An evening walk towards the garden

When the mornings get used to be the sight of a long tailed peacock's vanity and the not-so-charming cries of it, along with the sweet cooing of cuckoos, chirping sparrows and parrots, squeaking squirrels, screeching monkeys playing around and what not!, you would wonder how nature's lap is right in the middle of the hustle bustle of the capital city! And here I am standing in the small balcony of my room watching the morning delight. 

A week has snailed away. Though physically present, the mind and heart is still at home, miles and miles away. To break the monotony, the evenings have now become wandering times, like yesterday's stroll towards the beautiful Lodhi garden. Having been confined in the four walls of my room for many hours, a short evening walk was very much needed. And hence I started off to go to anywhere where my legs can take me. The greenery demarcating the pavements and the roads were beaming with freshness and life. And there the sign board towards the garden! The Lodhi garden! 

The place is ornamented with lots of plants and trees. The intoxicating fragrance of jasmins welcom each and everyone, infilterating through the nostrils. The ruins of the monument constructed during the Lodhi period standing tall in the well maintained and beautiful landscape, is a sight worth to be seen. When the mind is cluttered, spending time with yourself in a place like this indeed helps you to heal yourself and calm the mind. 

And there again! The cries of peacocks never fail to wake me up from each reverie! 

Adieu

 Adieu!!

Lost in thoughts she flew across

To the depths of life, which made her so

Swaying and swivelling, rather holding still
Forward she marched, hoping for light.

Tumbled across a shining stone,
Took it up and held it close
Peeked into her shivering hands
Gazed it, 'was dazzling in pride.

Again she moved holding it tight
Little in mind of the owners's plight
Never had she seen a thing so bright
Never will, she again though!

The days've made her weary, not weak
Holding her head up did she walk
The treasure she held made her heart
Skip a beat, but with joy!

Beautiful was it, bright and light
Held it close, as if it was her right
The thought of losing instilled a fear
Why it was, little did she know!

Alas! The time has come at last
To leave it where it really belongs,
Battling her inner mind with might
Took it out and caressed yet again.

The master is waiting with yearning eyes
The little precious, wasn't a stone alone,
She cherished the thing with no less time,

Whispered it close,"I bid you adieu"!

One more weekend..!

This post has been confined in a Word sheet for more than one month; thanks to my love for procrastinating posts......



Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could ever invent- Mr.Sherlock Holmes, the bestest detective the world of fiction has ever seen. Thanks to the pretty long weekend, that made me a Holmes lover in a quick go. Weekends are always next to hell when spent in a TV-less room(like ours), save in the presence of a laptop or a good book in hand…and that book did serve its purpose this weekend as well, which made me begin this note with a quote from it itself.

 Whenever I’m all alone, it’s natural that my mind flutters from one thought to another. The last weekend when I went to my grandma’s place, it was quite an experience. I managed to get into one sleeper compartment of the giant iron wagon where some old passengers had already taken up their seats. The tea and snack vendors started taking their toll as soon as the train started moving. The fellow old people started their conversation. Their topics were ranging from medicine, to rail coach factories, to internal problems hindering the nation’s development, to bribery…to a lot of brewing issues that take up a lot of space in newspapers. It was quite surprising how they know so many things, and that too with an in depth knowledge about the topics they were discussing. The noteworthy part is that even though they were from different places like Kerala and Tamil Nadu, they knew the pros and cons of being in those states, their government policies and stuffs like that. Being a person who rarely touches newspapers and hardly watch discussions in TV’s, the experience in that train journey was quite a wonderful and enlightening one.

As a resident of a suburban area, the common view from our corridor is the large area of barren land with patches of shrubs, where peacocks and mynas fly around, bordered by the shooting skyscrapers, including my office as well. The still afternoon air and the hot climate which ruins the afternoon nap of weekends is the soul responsible factor making me jot down these lines facing the vast land around. Oh my!! When power will come!!

Evening cafe

With a mouthful of idli, I was running two floors upstairs, cursing the identity card inventors (who so ever that could be!) to take the damn collar belt for entering the building. Guess I should put a reminder for taking that as well every morning before going down for breakfast. As usual I was getting late to take the 9’O clock shuttle cab that takes me from MVC to SEZ (SEZ is where my 'dear' office is and MVC the sister building,which's nearer to my hostel from where i take shuttle cabs to SEZ).Since getting bus from my place to there is as promising as getting 6 sixes in an over, I gave up the idea of catching one even on that eleventh hour as well. Getting out from there, I took a 1 km hasty walk in that hot sunny morning. Finally after all those hustle and bustle, somehow I managed to get my morning cab…..Phew! The satisfaction of achieving the elusive pantheon of cab seat reined over the head whenever I was the last one to get into the hourly arriving cabs there. Thus my day used to begin with not much surprises till a week back, when I was in regular shift. And here I’m typing in front of the screen among people who’re storming their brains and banging their head on the keyboard for the colorful letters to come out extraordinary.

Let me warn you beforehand itself. This post is having no subject or a predicate stuff. This is just to remind myself, and my friends who’d asked me to blog something, that I’m here. To be frank, no topic had excited me enough to write something in this special place of mine. ;) Anyway, I would like to jot something here now. Let it be about the normal evenings of mine in this leafy area of Coimbatore town.

The blurred, faintly colored arch on the last week’s evening sky had been replaced with the dark rain clouds today, marking the onset of rainy season here. It’s hard to believe how the sky starts darkening as soon as the needle strikes six. The infinite blanket above was tinted with orange light. Boarding from the cab I used to walk to my hostel. But since I’m in afternoon shift now, walking has become a near history. The sun might’ve already gone behind the mountain ranges which line the far earth, which would’ve welcomed me if I had to walk back my hostel. The rumpled clouds were titter-tattered across the shining sky. It seemed as if the nature is at its best this evening. The road leading to my hostel is laced on both sides with weeds and shrubs, and a narrow so-called walkway on either side, through which all the inmates of that place balance along to reach the other side. The straight road is flanked with many small hotels, grocery shops and browsing centers. Guess I do miss those quite evening walks. This reminds me another fact that it's been a week i'd talked with my roommates!! :| The hot coffee mug of mine and I myself staring behind the glass windows facing the wastelands on the back of our grotesque office building is going to be a normal evening break from office works from now on I guess, for some days at least.

AnoTheR caTastroPhe

How can a piece of music be so irritable?!! The sound of bells intertwined with chimes are produced in such an awful manner which could send annoying spirits down the spine of each and every victim of this pesky noise! Well…. don‘t misunderstand me or start throwing tantrums on me if you are an ardent fan of music who cannot stand to hear a single complaint against it. I’m actually referring to the alarm tone of my phone which finds no excuse in waking me up every day. How I detest that noise! And I could say with no doubt that the all-time-irritating sound for any person would be his/her alarm tone, even if it has once been his favorite song, even if it has pocketed the hearts of a hell lot of people. So, to be plain and simple, to make someone hate a song, make it as his alarm tone ;)

Though mind revolts against the sound of it when it plays, many a times it has been my life saver, to be a bit milder, day saver at least! And to be brutally honest, a great sleep-lover like me can never sleep peacefully if this instrument has not been invented! Though alarm clock has been in use from eons ago, I don’t think anyone has given or even attempted to give an appraisal about it, except me . ;) Jotting down about it here is just that I felt thanking this device, or rather say the application of my phone , for its unrelenting service in waking me up as well as each and every person who depends on it every day. So here it goes…this post is dedicated to my dear irritating alarm tone…keep ringing!! :D