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"Trance"port Bus

2009-08-04T05:41:00.000-07:00

Preface

Well before I delve into the main part I would like to say that in Kochi we say "transport bus" to address the red and cream Government buses.

"Trance"port bus

I always enjoyed travelling in a transport bus but for the past one year my journey to Muvattupuzha in these buses have converted them to "Trance"port bus.Am sure you might be thinking what i am upto ....I wish my beautiful and happy reader ,(if luckily there is someone like that ..)belongs to Kerala or at least India ,so that you can come along with me into my" bus ".Most of those buses have a seating arrangement completely different from that of private buses .On your right there is long three seater and look to your left for the two seater ,but oops !the place you are standing now is the passage which is so narrow that no two person can stand together so I would advice you to stand facing the comfortably seated ones. The aforementioned things can be completely erased if you have vacant seats .The moment of trance begins only if seated ,especially by the window . In a transport bus both sexes enjoy equality in standing position ,anyone can stand anywhere as you please but if you have any thought about being seated then the women have their seats reserved either at the rear end or at the front .I wonder whether it is to make sure that they have a comfortable journey or to convey the idea that "you better stick on to where you are ,if you dare to step out you are gone ".After a long pause I take the first explanation as a better choice and a positive one too .Sorry Reader for having left you seated there .You are going to be taken into a trance very soon .The atmosphere for this is set by the booming sound as the bus struggles forward and the dusty wind that gently pass by your face .Usually an Ordinary transport bus is devoid of the crazy speed much beloved to a private bus .So the snail's pace and lack of frequent stops makesit sure that you are not nudged in your trance .The co-travellers can be seen rocking their heads and at times bumping on to the neighbour's shoulders .Ah!there goes your first yawn .Though sleepy there is so many events happening that you will fail to lock your mind's window .I was saying about heads that sway like the coconut fronds would on a windy evening .The conductor is calm and never yells "Ticket ,Ticket "as in a private bus .He comes slowly and gives the ticket .The bells ring only when the bus nears the stop .You get to see all sorts of social chunks .A family of four squeezes to a three seater and the college buddies jumps on to the two seater .Just look ahead.. come on ...i know you eyelids seems heavy but take look ..the drama is going to begin ...its definitely not boxing ...no its not kick boxing ...what is it then ...it is Elbow Defender ,as the bus takes every sharp turn those standing on the crowded "passage "defends the other from falling over to you by the smart twists of elbow which are in a bended position as they are calsping on to the handle bar strongly fitted on to the seat .The one who gets the kick with the elbow waits for the next turn to come .Screen of vision is too wide so you leave the fight to go on as your eyes wanders to the next scene -its reQUEST - its a quest for a bit of space in a spaceless and packed seat .The sympathetic person pushes forward and creates space but the newly seated ones are often great conquerors that they ducks in and there goes the sympathetic person hanging on to the handle .The lecture on "How to Behave- for Youth "are loudly rendered inside this very bus by the elderly ofcourse for free .But I admit that those classes do have an effect on us .Here comes a lady with a baby clenched to her chest ...don't miss this expression on the seated ones "don't expect me to stand ,I dont have any thought of giving you a seat ...I have won it after a long fight ."Thats it, the moment of trance ends here .Let 's allow the mother to sit .The acrobatics on standing position ends as you reach your the destination .Get down just take a look at your back there on the white T-Shirt you will find the dust on the seat still clinging on to you .Congrats !you have safely stepped out from the world of trance .

Microscop"ing"

2009-07-23T06:28:00.000-07:00

Its wonderful to think ,its wonder reaches great heights when the thought comes deep from my heart .The following is an attempt to unwind my mind that was caught up in the swirl of a moment .
So small are my eyes ,yet i see the vast sky with it ,
So tiny are the nostrils of a baby ,but with that it takes in the first breath of precious life ,
It is from minute spark that great fires have gathered its mighty flames ,
It is within tiny chips that all memories are enclosed,
The bite of an "dwarphy"ant made the longest itching,
It is the little drops of water that make up the whole sea,
The dusty sands ,so dot like make dry deserts ,
So small are the kids but from them I have learnt the eternal lessons,
Yet with my huge heart i find it hard to hold all mankind -in its diversity ,in its uniqueness,in its peculiarity ,in its mystery .

