Saturday, 14 February 2009

A poll transformed into a post

A holiday is always good. Event hough my lab exams are starting on 17th, haven't started to feel the heat yet. I woke up late and thought about the various ways to pass time, as I would do on any holiday.

Thought of reading some book but I was too lazy for it. Sitting in front of the computer was a more effortless thing to do. I started to browse the internet but after some time, got bored again. Checked the class blog but there weren't any new posts in it. Thought of posting something idiotic in the blog, as I always do, but felt that laziness won't allow me to type.

Suddenly, I had that idea. Think!!! That would be a nice timepass as I haven't done much of that in my life. And I won't have to move from the chair also. I started to think straight away, assuming it to be the most effortless thing. But I had no idea what to think about. After the confusion for a few minutes, I decided to think about the blog itself, discarding other serious topics which were under consideration ( Like which all movies did I watch last week?, shall I have lunch from outside or from the mess itself? etc.)

What all changes might come to this blog in the future? More posts, more members, different labels.. what else?

Oh.. yea.. A girl might become a member. That would be a significant change indeed, I thought. If one of the nine girls becomes a member, who would it be?
It seemed to be a perplexing question. I couldn't think of anyone's name in particular. I had that idea of creating a poll, in order to know you guys' opinion. My thoughts went on, and at last, it was in this form. Question is there, above. Here are the options, not in any particular order. Now if you relate a particular description with anyone, it's not my fault, it's totally yours.

1) The one who has miserably misunderstood the time at which class starts though no one really minds that. ( In fact, everyone loves that late arrival !! Don't ask why)

2) The one and only one Reliance customer in our class (Most probably in the whole Trivandrum also) ever since I quit Reliance. Also known as 'big B' of our class.

3) The one who used to look ferociously at boys if they came within a five meter distance with her, in the first few months of first year (only).

4) The one who dresses like she is living in a European country.

5) The one who is rated as the better looking girl in our class, by most people (That itself reveals the poor state of our class). What to tell !! Mookkilla rajyathu murimookkan rajavu !!

6) The one whose face expression never changes.

7) The one whose voice was hardly heard anytime.

8) The one who is an idiot or at least behaves like one. Try asking 'It's not a crime being an idiot.. is it?' Reply will be too sweet.

9) The one who seems (read stressing the previous word) too friendly, takes down notes with great care, even uses a pencil for diagrams.

P.S. - 1) Hope I don't offend anybody. There's nothing serious in it.

2) Sorry for posting such a thing on such a special day.

ഹ്റ്ദയത്തിലൊട്ടിക്കുന്ന ബാന്‍‌ഡ് എയിഡ്

നീ എനിക്കു മറ്റെന്തിനെക്കാളും, മറ്റാരെക്കാളും വലിയ കൂട്ടുകാരനാണെന്ന് മനോഹരമായി പുഞ്ചിരിച്ചു കൊണ്ടു മൊഴിഞ്, അതു മാത്രമാണെന്നും, അതിനെക്കാള്‍ കൂടുതലൊന്നുമല്ലെന്നും ഒരിക്കല്‍ കൂടി ഓര്‍മിപ്പിച്ച്,അവള്‍ നടന്നകന്ന നിമിഷം തൊട്ടേ നെടുകെ പൊട്ടിയ ഹ്റ്ദയവും പൊത്തിപ്പിടിച്ച് മനസ്സിനിള്ളിലെവിടെയോ താന്‍ തന്നെ പണിഞ്ഞ ഇരുട്ടു മുറിക്കുള്ളില്‍ അവന്‍ ഇരിക്കാന്‍ തുടങ്ങിയിരുന്നു.

അഞ്ചാറാഴ്ചകള്‍ക്ക് ശേഷം അവന്റെ കൂട്ടുകാര്‍ അവനെ പിടിച്ചെഴുന്നേല്പ്പിച്ച് കൈപിടിച്ച് നടത്തിക്കാന്‍ തുടങ്ങിയ നാളുകളിലൊന്നില്‍ തന്റെ ഹ്റ്ദയത്തില്‍ നിന്നിപ്പോഴും വേദനയുടെ തീരശ്മികള്‍ ഉടലെടുക്കുന്നുണ്ടെന്ന് അവന്‍ പരാതി പരഞപ്പോള്‍ കൂട്ടുകാരിലൊരാള്‍ അവന്റെ ഹ്റ്ദയത്തിന്റെ ഭിത്തിക്കുമേല്‍ ഒരു ബാന്‍‌ഡ് എയിഡ് ഒട്ടിച്ചുവച്ചു.

