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The Goddess

The morning bells ring at the Kancheepuram mahavishnu temple.The first rays of sunshine is seen through the clouds.The orange light touches the sparkling water of the temple pond as the pujaris and sadhus take their bath chanting the morning prayers. The smell of sandalwood fills the air as one approaches the temple.The women have reached with their baskets full of fresh flowers and they settle themselves on the two sides of the main pathway,gearing up for yet another day at the footsteps of god’s abode. …………………………………………………………….. I dream about her nowadays.Its been a few weeks that she has been in my mind from dawn to dusk.The time I spend with her,I feel uplifted,I feel something special like never before.I wake up excited and rush to the workshop to see her sitting on the table.She still hasn’t spoken a word to me.But I have fallen in love with her. I run my hands slowly over her face,I stop to hold them in my palms,and I look into her eyes.I pause.The silence seems to hav...
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The murderer

The news of the psycho murderer was hitting the front pages after the recent family killings downtown.The fear had slowly started to set in on people.People lived in the denial that everything was fine and no one could harm them till then,but all of a sudden this killer had surfaced which they had seen only in the movies.The past 8 deaths in the city had left the city police baffled and confused.No threads to link them together,no sign of the killer nor any clue left behind.How he achieved this perfection was something screenplay writers would probably yearn to know.The mysteries had started spreading by mouth,when the police force had initially decided to keep the news undercovers to keep the fear of having a psychotic killer on the lose in the city. Once the media smelled the cake,it ensured everyone had a piece of it.A little ounce of fear that formed the doubt, am I in danger?Is my family and loved ones in danger?The inability to catch this killer added more spice to the wound...
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The girl and the balloon

The train was an hour late and I sat under the only fan that seemed to be working on the long stretch of the platform. It was October and yet the summer heat had no intentions of leaving. I bought myself a cool drink and sat sipping it and pointlessly swiping through my mobile phone. People hardly looked at each other’s faces today as all eyes were on the 5 inch screen and the world revolved around it for each person. I looked up and saw the handful of people on the platform busy doing the same. A small girl seemed to be the only enjoying the day outside playing with her balloon. I watched the innocence in her eyes ,the happiness in them as she pushed the balloon higher and watched it fall. Her mother busy on a call,called out to her to stay close. I smiled as the balloon came towards me ,as if the child inside me was opening its eyes.She came running towards me as I gently pushed the balloon into the air and she stopped a few paces ahead of me to watch it drift away. It had...
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A Laden Heart..

Its raining..the air is heavy and cold Memories flood in but I just don't let it in I walk past the shore with a laden heart The lashing waves shreiking out aloud my pain I see a mother,i see a child I hope God gave them enough to dine Each morsel of what remains,coated with all the love she has She feeds, her dying child with hope I wonder..I wonder.. I wonder what her prayers were and her prayers are Her lost dreams and sorrows are I wonder..I wonder.. I wonder what my prayers were and my prayers are My fullfilled dreams and desires are Who should he listen to..I wonder again.. A person like me or one like her.. All the worlds a stage they say Only justice would quench my thirst,but it long remains The worries I see around in my small life Of untold crushes,lost games and exams failed The worries she see nail me down Of sleepless nights under the stars,hoping never to wake again I need him,I close my eyes and look into my heart I ask him..why me? and ...
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Shall I take a train or a flight?

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If given an option between taking a train to Delhi from Kerala or a flight,what would you choose? I happened to choose the train and though I repented the amount of time I wasted on the journey I soon realized that I would have lost some much if I had taken a flight that lasted merely an hour. The fear of spending 2 days,ie,24x2 hours on the train,be it AC or not with no laptop or PC to help you is pretty painful at first.I had kept repeating this to my mom over and over again for the first few hourse of the journey but then I decided to make use of the time in hand. What exactly would I have done if I’d taken a flight? Drive to the airport..check in luggage,collect boarding pass and move on comfortable to the Gate mentioned.After waiting for a while,I would board my plane and buckle up my seat belt and prepare for take off.If there wasn’t a movie being played on the flight I might have taken out a book and read a few pages,then switched to music,maybe say a hi to my fellow pa...
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Broken Crayons

26th March I had received a phone call from my close friend Rahul who had completed his 12th in Bahrain that we could possibly meet the evening after the All India Engineering Entrance Exam,as he would be in town for the day and will be leaving the next morning to Hyderabad.It had been years since Akhil and I had met him and had our share of laughter sharing events over the years and of old memories.So, I called up Akhil as well and informed him about the plan,ie, the exam get over at 12:30 and we could meet by around 2 or so at Marine Drive which would give us 4-5 hours together. But then it struck me that I’d given my name not just for the Btech exam but also the Barch thereafter,which began an hour after the first and lasted another three hours.So this meant that I would have less time to be with them..ah..now what? I had no intentions to pursue Architecture due to my lack of knowledge in the field but I’d decided to give the exam a shot when I submitted the application becaus...
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The Golden pages of my life..

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“Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take but by the number of moments that take your breath away”..though it has been merely 3 years since I’ve joined this fantastic school,it has given me many moments to cherish for a lifetime.. When I’d come to Kerala in 10th standard,this place was entirely new to me and I did not know what to expect of the life here.I’dd the feeling that the students here were something different but each day proved me wrong. Life here was more challenging than it was in Bahrain where one could say it was spoonfeeding in many aspects and we failed to experience the real life out there..Also maybe because I was away from my parents or maybe because it was India after all. The tension while writing the board exams in 10th and the excitement on getting the results were soon forgotten as we had bigger challenges up ahead.New friends were made and new lessons were learnt each day.Some of pain,some of joy to some of love but all for a reason. The t...
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