Pain in the heart...

Continuing with Manish's lines...

She ran her hands over his face, his hair, tears streaming down her face all the while...

The beautiful alpenglow is covered by thick dark clouds marching in the sky. The roar of thunder is frightening the little critters. In another second, their soggy togs clung to the skin. The tiny droplets found their way to the scalp.
Her tears got washed away. He sees a cloud of sadness everywhere. It is hard to him, to her and to them.
Heavy breeze is slapping their faces. Trees dancing with rustle of the leaves adds to this.
"I can see your shadow in the dark,your face twinkling like a star." he said.
"I am lulled to sleep when the sweet songs emanating from your vocal cord reaches my ear drum..."
"I can see the ever lasting universe in your eyes..."
she said. "Hold my hands and never leave me...promise me..."
Pups at the sight of their mother,soaked and limping in pain, run and start sagging its udders. Squirrels are joyously playing with their mates. Birds twittering...frogs croaking...crickets chirping...
The civil war in the country is leaving people at dismay...
"I am yours ...yours for eternity...but I have to leave..my nation is calling me."
"The harrowing plight of poor people battered to death is urging me to go...."
When hate and betrayel is reigning the world on one side, his love is sobbing in his arms on the other side.. But he made up his mind. He has to leave her. Leave her to fight for peace. Time is running by..People are dying..
He says "Darling..this air smells of blood of poor innocent people..it needs to be washed away to be filled with peace.. "
"I am leaving today..hoping for the betterment of man and mankind.."
"I will miss seeing your pretty face..golden smile..trust me I will be there beside you forever..."
A Kiss and "I Love You..goodbyee....."

My soul

20 honest things about me.....something goes wrong dhruv has it...

1. Shy, a "great" introvert but a careful observer...things jus cant go out of my way

2. Fickle minded..do things which r in accord with my pensive mood....

3. My identity: a mix of being comical, foolish, somber, deceptive...these conceal my penultimate qualitites which am carving secretly all the time..

4. Very meticulous in sharing my emotions..I will always keep my mouth n eyes closed n get lost into my own world of mystery..coz i believe there is always someone who can read ur lips n catch ur eyes...i want to keep some secrets even from god! (soundin weird a?)

5. My favourite dish is vangi bath(tamil word..)..assorted aubergine rice...

6. I always give least importance to my apparel..thts the way it is....

7. My dream girl is one who has dark black eyes, long hairs, sings well, has a sweet heart and always calls me by my name

7. Possessive about my things and selfish at times..but never envious about others..

8. I never tell things which can hurt nyone, not even little n silly things.....the thought of losing a friend always haunts me.. so i swallow my temper all the time

9. I love soft lilting music..westlife, blues to name some..I become so engrossed in it that it drives away my appetite..

10. Unplanned most of the times n weak in makin gud n prolific decisions..tryin to improve over it...

11. I demote myself from being a social animal to a lazy social creature...

12 Sleeping the best profession.......mastered the art of keepin my eyes wide in class n sleeping..

13. Lazy most of the time..

14. Love playing TT, football n basketball..

15. Like to be silent n solitary all the time ....but always jumping from within..

16. Currently reading 'A Walk to Remember'....movie which melted my heart to the ground..

17. I love listening to old people telling their experiences abt their days..

18. I hate travelling n horoscopes.....

19. Wanted to be in the defence forces...but turned out to be different....

20. Hunger is the greatest pain one can ever bear..cannot believe that over 6 million people die of starvation....it wil be the first one on my list to eradicate....

manish, teja, rams...ur tagged!!

School days..

Ever since I finished schooling, my delirious state of mind was even more delirious because I was exposed to making new decisions. Not to mention the melancholy that surmounted me as I left behind the best days of my life. I replenish my Heart's tributary of emotion with these bygone days to reflect back and eventually let them flow back into the river of eternal memories. Of the 8 years I spent at school, I have grown to choose my intimate friends and develop a good relationship with my teachers.

The first 4 or 5 years were fun and frolic type. In general everyone will be oblivious to what exactly is happening round him in his childhood. We just mingle with everyone in no time. Somedays were in my favour and some not--When everybody does the homework n I am the only one left out in class...n on the top if I am to face a stern teacher my day ends!. Some cheerful and some sorrowful. Sometimes I become a subject of mockery and sometimes I rule my thoughts -- Reminiscing upon this, I was once told to prove the similarity of triangles on the black board. It went very well. All of a sudden everyone in the class burst out into laughter. I even remember our math sir also laughing loud. I took a few paces back from the board and came to know that I was very very bad in drawing the triangles. They were long enough to fit the board!! Added to this, I also started laughing like hell.

Somedays were dull but most of the times comical--when rain god casts his spell, the games period is cancelled..gosh it sucks!!. Sometimes I am in peril(owing to my bad demeanor), n sometimes lucky. These mix of days were pivotal in moulding myself in one way or other. The crests n troughs are common. Infact one develops that ability to manage things in school when something goes wrong. Then again the teachers who played a special part. There was Mr. Bosco who was our NCC head as well as our english teacher. He was my source of inspiration. I can never forget Ms damayanthi..coz she is the only teacher who keeps an eye on girls all the time(we boys arent blind though!). She believes girls are more naughty than we boys. Can imagine the length of fun we used to have in that class!! Mr Abhraham whose famous lines "why do u'll howl like junglies" still echoes in my mind.

2 yrs in ncc gave me a lot. It gave me proper momentum to make a strong decision to join the armed forces. A challenge recognised correctly but worked upon weakly is the only reason I could throw up for not making it come true. Nevertheless, I kept moving. But its not a speck in an ocean which gets washed away in due time. That challenge is again an inspiration to take up the coming challenges.

I wish I could again go back in time and sit in the class listening to Mr Bosco explaining the English poems. But I am afraid the joy will also be gone.