Saturday, April 14, 2007

‡-- 3 D’S --‡

As I stare at the image of the brown skinned gal on the mirror looking back at me, with eyes that hold 1001 questions, the only thing that I wonder is – what is so different about her? She has same features that would automatically earn her ticket to the human group but why? Why cant she be accepted for who she is?

Just because she may not speak the same lingo like others, does that make her less human? She may not be ur typical Indian girl but that does not mean she doesn’t have feelings? Day in day out people judge her by the way she is. Speak a different language than the one ur ‘so-called-supposed” to talk and ur branded as someone who has forgotten her roots. What a hypocrite world!!

But hell, yeah.. She may not be ur ideal indian girl but that does not mean she has forgotten her roots. She may be a half coconut but on the other hand obviously knows what is the use of a coconut in the Indian culture. So how can she be ur Americanized Indian gal when she’s an Indian by heart? Hence, why the discrimination???

As if discrimination aint enough, she has to be slapped with deception. Talk bout one after another. False promises, never ending sweet talks, unnecessary hopes given that was never intended to be fulfilled in the first place.

All she could do is just wonder, what has she done to receive all this? All she had done was to sit in one corner of the world, minding her own stuff n people come, feed her with all these hopes and dreams. Why? Why such lies? Life has become like a time bomb. SO unpredictable. But only one thing is for sure – misery.

Deceptions. Whats with all this deceitful people? Is it just sour grapes or are they plain lifeless? *shudders* gosh the amount of chicaneries and lies… One after another, rumors and fabrications, each giving a bigger impact than the other.

All this oni leading to Devastation. As I continue to stare at her image, tears start rolling down her cheeks. However, the lips were curled in a smile. So much of pain yet smiling around. The smile of hope – that tomorrow would be a better day.

How long more would she have to go through all this? Only time can answer that question. There is only one hope that I could see in her eyes – the hope of mere happiness. Free from the 3 D’s = Discrimination, Deception and Devastation. Shall then she smile with every once of happiness bottled up in her.

* Discrimination….Deception …Devastation*

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

||-- LoVe --|| I Love You Yes... YOU.... Hey now... dont look around its YOU im talking about Whats with the surprised look? Dont look at me like that hun Ur penetrating look kills me It tickles ever single cell in me Bringing out that girlish feeling, I never thought i'll ever experience. aww.... *blushing* Enough with that smile of urs too darling so cheeky yet seductive hehehe... i know that u know it all Everything that's runing in my mind But do you have to smile and show it??? *shy shy* Thanks to u kutty, im now smiling to myself Sounds crazy??? hell...yeah!!! With you beside, Ordinary nights are no longer the same Empty dreams are filled with us, Us- living happily under one roof Its YOU who brough this love in me And its YOU that my heart yearns for To be Urs n Urs Alone The sense of being belonged- Speecless .... Being belonged to YOU - No one word in the dictionary can define that I never know what ill do without u... Nor the happiness and light you have brought My darling kutty..... You are always My life....My baby... My kutty.... I LOVE YOU..... *Muaks Muaks Muaks*

Monday, April 09, 2007

Ξ-- f|eRyJuNgLe ------> f|eRy + JuNgLe --Ξ

7 days that felt like 7 years since she last heard from him. Numerous calls till she lost count. All done with one hope, just one – to hear his voice. To know that he’s fine. Again n again she tried. Till fingers became sore.

The number of sleepless nights increased. She couldn’t bring herself to even catch a few winks. Simply because she didn’t wanted to miss his call. Each time the phone rang, she answered hoping it would be him.

What could have happened? Never was she in such a situation before. Each second passed with fear. As much as she hoped he was fine, she couldn’t digest the rising fear in her.

Standing there, helplessly, she called and asked everyone she knew. Various people gave myriad hypothesis. Each being so different from another. Which to believe – she had no idea. Hope..hope… and hope it was…

Hoping he would call her. A miss call at least. Just to know his fine. What had she don’t for fate to take such a twist? Why would he just vanish into the thin air? He was the one who thought her the power of love. N now his the one, who is teaching her to give up on love.

With every ticking moments, she could sense her hopes fading n her retreating back to the 4 walls she was once locked up in. why did he do this to her? WHY? That was the only thing she wanted to know.

He once boasted that he knew every single thing about her. How she feels, how she thinks, how she reacts…yes, reacts. If he claimed to know all that, wouldn’t he know now how she felt with his absence? The thoughts that would be running in her mind?How she would react when she doesn’t hear from me? then why do this?

As she brooded about it, only one thing seemed crystal clear. He never lover her as much as he claimed to have. It was she the one who had been pouring endless love into this relationship.

Mind boggling isn’t it. seeing the fact that it was he who came to her, claiming to be in love with her. Now, once she had felt that comfort zone called LOVE n started accommodating to it, with his silence alone, he has chased her away.

She’s back to her 4 walls. The walls that kept her away from the virus called LOVE. She has had enough. Actions speak louder than words. His silence and absence alone has thought her so much. She has once walked this path. Now she would have to walk it again, only this time the path is more challenging.

Filled with thorns and memories of him penetrating her battered soul, she walks the path… the path of sorrow, the path she never thought she would walk again since she had him, the path that spelled misery.

Deep down, she still hopes that someday he would return. A return that would answer her one and only question – WHY…. Till then, as she walks, she hopes with tears running down her face…..

*Never ending cries*

Saturday, April 07, 2007

§ LoVe-hate WorLd §

I love chocolates

I hate escalators

I want to sleep n sleep

I don’t want to work

I love coffee

I hate insects

I want to go back home

I don’t want vegetables

I love story books

I hate charlatans

I want to be hugged n kissed

I don’t want to be cheated

I love Manchester United

I hate sad movies

I want to be the Prime Minister

I don’t want discrimination

I love black

I hate spicy food

I want a loquacious world

I don’t want liars

I love MiRC

I hate poetry

I want to have a dog shelter

I don’t want sympathy

I love talking

I hate alcholics

I want a magical life

I don’t want deadlines

I love caffeine

I hate packing n unpacking

I want a Cinderella love life

I don’t want poverty

I love debating

I hate traffic jams

I want to drive properly

I don’t want to tie my hair

I love rasam n bread

I hate Mr.Pipps

I want to speak English, Tamil n BM fluently

I don’t want to do housework

I love Coca Cola

I hate skirts

I want to attend classes online

I don’t want to pay my bills

I love my friends

I hate long boring lectures

I want 30 hours a day

I don’t want to clean my room

I love my family

I hate rude people

I love u

n yet I hate u

*winks wink winks*