2009-07-15T07:39:00.001-07:00

SHALL I LOOK WITHIN

She hastily opened the door , there stood her brother with a questioning look ,they were already late for the morning walk .Walking was something she loved as you need to take just one step at a time and that takes you nearer to your destination .As she walked her mind saw the walk of a clown which broke the accepted postures of refined walking ,anything out of ordinary is odd .But that was what she was ,she liked those odd pictures which stood apart from the group ,those odd ones which she carefully marked with her pencil in her English exercise book .The activity given by Miss Stella send ripples of thought .Pick out the odd one from the basket and put it out .She felt herself being thrown out to the void .Paul ,her little brother's hands were sweaty she could feel it as he held one to her when a car dashed by them ."Hey look ,The Jumbo are coming soon ...wow ..do you remember last time how the bear rode the cycle and how the elephant played football ??soon there will be so so many animals roaming here,isn't it ??Silence adorned her for she knew the clowns were not odd inside the tent but a woman clown......well that could be an odd one. "Let's go back ".

SHALL I LOOK WITHIN -1

2009-02-20T23:52:00.000-08:00

SHALL I LOOK WITHIN 1

It was middle of the night ,Dailey was not able to sleep .Her dusky feet sensed the cold floor ,darkness had fallen like a pall ,hobbering around finally reached for the knob she opened the door and stepped out .The day was fine she had attended her school and her teachers were happy to see her well written essays and notes .While her teachers appreciated her she had stood there as if those words rung meaningless to her small ears .Now while at home without sleep she was walking to find something ,she wished to talk but it was the meaning that was frightening her .A few feet away she saw a door left ajar ,the flickering light rays was trying to comfort Dailey .She slowly pushed the door and found the candle burning out its last part of the wick ,that too will reach its end .She wondered who had lighted it ,the candle must have felt its action was fruitful but to her it seemed meaningless as there was no one in the room .Maddening thoughts she felt ,and sat there to give meaning to the flickering candle till it died.She sat in her favourite couch trying to make herself feel comfy and closed her eyes .The twittering of birds woke her up ,she had to make it fast to bedroom ,for her mother would surely scold her for sleeping in the living room instead of her own beautifully decorated bedroom.She quickly slipped into her room .The mirror was waiting to hear her dreams ,this was the usual routine .Standing before the mirror she masked her with a make up of a clown ,she did the funny tricks and expressions .But as her eyes fell on the mirror she quickly wiped it off .Within her nestled a desire to be a clown ,yet to be adorned with meaningful words .She heard a knock at the door.
(to be continued)

HUE-MAN

2009-02-20T23:51:00.000-08:00

HUE MAN

I knew they taught to be a doctor ,
I knew they opened the door to engineering ,
I knew they gave the wand of a teacher ,
But I didn’t knew that I need to learn
How to be a human.
For I was hued with the strokes of selfishness
What will I see when I make
A portrait of mine A human or A Hue man?

Dawn At Falls

2008-12-14T00:24:00.000-08:00

The pearly splash at the dawn ,
how can i ever forget
the touch of frozen forceful rush of water.
body wrapped in coolness
within lay a warm heart,
nudged with thoughts of love .
mind whispered and mouth echoed the song ,
the song of togetherness,
the song of promises.
now away from Falls
yet the drops of water
seems to drip from the flowing hair.

Maiden Attempt

2008-09-09T09:03:00.000-07:00

I and my friends had safely nestled in the neighbourhood of Principal’s office,when the upcoming event of feast day had nudged us to take our maiden flight.Twenty minds rocked to find the string of creativity with which to fly our kite of talents.After many hushing and buzzing finally we ended up with mime and candle dance.Four days left for preparation yet without backups.we wandered through the streets of Muvattupuzha for getting a perfect music.All roads take us Rome,so goes the saying but our roads took us to the abode of faculty and from there to the Video world .Standing at the threshold of video world we found it was rather a universe where the ragas are juxtaposed with rap and hiphops.Very soon we strained our ears to find the right note from the multitude ,after many ‘anymores and okays’we selected one background music for the mime.The candle dance its costumes and music was the perfect blend prepared with perfection in the storehouse of innovations situated safely in the “Master mind” of our class.by the time we arranged the necessary stage requirements many nights and days had passed .Just two more days to go ,dancers and actors were announced ,next was practice under the tactics of Mastermind.on the DAY we crowded into the autorickshaw and wroomed to our institution.The wide open gates welcomed us and we stepped with fingers crossed and heart thumbing at alarmingly high rate.The hours preceding the Performance was the most beautiful of all as we finalized the steps for dance and our familiar pink sari flared to flowing folds under the spark of the Mastermind.With candles at our palms and confidence in our mind we stepped on to the stage ,the classic note on Silent Night began accompanied with our twists and turns .As we made the final formation the hall was booming with applause .and it caused ripples of joy in our heart ,for the Maiden attempt was a success.This ensured us to take a deep leap into the ocean of chance as our masked faces tried to bring a smile on the face of the onlookers.

