THOSE FOURTEEN DAYS (3)

September 3 2015 didn’t depict any difference from previous days. One more day, one more journey! My mother had got the news from either of them. I didn’t tell anything. No need to say that she was unhappy after hearing it.

“Pack my belongings. Let me come to leave. This must be my last day in this house.” I told my mother and hanged the bag on my shoulder.

THOSE FOURTEEN DAYS (2)

The day (02-09-2015) had arrived for me to proceed. We picked out the file from the bag, which was filled with certificates. It was not heavy to carry. At the same time, I had to carry some expectations and excitements with me. 

THOSE FOURTEEN DAYS. (1)

From 1^st September 2015 to 14th September 2015.

Every journey begins to halt somewhere. And, every halt sets up a new journey. For some travelers, it’s mandatory. For some travelers, it’s an option. For few, it’s fun. For few, it’s an experience. But, for me it was a search. A real search. I thought I was traveling from learning to earning. I was traveling from nothing to something. I was traveling from questions to answers.

RIGHT OR WRONG? (SEX EDUCATION)

Sex education: needed are not needed was the debate of the movie Kutram Kadithal

Before going to the actual discussion, let me kill you by sharing some of my comical experiences.

POEM: THE LETTER, TO MY STRENGTH

Where are you hiding yourself my strength?

I am questing and requesting you to billow in me again.

I know you are aware of the happenings here

But why are you slumbering when my fate is offering me fear?

POEM: THE LETTER, TO MY ANGER

 Silently sleep my sensible anger

I don’t want your stillness to be slain

Whatever happens to me happens for good

And not willing to use you for my personal pain

Cause, you are not for me and never for me.

RIGHT OR WRONG?

It’s a register marriage. A Hindu man marries a Christian woman without the consent of their parents. They fix Chennai as their source of income. The woman joins in a school where the man works as an engineer. The woman wants to talk to her mother and, was strictly rejected.

IS SHE JUST MY FRIEND?

“I love her, I love her so much. I sincerely love her and I miss her a lot. I don’t know how to bear this pain. I don’t know where to share this. At last fate has separated me from her. But, I feel like meeting her. I feel like talking to her. I want to hug her. I feel like leaning on her shoulder. I want to wipe her tears. I want her to wipe my tears.  I feel like eating with her. I feel like holding her hands. I feel like walking with her as I did.

WHAT IS WRONG IN THAT?

A month ago my friend and I had gone to design a website. There was a problem in it so he was unsatisfied with the previous designing. The web designer came and they conversed more than two hours. I was listening without uttering a single word. The atmosphere was new to me. I tried mustering some details from both. As a Blogger I felt happy for knowing them. Web designing is not an easy job. They have to work till the customer is satisfied. Sitting in a particular place for a long time will not fit to my nature. They were correcting each and every part of the web. It was enthralling but I felt like having a small break. However, I thought of sharing it in my Blog if it was more interesting. It was informative and interesting too. But, I, sometimes, think of the readers also. For that designer, it was a business. For my friend, it was a service. For me, it was a learning and experience. Three members, one place, one purpose but the journey was the same. The path was the same. The end also was the same. But, the goal differed from person to person. After that successful conversation, we came out. My friend asked about the experience. I said it was nice. He asked me where you tired in the middle. I said not much. He asked me about the experience. I was slightly fatigued in the middle. But not disinterested. I was searching something for my Blog I said.

‘Now a days I notice you are trying to write each and everything in your Blog’. He said.

’ Not exactly! I try to write only fascinating things which can be read by the readers. Moreover, I don’t want them to feel bored’.

‘That’s not an issue. One day you may get addicted to it. For example, you may go somewhere only for writing.’

’ I may not go like that.’ I replied.

‘Moreover, I think too much and take too much of time to put incidents in my Blog’.

But now, I think, I need to write a lot to survive in this world. Only two things may come till my death I think. One is my cane and the other one is my Blog.  As he said, now, I am thinking of going somewhere only for the experience. Only for writing.

What’s wrong in that?

POEM: THE LETTER, TO MY DESIRE

I feel happy for your death

But I feel sad for my survival

I feel pity for your unending attempts

But, I feel proud of my loss and victory.

ARE YOU ANGRY WITH ME SHALINI?

Shalini, did her post graduation with me for two years. She is still in touch with me. Today, I sent her friendship day wishes. But, the reply came.

WILL ANYBODY DISLIKE ME FOR THIS?

