Welcome to die!!!

Taking a nap
In the middle of the day
When your eyes strain to stay open
And it feels like heaven
On making yourself comfortable
On a pillow, or a hammock
which otherwise is the office desk
You are bound to kill anyone who interrupt.
You close your eyes,
even dreams are no priority
You feel weightless & ………
……..hmmmHmm . . . . hmmmmm
MmmmmmMMmmm…….
Ouch!! AND  What was that
Your EYES wide open
The sweetness and pleasure gone
You find the reason for your “OUCH”
Well, that’s Mr.Mosquito

The first thought that went in
Was how Mr. Bee disturbed Mr.Popeye
That his whole house went down to ashes

But this is ‘ME’ and I don’t need spinach
To handle the little devil
Who have come all the way
Just to disturb me

My lips stretch…
My best cruel look…
My eyes portray betrayal…
And the thought of the hour
‘WELCOME to DIE’
Poor Mr.Mosquito
Is not going to be a fugitive victim
Unaware that it woke my attention
Rest in arms, happy with the choice
& ready to dine
And the thought of the hour
‘ tasty bhi, Healthy bhi’
And ready, set, go…
SLAP!! Poor soul, a sandwiched fairy tale
Celebrating my victory
Long forgot the nap
I was back to my work.

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No one can replace you!!!

Drowned in sorrow
I sat on the milestone
Near the red orchids
And, This made a pretty view
But I could not see the beauty
I was lost, lost in my thoughts
A tear trickled down
It landed on the photo
Taken by the riverside
I held it close
It always made me smile
For I had pushed him hard
he had got drenched so bad.

What exactly went wrong
Why would I get so upset
I could not explain
But I knew it grieved my heart
I searched for a reason
messed up my thoughts
all those memories neatly stacked
Flew in turbulence.
He was my ‘best friend’
we were great together
Our  pair fabulous

Until the day he found
someone else far better
one who never really bothered
one who never could care
I tried, in vein,
To figure how it started
But soon I realized
He was moving away
Away, away from me
I realized with pain
Nothing would be the same again…
Never had i thought
it had started to end this way
I felt no anger
But an enduring pain
For he was leaving me
It would never be the same again…

May be, I started to be a bore
Or a nag or less pretty
For how easy
Someone would replace me!!!
Never will i forget him
But wish him all success….
I brushed away another tear
My agony uncontrollably clear
Past twilight, I had to leave…

It was then I Felt a hand on my shoulder,
the familiar warmth
Just another feeling,
It was hard to get over…
But it stayed longer
Then came a hug
He was back
A smile on his face
He  hugged me again
And, whispered in my ears
‘No one can replace you’!!!

My first attempt to be my own.

Yes I am young, i do love my family like everyone of you, just that i do not agree with them often. I think i am the only person born different here, or may be i think my siblings are like me and they are too young to show it. We live in the top floor of this old building for generations and nobody felt the need for a relocation. I think this place is boring, dark and stinky. I have the best parents in the world, just that my dad thinks in an old fashion way and my mom is too sensitive and over protective. I am the elder son and i wanted to make a difference. I wanted to explore the world out there. I could not convince my dad until the ratatouille movie gave me the guts to be adventurous. It inspired me a lot. When Remy, the rat, was abandoned, then, is when he did a great job. He was a chef himself. He had lot of qualities in him, so i think even i have them all. When Remy arrived at Paris from his dilapidated country side home his idol was dead, still he turned out to be a hero. I talked to dad about it that day. As i anticipated, he never got my point. 

‘Son, first tell me who is Remy’

‘Oh dad, he is my hero, he went against his clan and made a difference in their life’

‘Whose life?’

‘The rat life’

Yes, dad gave me the meanest look ever and replied ‘ well, we are not rats, We are squirrels, we are an aristocrat community and we don’t do what they do, no more discussions on this. You are not going anywhere out there’

That was it. I was done with my meeting with him. My clan always had a biased opinion against the rat community but i felt they were good in their on way. So I was left with no choice and made up my mind.  ImageNext day morning, i was standing out there, on my own. I was going to show my family my potential. I felt so good to see the beauty, the serene nature, the plants, the sun rays. It was a picturesque terrain and wondered why my dad was not an adventurous person, i felt bad that he was missing all this beauty.   I sang a song, i thought i sang well but no one around appreciated that. But i was not offended, i had a long way to go. I ran in full speed and the air felt good. I played with everything i saw there. It was day break and i was hungry. At home we never worry of food, we had enough. I thought of mom but pushed that thought away. I went in search of food. 

Slow and steady wins the race. But before i was slow, i spotted a big jack fruit nearby. Sight of the fruit was very impressive,  it was my lucky day. I made my way towards it. There was just one more tree for me to get over but then i heard a noise. I was brave, still i hid behind. Slowly i peeped down to see what was happening.