SECOND INNINGS-tagged again

2008-04-28T00:58:00.000-07:00

Rules for this tag
1. Each player starts with 8 random facts about themselves.
2. People who are tagged, write a blog post about their own 8 random things, and post these rules.
3. At the end of your post you need to tag 8 people and include their names.

Chosen 8

1.My first love _nature , whether COOL or HOT I admire it.

2Great talents come in small packages…I fully admit its true.

3.Expressive

4.Loves traveling

5.God.fearing

6.not sober but sob-er

7.Studious……………never. Always an average……

8. Blessed with excellent friends-my gr8test treasure.

The Chosen 8 and the Frozen Best

After eight the best is yet to come,but as time and space defines one ‘s identity here 8 marks the LOC ,one step forward can be risky,so let me stick to the boundary.i often think what made me a lover a nature ,is it its vastness,its originality or anything else.then as I traveled with my senses fully awake I knew that Nature was my window to heaven.The spirit within nature expressed itself in all its actions and within me I found a small world struggling to let itself get acquainted with others ,my smile and tears ,those frowns and glance became the channel for network of relations.The more I tried to dictate my inner world it started revolting …and I asked why if you exist because of me then I own you ….slowly its waywardness guided me to the true Owner ,He softly whispered the Word and my world became once again happy and peaceful .People living on the edges see world differently but I want to experience the wholeness that is what my average position assures me. But all these facts become worthwhile with the Presence of my friends.

The Rockfest

2008-04-08T07:01:00.000-07:00

The day began as all other days with the rising of the Sun.The whole day marked the usual familiarity and after class I boarded my usual bus ,sat comfortably facing the long winding road and the endless sky.My heart was stuffed with the sweet moments the day presented me frilled with laughter of my dear friends.As I sat there letting myself to be taken away by thoughts ,I saw Nature preparing for the Rockfest.The lights dimmed as the murky Clouds made their entry at snail's pace ,I kept my eyes wide open as i didn't wanted to miss any of their poise.The stage was filled by the performers.I took a glance at my fellow audience ,the Crows had arrived with their group and seated themselves on the palm fronds at the slight notion of the Wind ,the organizer .The little kids enjoying their vacation got ready to accompany the dancers on the stage,they neither had their parents nor umbrella to hold them back.My eyelids paused and my pulse went high as i listened the Thunder beat the first note,very soon the Rain [renowned dancers] came keeping to the tune ,shaking their hips,twisting their body often interacting with me with the splashes .Lightning made it spectacular and the concert went taking up pace .As it reached its peak Thunder played the descending note ,the Crows having sneaked out from home had to go back before it gets dark,so there weren't any one to cheer with me .When the Rockstars saw their audience dwindling ,they left my cry "once more" go unheard.When the stage was once again empty I reached home and saw Droplets hanging out at my gate.Very soon the curtain sponsored by Night was let down and then the Droplets walked away into the Dark street promising to meet me at the gate tomorrow.

When Neena Tagged me ...

2008-03-31T03:57:00.000-07:00

1. LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATRE?
Taare Zameen Par which took me high up in the vast sky of imagination .
2. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?
The summer vacation blast ..Monopoly...
3.WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?
Dr .Zhivago by Boris Pasternak
4. FAVORITE MAGAZINE?
The Week ,Reader'sDigest.
.5. FAVORITE SMELLS?
The smell of earth after the first rain,jasmine ,sandal wood ,rose ,spices .
. FAVORITE SOUND?
Twittering of birds early in the morning ,knock at the door ,cycle bell ,the music of bamboo forests.
. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?
When i feel i have hurt someone with my words.
.8. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE?
Will satisfy my sleep so i need to stay by it until it takes leave on its own wish.
9. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE?
Nothing is more fast than mommade food..
.10. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME?
Susan ,Jennifer ,Catherine,Naomi,Luke,Christopher ,Jonathan .
.11. FINISH THIS STATEMENT. "IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY I’D...?
would have wished for more...
12. DO YOU DRIVE FAST?
Drive my brother to irritation faster than the fastest car..!!
13. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?
No ...often wanted to but when sleep is at the doorstep I never keep it waiting..
14. STORMS-COOL OR SCARY?
Cool making others freeze..
. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?
Ambassador my first Taxi..
16. FAVORITE DRINK?
Milk with any flavors ,Lemonade .
17. FINISH THIS STATEMENT, "IF I HAD THE TIME I WOULD...
Hav felt more sorry for wasting it ..
18. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS ON BROCCOLI?
Yep ,love to eat vegetables especially in the form of soup.
19. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHOICE?
Brown highlights...may be
.20. NAME ALL THE DIFFERENT CITIES/TOWNS YOU HAVE LIVED
Veggy life ....Ernakulam.
.21. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?
Used to love cricket ...no more...like swimming and gymnastics.
.22. ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU.
Just one ...oh oh..."Humane" being
23. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?
Space which is not yet colonized !!
24. WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE BORN AS YOURSELF AGAIN?
Better ask my relatives and friends...i wouldnt mind.
25. MORNING PERSON, OR NIGHT OWL?
Morning person
26. OVER EASY, OR SUNNY SIDE UP?
Over Easy...
27. FAVORITE PLACE TO RELAX?
In my bedroom, letting the cool breeze in through the window ..
29. FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?
Any flavor..