അങ്ങനെ ബാന്‍‌ഡ് എയിഡ് നല്‍കിയ ക്റ്ത്രിമ സുരക്ഷാബോദത്തിന്റെ ഉറപ്പുമായി നടക്കാന്‍ തുടങ്ങി അധികനാള്‍ കഴിയും മുന്‍പേ തന്റെ ഹ്റ്ദയ ഭിത്തിക്കുമേല്‍ ഒട്ടിച്ച ബാന്‍‌ഡ് എയിഡിന്റെ അരികുകള്‍ ഹ്റ്ദയ ഭിത്തിയില്‍ നിന്നും വേര്‍പ്പെടാന്‍ കടുത്ത പരിശ്രമം നടത്തി വരുന്ന്നത് അവനറിയുന്നത്.

ബാന്‍‌ഡ് എയിഡിന്റെ വശങ്ങളില്‍ തന്റേതല്ലാത്ത ഉണങ്ങിയ രക്തക്കറകള്‍ കാണുക കൂടി ചെയ്തതോടെ ഒരു ഞെട്ടലോടെ ആ ബാന്‍‌ഡ് എയിഡ് മറ്റൊരുത്തന്റെ പൊട്ടിയ ഹ്റ്ദയത്തിനെ കൂട്ടിച്ചേര്‍ക്കാന്‍ ഒട്ടിച്ച്, അതിന്റെ ലക്ഷ്യം പൂര്‍‌ണമായി നിറവേറ്റപ്പെടും മുന്‍പു പറിചെടുത്താണ്‌ തന്റെ ഹ്റ്ദയത്തിന്മേല്‍ വച്ചുകെട്ടപ്പെട്ടതെന്നവന്‍ മനസ്സിലാക്കി.

ഉറക്കമില്ലാതിരുന്ന ഒരു പാടു രാത്രികള്‍ക്ക് ശേഷം,ആ രാത്റി, പൊട്ടിയ ഹ്റിദയങ്ങള്‍ കൂട്ടി ഒട്ടിക്കുന്ന ബാന്‍‌ഡ് എയിഡിന്‌ ഒടുക്കത്തെ ഡിമാന്‍‌ഡാണെന്ന് മനസ്സിലാക്കിയ ആ രാത്റി, അവന്‍ സുഖമായുറങ്ങി.

1) ഈ കഥ ഇതെഴുതിയ ആളുടെ കിറുക്കന്‍ വിചാരങ്ങള്‍ മാത്രമാണ്‌.
2) ഇതു ഫെബ്രുവരി 14-ന് പോസ്റ്റ് ചെയ്യപ്പെട്ടതു തികച്ചും യാദ്റ്ശ്ചികമാന്ണ്.

Wednesday, 4 February 2009

Confessions 2 (The letter)

Confession 2 (Page 1)
Confession 2 (Page 2)
Confession 2 (Page 3)

I walked out of the house. I knew I was leaving my mind behind. It was difficult to make a choice, but he has just made it easier. As I walked on towards the bus stop, I felt the handbag on my shoulder getting heavier. Was it his weeping heart in there or my guilt growing larger? I couldn't resist anymore. I slipped my hand inside and took out the letter. It said..

"You might not remember the last time I saw you. It was during our farewell party. I'd something valuble in my hands that day. Something I should have given you. I hadn't it was not mine to keep - the words in that letter I held. I almost gave it to you, but then you were holding someone else's hand. That piece of paper might have turned to dust on the party floor but the words still remain with me. I realised only yesterday that holding on to that which wasn't mine has led to me being so now. I'm giving it to you now, again.

Dated: Ten Years ago
You might not know me, but I've loved you for four years. It's time to say goodbye. Where you least expect there's always someone special. I've always wished I'd been that someone for you. - JFx

Life often doesn't give you second chances, but I've been given one. I want to add one line to the letter. May I call you back into my life?"

I lifted my eyes off the letter and looked at the handbag that hung by my shoulder as if it was some kind of tabooed artefact. Hesitatingly, I opened it and took out a piece of paper. It was torn at the edges. It seemed crumbled but had been neatly straightened out and folded. I carefully opened that. Yes! the letters matched.. I couldn't stop now, but answered his question with a silent tear. The teardrop blotted the final word - life.

Days later: When was the last time I saw him? Time flies by in life. But there are moments in life you never forget. They are so clear in your fresh a memory as it happened just moments ago. Ah, there he comes..