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I saw people. People, the fearsome and the magnificent community ever born. I had learned in school that they were a terror and the unbeatable. I was seeing some for the first time and did not feel very pleasant. I wanted to watch them. Remy in the movie had befriended them but i did not feel that was a  very good idea. They were pulling down the fruits and i was no way happy about it. I felt miserable when they pulled down mine. I was angry, i had spotted it first and they were taking it.

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 Remy was brave. I decided to encounter them. I made an instant strategic plan in my head to beat them. But i needed a plan B too, just in case, so i decided to go a step closer.ImageNow i could see them better. Whoa, they had so many things in their hand and machines that made unbearable noise. I feared even my plan B would not suffix. Before my plan C, a man had come so close. He had a weird thing in his hand and it made some light as he pressed a button. I guessed it to be a camera but what if it was something else. My mind gave the plan of action, RUN. Yes, we have been taught in school on how to face such situations and it said RUN and i did that.

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I ran in full fierce. But he still had that thing to him and he kept on pressing a button on it. Well, i was very offended. I was scared too. I decided to return to my clan. They may be old fashioned but now i think i know why they are not adventurous. Now i think i know why dad played safe. Suddenly i missed my family a lot.

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I was speeding home. I was hungry and felt miserable. I wanted to see mom. I felt bad on coming on such a pursuit without proper homework. But i had made up my mind, my first attempt may be a failure but at least i tried. I was going to come back but this time, with my family support. 

Water Droplets and Plants, are they the Best Buddies???

By early June rain starts, giving us a special joy. Our State Kerala is in its real beauty. We like the first rain and the smell of earth when the first drops of water spray in, but for most of us rains are a season. Is it the same for those plants? Everyone of us have become so busy these days we fail to notice the real joy of those water droplets. Kids get drenched in rains, they particularly like playing in water and sailing paper boats. You do agree, dancing in rains do not have a peer. Water dripping birds, we don’t see them much, I guess even they know to stay inside and sip hot coffee or hot chocolate. The story of ants saving food for the rain season and grasshopper hopping around make real sense, even they plan. But those plants, they seem to be more joyful about the rains than any of us.

ImageI feel those water droplets are like a close friend of those plants who come to visit them in the vacation, which is the rainy season for us. The plants are so happy they do all preparations to receive their friend and make them feel at home. Plants too wear a rain coat, like we do, which is a 2-in-1, it is the sun coat as well. The water droplets don’t soak them yet appear very beautiful on them and the sun rays don’t burn them either.

The plants love the rains so much that they keep the water droplets on them. They seem like children holding small things with so much want and affection, they hold it so firmly until they sleep. Remember the little girl trying to save a sun shine in a box in the pears ad. We as kids, have we not felt like bringing the mist home?? Plants too seem to share the same happiness.

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Drizzling rains are more romantic and melodious. Those tiny fresh drops joining a pool of water creating subtle ripples bring a special joy to watch.  I think plants and those water droplets become such thick buddies here too as they send their leaves to join them. When each drop of water hits a leaf, i feel the leaf nods to welcome them.ImageThose tiny water droplets make their life so meaningful and beyond expressions, it is sad if we fail to see the beauty of their closeness.

My ‘La Joconde’, on My Pink Wall

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Now, how ironical can that be, I had developed a special affection for Dan Brown as an author, from the time i laid my hands on the Da Vinci Code. Even when it intrigued a disturbing hype around, i was not moved by their theories but was fascinated by his capability to interlink various thought provoking issues and shed light on them. In no time, i had finished all his 4 books in a row. I would have read innumerable books and let my imagination fly on all their theories, but the like i developed for my ‘Mona Lisa’ Painting was something special. The Musse De Louvre and the grail were my favorite.

When one of my very close friends broke the news of his Europe trip, i said ‘Duhhh, good luck man’. When he said about the Swiss people, Museum of Ancient Art, Brussels and the drawing of his name made on the snow of Mt. Tiltlus, i said ‘ Ahhh, good for you dude’. Disneyland shook me for sure. I am no kid but i love Disneyland, how did i forget Paris and France were a part of Europe. It was my plan to go there one day, no matter even if i am an oldie but pay my tribute to Walter Alias “walt” Disney. I envied him when i saw his snap near the toy story characters.  But everything halted, not when he gave me the Remy Martin or the Manneken Pis chocolate but when i unwrapped the big pack he had brought for me. ‘Hey man, you sure this for me’ and he nodded.

I literally stopped breathing for a second when i tore open the pack, it was a framed piece of ‘La Joconde, Paris’, My Mona Lisa. She came to my hands, as a surprise, as a gift, and i swear my friend didn’t know how much i wanted her.

Its been a year since i had my wall painted an unprofessional strawberry pink. I had this portion blank, apparently, didn’t have a right piece of art to hang there. Well, now i have my ‘La Joconde’ and i hung her there, and i just cant stop getting satisfied by My Mona Lisa on my Pink Wall.