Music

2008-02-29T20:48:00.001-08:00

It has a rhythm . Music touches our soul .Whenever I listen to it I feel happy.If this is music to me then I am sure that for a mother with her children crying for want of food neglected to them for days ,for her the filling of empty bottles with green gram is music ,boiling of rice,the bubbling noise is music.for a misunderstood person the “YES” is music and for me the hug I receive my dear ones is also music.the beat in my heart comes closer to the other’s forming a new rhythm

THOUGHT Part 2

2008-02-29T20:46:00.001-08:00

“I think therefore I am ” .

Why do I think?

I think because I need an answer , I think because I am in constant search .

Man always need something .He said man needs humanity.

Man thinks because he wants ,then does God think?

Does HE need anything?

HE needs me and you and them ,so HE thinks about us.

So I am HIS THOUGHT….

THE DAWN

2008-02-29T20:44:00.000-08:00

THE DAWN

The last star humbly took leave from the softly lighted , morning sky.He couldn’t make out whether he was awake or still playing on the frills of sleep. Dawn was calling him yet he remained on his bed with ruffled sheets. His numbed ears heard the ticking of the clock….the clock was his grandmother’s gift on his eighteenth birthday ,many years ago .the previous Year that he welcomed with great celebrations had weaned her from Time making her the darling of eternity. As clock struck six this morning she became a strip wading in his pool of memory.Until now he saw himself as her grandson her absence asked him who he was,he repeated “WHO AM I?”….silence.

Already the birds had left their self-made nests, children rode their BSA cycles dashing towards the tuition class. I too need to have my coffee at Seven reach office at eight have a break at ten lunch at one be back home at eight at night .Yesterday it was so infact it had always been so ,today it should be the same.He remained on his bed.

The golden rays of the sun tried to pierce into the darkness of his room ,but was blocked by the tinted window pane and also by those thick curtain which he bought for 200 Rs/metre from Bombay Dyeing.Lying on his bed he heard the newspaper ‘THE TRUTH’ landing on his polished verandah,this was followed by the clinging of milk bottles .He wanted to shut himself from all these noises ,he crouched making the sheets more ruffled.His eyes caught a row of mosquitoes taking rest after having their fill through out the night.He tried to shoo them away by clutching the curtain and then he saw through his dark window pane the blurred vision of dawn .He got up for it was beautiful and new .he rested his forehead on the rods of the window letting its coldness pass on to him.

Thought

2008-01-28T18:41:00.000-08:00

It was pitch dark all around ,I raise my head heavenwards .the sky was lighted up,….moon seemed to move with me ,the twinkling stars looked down,they saw me watching them.As I whispered my thoughts to them. the birds perched on the mighty tree cooed back,They seemed to like when i get secretive,.Through out the night they waited on me in the higher plane and as the first rays of the sun embraced the earth my friends slowly with frequent pauses and turning backs l bid good bye to me. The river that flow smoothly gets rustled, increasing its current as soon as the wind blow challenging the river's pace with that of itself. Still, the underwater world moves on , their world is tempting .The unwanted excess are often dumped there, its creatures doesn't abandon them . Those things move through the process of transformation under their spell of water world. Time is their magical wand ,objects are transformed into beautiful treasures
i want to speak and write about many things but was wondering what should be the first word. Everything that takes on the title 'first' has an innocence and freshness of its own. The first cry ,first smile of a baby , your first love ,the first moment when you came to know how wonderful you are ,all this take the most prime position in your heart. but these give transitory pleasure ,They will become the exhausted past .i sometimes wish for everlasting present without its counter part ,past, but then the pain that we go through that would become fresh as if the callous is scraped making the wound once more bare .the memories of pain carry with it the token of our strength in enduring such pains. True yet past and forgetfulness has its blissful state it makes memories worthwhile.