Nearly a week ago, I was chatting with Megha about likes and dislikes. She finished her part and asked me back. At that time, I couldn’t order those ten particular things which I am not interested in. I thought it would be better to post it in my Blog. She acquiesced. Here are those ten things I dislike.

WHERE DO THEY COME FROM?

Day before yesterday, National federation of blind (NFB) conducted the car rally accompanied by Madras motors sports club (MMSC). More than 90 visually challenged participated. They were called navigators. Apart from them, many other workers participated. I went for the first time. Mohan raj called me. He already registered my name. He took Suganya also with him.

WHO IS THE FATHER OF MY CHILD?

Mahesh is responsible for all the past happenings in this case. Nearly more than two years, my hesitation sustained. He was insisting me to have one and he was already having one. I didn’t show much interest in this matter. He had always been good at encouraging others in this regard.

It continued in my life also. I was totally vacuous about this procedure, but He is experienced and expert. Tomorrow the child is going to be one year old.

CAN ANYBODY CONVEY MY ANSWER TO HER?

It was Ennore railway station and sharply 9:00 in the morning. I was asked to come yesterday for a small talk to the YCS/YSM students. Leo called me day before yesterday. I haven’t prepared I said. Just answer to their question he said. Carlos and Vallan came to pick me up and dropped me in the venue. Father Charles invited me. Million thanks to him.

CAN I SLEEP TONIGHT WITHOUT THANKING HER?

I am filled with blissful thoughts but do not know how to express. Today is the day, written for me to thank her from my heart. The voice of my heart turns into the gratitude of my heart today.

POEM: THE LETTER, TO MY PEACE

 Hi my dear lost peace

How are you after leaving me?

Here I am not fine in your absentia!

Hope you are also doing the same.

WHERE ARE YOUR FEATHERS?

It was first April 2015. The day of my IBPS bank results. I was waiting in front of my lap top. It was first Wednesday of the month. Power shut down for the maintenance purpose in our village. I knew that. Still, waited with little hope. Result would be around 9:10 am. I read in bankersada website. It was 9:03. Power off!

POEM: THE LETTER, TO MY LIGHT

I still remember our very first meeting

It took place in our hostel dining hall

You came, sat before us and joined for lunching

Rice, buttermilk, Chappathi and daal

SHOULD I TELL THIS TO MY PARENTS?

“Do you have vision or not?” somebody was asking someone in the train while I was travelling to Beach station yesterday. I was tending on the iron-wall of the train. Twenty minutes ago, my friend Thameem had called me but I couldn’t pick for I was in the certificate counter to receive my original documents for the purpose of bank job. I thought of calling him after boarding.

“Open your mouth and say. Do you have vision or not?” the person continued.

He might have asked it for more than five times I think. I was wondering like, whom is he asking?

HOW WAS THE INTERVIEW?

It was 10-02-2015. I was called for a bank interview after clearing the written exam. Since I gave Indian overseas bank as my first preference in my application form, I was called by them I deem. I reached the main branch of Indian overseas bank with my father at 12:00 Pm and obeyed the order of registering our name in the entrance. While my father was completing the formalities,

POEM: THE LETTER, TO MY POST GRADUATE CLASS MATES

All of us are indeed aware of death

But none of us is ready to give up our breath.

Death comes first and heaven is told later in human’s life

Heaven was offered now parting is announced in college life!

SHALL I START BLABBERING NOW?

This life is a combination of destiny and desire. It is difficult to answer whether the desire sets the destiny or vice versa. The combination becomes a chaotic competition sometimes where the mind gropes for a constant conclusion.

POEM: THE LETTER, TO MY MIND

OH! My dear mind,

My benevolent mind

Show me a path

Where I am struggling to find.

WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE?

She departed from her home with her daughter to deposit money in the bank. Unexpectedly, in fact, unfortunately, she was noticed by transgender on the way. They stopped them and started demanding money. It can’t be called begging for it was not a request. She was terribly scared and stood on the road. Her daughter also stood aside.

IS FATE STRONGER THAN PRINCIPLES?

This life is filled with temptations. After posting my post “Happy birthday Jesus,” I promised Beatrice that I would surely post a humourous post soon. There is a time for everything. If it is written to happen no one can stop it. Finally it happened on 19-01-2015.

WHAT TO DO NOW?

Happy 2015 readers!

Whenever the New Year is born, I am tempted to hear this word “resolution” from people’s lips. They may be small, they may be big, they may be comical, they may be logical, and they may be achievable and non-achievable.