Lucky day

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Good Old days

              Bicycle days!

I don't think it's lame to write about a cycle. Even before writing this in my journal my brother asked me "Are you really writing about a cycle?".Why not? I loved those days like every kid , but I never knew epiphanies hurt so badly and it does worse when the changed one is 'me’. Okay, let’s start from 7 years before...

Like every kid (especially 90's kids), I was very much exited about owning a cycle. Though I didn't know how to ride( 'wishes always doesn't need reasons' ),I wondered "what are the thing impossible for a cycle less kid" and I was literally blown out by millions of answers. So obviously i started being so stubborn and perpetually asked for a cycle to my parents. According to the survey taken by the local-9-year-old-survey (LNYOS) I found out that there were only a dozen of kids who owned cycles. I was always sunk in the reveries like how fast I could move with cycles, honking all the way through the street (whoa!). I was just a lucky fellow back then; I got my cousin's brand new BSA champ bicycle when she shifted to Australia!!!

I unpacked the cycle and stared at it for a few minutes and then i collected my lower jaw from the floor. It was one of those moments when you climbed the Mount Everest and taking photographs for the media. But then came the real problem, I don't know how to ride it. I felt like dog that got a raw coconut (but a brand new fantastic coconut). Then I started practicing on our gravel filled courtyard. My cycle had a cool seat filled with cartoon images. I contributed a few more stickers that I got free with children's magazine. I fell down infinite times but you know this-means-war! I was really in grief when I saw scratches on that shiny metallic sky blue surface and not on my knees and elbows. The biggest accident was when I fell down on the pit where we planted the palm. Obviously, My-cat-woman-mom rescued me.

Finally my hard work was worth. I started riding the cycle through the smooth roads. I still remember when i whooed in the joy of learning to ride cycle my teachers who were returning from school stared at me like 'If she rides like this we are going to get a leave tomorrow’. I didn't care, because i was in the third world where only we both existed.

After some years like 2 and a half, the new lady bird cycles were released. Most of the girls wanted one. I also felt an irresistible urge in me to get one. I started seeing reveries and compared it with my BSA champ. Bigger tires, cool handles,.....blah-blah.On a rainy day my dad presented me the new lady bird which was cool brown colored with a bridge like progression on the center. I was a 13 year old that time.

Then after a couple of years more my aunt bought a wonderful scooty.I learned to drive it so swiftly and felt cozy riding it than a cycle. Then I started madly driving it as a replacement to the cycle. Gradually the lady bird moved to the roof top with my BSA champ. Then my little cousin sister took those cycle to her home while I sat without waving a final good-bye. Now I can understand how it felt. I don't regret giving it to her (she is my only sweet little sis), but I'm extremely sad. Currently, I'm at a situation in which I doesn't have either cycle or scooty and for the cherry on the top my brother bought a new cycle and he doesn't allow me to ride it or even touch it (just because he love it too much).I don't deserve to care it anymore...

'People changes, but memories not'..But I hate it when I changes revocably...

Torn pages..

This poem is a memoir; the glimpse of the turned pages of my life. The wonderful days of friendship and fathomless sisterhood..!

                                        FOREVER CONQUERED SHOULDERS

                   

When last bench made me it's native,

I saw you all glance at me.

Pounding of heart watered my eyes,

I felt your kindness warm me.

When you hold my hands,

And put those arms around me,

Seldom did I thought it's for forever

That you conquered my shoulders!

Novelness drown me in its sea,

You rescued me perversely.

Then the bench tied us to one,

Later you all seemed just like me!

Then we pranked, loved, had fun and

Got punished, stole lunches, nick named,

Fell in troubles, patted when won or failed,

Laughed till our stomach ached.

But never did we know how tiny time was!

Or how brutal was the fate!!

Autographs pierced our hearts, so did the-

good byes and waving of hand and tears.

Then we remembered, we are never apart,

Our shoulders were forever conquered!!

A memoir.

AN EXTRAORDINARY ORDINARY JOURNEY.

Closing the eyes and focusing a single minute in a noisy bus when its chaotically full and filled with cacophony seems impossible. My consciousness was chastising me and i felt weird. The storm outside was competing with the people inside. The blurry moist front glass of bus looked like the perpetually broad French window to gaze the world. Those crystal blue eyes were calm and reckless, totally oblivious to everything! That 3 and a half foot little soul observed everything that we missed (nevertheless I felt it).He watched the bugs browse through the glass, opened his mouth in amazement when he saw the over flowing river is almost touching the bridge. He grinned when those little drops from the umbrella hit his face..By the time the only thing I could do was getting annoyed by the haphazard sounds of bus and people. I kind of envied him. It was then i heard from his mother who was sitting nearby the little lad that the boy was born oblivious to the chaotic world or he is deaf and dumb. Obviously the enormous sympathetic looks fell on him but never mine’s. He never bothered. I felt he is blessed because he listens with his heart, see with his soul and talks with his eyes. Why we need our ears, eyes and tongue if we don’t ‘listen’, ‘see' and 'talk'??

THE WORLD IS IN CHAOS AMIGOS!!!!!

A poem

                       ODD LIFE                   

feels like blind, but its not dark!

Eyes are flashed out, but it's not flash!

Maybe it's sun, not the sun I know,

And also a weird layer of fog that chokes me.

Sun is burning, so as the Earth;

Seldom moves the sun like the way it did.

Winter is late; autumn isn't over so.

Leaves keep falling, but they don't stop!!

Little sparrow starts leaving the place,

But the walking tall creature don't !

It didn't know, they doesn't notice.

They just keep touching and staring ,

at a wide glowing screen!

Clouds roar, lights and run.

Sounds cluttered the creature's ears.