Pain is the most strong unifier .There is something that is shared by fellows in sorrow .Each and every pain that we go through are interconnected , all of them brings in a load on our heart ,it makes the very air around us to be still and heavy. Yet it passes on ,it is not our constant companion ,one goes and another comes from the most renowned and vastly established family of PAIN.i have personally come into contact with some of its members, Tears ,Sigh ,Numbness, but there is another friend of mine who comes to help me during visits from PAIN that friend is Hope ,and everyone in the family revers him.and i love Him. What I like most about him is that he will be there even before I think of asking his help.

On the DOOR POST

2008-01-09T23:24:00.000-08:00

Let not your feet hesitate to step in ,
For I consider your visit a blessing,
i am because HE IS,
i exist as His creation,
yet let me sing in your ears this song,
its your eyes that give me my form,
your ears that give me,my voice
and your heart give me eternity ,
in the vastness of yuor memory...
WELCOME

Moment..

2008-01-02T05:16:00.000-08:00

The moment when my journey began- lies hidden,
whatever hidden becomes a treasure,so i have heard.A chain of seconds defined the way of my journey .While riding at times i took bumby roads and at other smooth clean roads ,which ever road i took i saw signal posts guiding me to the Path.I know the final destination and the last stop from where i will get the bus to final destination,but before that there are many places where i can take rest ,refresh myself ,may be take a sip of coffee...but when i am in such places i fail to see the long road yet to be treaded,and i take my inn as final .then the innkeeper comes on time to wake me up ,banging on my door and shouts "its time for you to leave".i always think that here i am i have done it but then there are many more way side scenes yet to be seen. Nowat this moment my heart reaches out to a thought that passes over my head ..i can hear the flutter of its wings ...it says that my destination is my begining and each moment is experiencing its presence and each person i met is a citizen of Destination .yes i want to live for this moment.

The Run

2007-12-11T20:12:00.000-08:00

sitting in a dark room i searched for a light .days went by yet i couldnt find it .i got frustrated and i kept making noise ,i didnt know when those noises became my cry ..i blamed the room and its darkness .during that period of disturbances i enjoyed bringing up hatred for all that surrounded me .i fed it with self pity and deprression ,the more i fed it became that very healthy .i kept on feeding that i in the darkness couldnt see that it had grown much bigger than me .then it started speaking to me as if a friendly chat ..........then it started advising me ...and then ..and then ..it began commanding me ........i ran hither n tither in that darkness and i fell .but the fall couldnt hurt me for a realized a hand ..a mighty Hand was always there guiding me showing me the path ..THE WAy ..i never heard it as i always kept shouting ..once i stopped hatred had made noise ..now in silence i heard the most beautiful voice ..He took me into his lap showed me The light ...oh is this Light ..i remember having seen it during my days of darkness but i never knew this is what Light is ..it had conquered the world of darness ..no more turning back...

saawariya...gleanings

2007-11-21T06:13:00.000-08:00

Saawariya ..a story of waiting and on waiting .it narrates the incidents that happen to a lady while waiting for the return of her lover .the film carries all the feature of contemporary society ..the story told by a prostitute ..yes we are starting to listen to their point of view .gulab ji wants to be identified ,want to be addresed in her own name and our rock star farishtey ranbir befriends her without hesitation ..through the single lens of camera we get a glimpse of the sorrows and joys of sex workers .again through ranbir's dialogue audience realises that they too are human with goodness..(a string of justifying them?).with regard to the slow pace of the film we in the four walls of cinema hall,surrounded by darkness concentrating on the screen feels the frustration of waiting like sakeena .she waits for her lover iman ,ranbir waits for her answer ,sex workers wait for a better tomorrow ,lilian always waits for her son later for ranbir .all their waiting has irony for her lover has already arrived ,lilian doesnt know that ranbir has arrived through the window ..the prostitutes once they look at their fellow womens finds smile in playing with a ball.safety pin is another irony ,elders think they can bind children with their authority yet sakeena finds ways of breaking it ,at last she goes away never to return to the safety pin ..yes the grandma is surely blind....after all this waiting someone loss is another 's gain ..life goes on...
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evening walk

2007-11-13T06:01:00.000-08:00

There were four of them ,standing as if waiting for a balcony ticket .The first one had its webbed claws on the threshold .After a long wait it gathered courage to take the first step outside the gate ,quickly followed the other three, but before the fourth step it opened its eyes and saw the big wheels rolling over the tarred road .The sound and rush was too much for these peace loving creatures they took a sharp turn and marched as if a company, back home .