap not able to move or .. not able to shout for someones help.. ever since i joined here.. i feels like this is kinda dream.. wot ever happening is just a rapid flow of images.. just like we watch a movie..

i just cant believe myself being this way.. i became a new kinda person.. i m not the person who was so much out spoken.. i m not that person who fights with every one.. i m not the person who worked for myself not for the organization.. this transformation caused that hallucination.. i m not clear but i think so.. :)

i really hate me for bringing negative thoughts in to all of you.. but i dont have any option other than IK4 ..

just think it girls...we really cannot always trust our eyes, or our judgement.. a rose is always good to watch.. it appears to be fine.. beautiful but whn yu try to get closer and tries to pluck it... yu will be wounded by its thrones... the same situation.. i lost ma ability to recognize people frm inside.. i got wot i desired.. but ... its something which is like a bubble gum under my shoes.. so much iritating... i lost myself.. and wots the point in changing a person to fit in some elses shell?? ..ther are rules and regulatons i agree.. but it must be informed me in an official way .. like evrywhere happens they should hav mention all those point s in the beginning itself..

you doubt it right.. yes,,... this is a complaint letter.. since i cant disclose this to any one. and ... since these people got answers for evry thing.. i m not suppose to react.. but i will not act against my conscience..

i want to be independent..i am not a domestic animal to cage me.. :( .. is this all really happening.. i cant trust.. or am i lying some where unconscious and dreaming?? i never was like this... i hate places where people dont accept me as how i am.. RULES!! wot rules.. i am following all rules which i think i must..

"am i awake
or just asleep that...
evrything is..
claded a black..
am i dreaming
am i dreaming
or relaity??
the most sorest??

is it foggy around
am i blind..
am i thinking aback the black
hands and legs left unmoved
lips and eyes
dry and closed
am i dreaming
amidst a forest

lying unconscious??

somebody come
come to me fast
wake me up...
and help me from
this lifeless life..

:( :(

a back to home feeling!!!

ahh lemme intake enuf of ma IK4 air here...oh gosh.. so long.. its kinda feeling like m back home after a long time.. wot will i say?? m happy.. i dont know wot made me install mozilla firefox today in ma office computer..i dint wait to get anyones permission.. bcez i felt i will burst in to tears..biting my lips..supressin ma feelings.. i m writing this like kinda thief.. trust me..but soo happy to be back in our own premise. munnu i wanted to commet on all your posts,, that i will do later becoz.. yu know that i am really stealing my office time.. he he.. love you all koothars... and miss US together,, it was lovely.. no better words... just lovely.. but we are really blessed with US..

:)

“The spaces between your fingers were created so that another’s could fill them in”.This quote had always remained my favorite.Ever wondered about the depth of message they convey!

To hold someone’s hand is to offer them affection,protection or comfort.It is a way to communicate and telling them silently “I am here,with you..”Holding hands remains a sign of intimacy between friends and lovers,couples and family,keeping two people together as they navigate the world around them.People hold hands for several reasons such as; a gesture of friendship ,or of love;acknowledgment of one’s presence or as sign of respect as in a handshake;a part of religious service or ritual;to enjoy physical contact;for emotional support;to guide ,as with a child , a blind person ,or an elderly;to urge someone to follow,to dance and on many more instances..

The symbolic meaning of holding hands varies for different cultures and gender. A personal relationship that does not involve any sexual behavior, e.g. friendship, may also involve physical intimacy. In western culture it is often more among female than among male friends; the latter may want to avoid associations with homosexuality. In other cultures, such as Arab culture, men may hold hands with no implication of homosexuality.Many East Asian cultures typically encourage relatively little body contact between friends, acquaintances, and members of the same sex. Even among family members and spouses, traditionally, there are fewer public displays of affection.

A man and a woman who are friends may avoid physical intimacy to avoid associations with sexuality or emotional intimacy, in order not to appear to be in a relationship. This is especially true if one or both of them is already in a relationship with another person.

Physical closeness may also be involuntary, as in a crowded train or elevator.Every touch is not with sexual intention.I wonder why some people seem to view the world only through their own glasses.That’s gross.

Hand holding depends on the relationship established with the person whose hand is being held and their willingness to accept the intended gesture based upon their understanding of its origin and significance.Some people are more into public displays of affection than others,as some avoid much touching in public and will avoid it for their own reasons,even if they are quite intimate and loving in private.Sometimes,holding hands can be an aggressive gesture of sign of control or dominance in a relationship.If a man grabs a woman’s hands and drags her along behind him,this may not be a much of gesture of closeness,but a gesture of dominance..

To add,the dream interpretation of ‘holding hands’ is given as “Holding hands or other positive interaction with hands can represent good will or affection that you feel towards someone, that you believe someone feels towards you, or you wish you were receiving.”

Nonsexual touch and other signs of affection strengthens your marriage relationships,creating a comforting and calming atmosphere in your home,builds more trust between the two of you,and deepens your intimacy with one another.A research of 16 marrried women who scored high on marriage-satisfaction inventory showed that simply holding their husband’s hand eased both physical sign of stress and their brain’s responses to pain.Holding your parents hands when they are in stress will do wonders on relieving their stress.Hold your sister’s or brother’s hands when you cross road,see them smile at you lovingly and read their eyes telling you “Thank you for being there”.During college days,I had many many friends whom I could hold hands and could lean upon their shoulders and take a deep breath to hear their heart’s wishper “I am here for you dear”..even now,iam blessed with you all, Those moments are treasured deep inside my heart and nothing on earth and heaven above can take its place..


When was it the last time you held you dear ones hands and said silently “I care for you,and I am here for you no matter what”.Time will not wait for me and you.Before you lose your loved ones,tell them how much they mean to you and make yours and theirs day a wonderful one.Good luck!!