They came out to check from the cozy den,

It was rain! they thought it was no more!!

It was drop of green and joy,

And so does the petrichor grew!!

It was when the creatures knew,

For all their life was odd without it!!

obsession stories;Unlimited

      OBSESSION  STORIES;UNLIMITED              

 I believe it's world's most tough job to stay away from obsessions. At different ages we are at different worlds,stalking on something we believe that it completely belongs to us.I bet there is no kid in the world who once doesn't had a favorite cartoon,there is no teenager who doesn't has a favorite book or movie or sport.Obsessions; that crazy interests make every person love his life.My life also goes on stalking about books and movies. I've got a big mouth when somebody asks about my obsession.Yes,it's true that my obsessions are stories; stories of my life at different times...

                     Nobody will believe if I tell once my ambition was to become 'Tarzan'!It was a summer vacation,my uncle brought a DVD contain 'Lion king' and 'The tarzan' movies with full sequel.I started watching tarzan first.The animation was just amazing.I was really astonished by the sound of infant tarzan. The jungle boy's adventures made me his fan.I couldn't stalk it too much because I was only 7 when I got it.After that it was 'Harry Potter Series'.I loved the movies and the characters.Hogwarts was a dream place where i would like to live forever.Still I love Harry potter series.But I wasn't too much crazy about it, God knew that there was another thing that was made for me to love it for all life time.

                     

                     During a sunday when I was just 11, I just watched a Chinese movie 'Shaolin Soccer'.OH!! I still remember how heavenly I felt after watching it.I really wanted to learn football, but unfortunately I couldn't. I was just a fat kid.But I was very crazy about it.But time made me forget it.The next two years I saw the remaining Harry potter series and so many cartoons like Scoobey Doo,Jungle book,etc.But the best was yet to come.

                    When I was in 8th grade,on a school day we had a library hour.The library teacher was so strict, we sometimes called library as 'Dracula castle'!I liked to read books, but I don't return them on time.that day was a Friday, so I feared that monday I'll forget to bring the books.I decided not to take books that day.When I was leaving the library with bare hands, library teacher called me and said "Ankitha, Why did you came here? this is a library, not a film theater to enjoy the show and leave the place".God!!!I went back and took a book even without looking it's name.Then i went home and opened it.It was Daniel Defoe's  'The Robinson Crusoe'.I read the whole book and just hugged it.I loved it so much.I was so much interested in 'getting lost' from that day!Almost for one and half years there were nothing but only about 'Robinson Crusoe  in my mind.After that I read Moll slanders,Gulliver's travels,treasure Island,Adventures of Tom sawyer,Don Quixote etc.By the end of the year I also started to stalk about the great actress Meryl Streep. But I was really made for stalking an another fantastic book and movie series...

                     Once during a vacation my cousin had told me  a wonderful story of a vampire falling in love with an ordinary girl.Yes, It was all about Stephanie Mayor's 'The twilight Saga'.Then I saw the first movie, read all the book sequels and started waiting for the movie every year.I stalked about it a lot and still I continue.My friends,cousins and many people had told me I'm mad and this is nonsense.But as you all know that's what obsession is!!! Then I read wonderful series of Richelle mead's 'The Vampire Academy'.It was just awesome.As a result all my browsing history is filled with twilight and vampire academy.Then I became crazy about few more books and movies like The school of rock,The hunger games series,Julie and Julia,I love you Beth cooper,Mean girls,Etc.I read Nicholas sparks 'The notebook' a few months ago.I am speechless about it.I watched the movie too.It just stole my heart.I loved it.I bought all Nicholas sparks's books and read, watched it's movies adaptations too.I loved all but 'the notebook' was very special.

         The only star I admire most is Angelina Jolie.She inspires me so much.I admire her a lot.I'm very obsessive with Angie.Her book 'The notes from travels' are fantastic.I read Suzanne Keysen's 'Girl interrupted' and when the movie came out Lisa rowe's performance ripped my heart.It was great.A usual I started stalking about it and became crazy.I loved it.

            

               I know whoever is reading this post will get their brains burst out.But I know you won't mind it, because everyone's obsession stories are endless and we know the universal fact 

"WE HAVE GOT A BIG MOUTH WHILE TAKING ABOUT OBSESSIONS!!!!"

       

              

  

Through the last days

  Thus every drop of rain is hesitating to fall, leaves are reluctant to sprout,birds that are gone forever, land that burnt , river that dried and the last fading hope.
It is not about the end of the world.!The only difference is that it's not predetermined like we think.Nature is begging for existence.The living had came to an end and now its the beginning of survival. Greenery is brushed out. The cruel smile of 'victory' had done it.It won't long so far.Our hearts had become hollow like the plastic bottle we throw.The hotness we feel is the 'fever'.The fever of a planet which is making  her to leave forever.The change of seasons we feel is her stress,the terrific silence we feel is her unconsciousness and she saves something, maybe anger.She lost every sort of trust,love,affection,care,sympathy ,joy,pleasure and everything.Make your ear sharp and mouths closed,you can hear the rapid breaths and weeping of  a 'mother'!!!

Why??our hands,our minds,our thoughts,our sounds and our deeds had made everything.There is no time for confession and to show the crocodile tears.But the ultimate fact is that "It is us who are going to suffer".Nobody cared anything.Their eyes were blind due to the greed and pride about something  which they owned (all that is mirage,nobody own's anything).Remember!!We wouldn't long for any single result due to the rage of the planet.We are so creepingly tiny.

Make the mind pure as a snow drop. Realize that we are nothing in this world...

Then that small leaf bud will arise,that little bird will clear her throat,that river will  slowly begin to scroll and finally the petrichor will rise again..........................