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August 26, 2011

Am lost as always............



People say that experience is the best teacher. Once we learn a bitter lesson from experience, we become more cautious. But sometimes it so happen that we believe so much in some relations that even after being hurt umpteen times, we run after them. Even though we realize that they don't need us we keep thinking that we are an important part of their life. Its just that we fail to understand that some people find us as a time pass. They see us in the same way as a one year old sees a toy in front of him/her. But they never realize that unlike the toy, we have feelings and emotions. We laugh and cry with them, care and worry for them but they find our feelings as a joke. They laugh at our sincerity and love. And the funniest part is, when they laugh at us, we laugh with them because their happiness is always our first preference........

August 14, 2011

THE BEST PART.............

Why is it that some people matter a lot to us.....
When they are lost or upset, we go out of our limits to bring them back to normal and when they smile we feel as though we have conquered everything possible on Earth......
A short message or even a missed call from them brightens our face and makes our day while their absence even for a short while can take our life into complete darkness......
Why are they so important to us?
Why do we feel all alone when they are not around?
Why do we go behind them even though we realize they no longer wish our presence?
All these questions are always unanswered but the truth is that we cannot live without such people in our life.....
People for whom we care so much that we forget ourselves......
People who are more than our very own life to us......
People who can turn our life from heaven to hell and hell to heaven......
These people are a part of our life that cannot be missed......
We call them FRIENDS or FAMILY......
Whoever they are and however they are, they are the best part of our life......





August 6, 2011

A pappadam memory

It was the day of Thiruvonam. Everyone in my family was at the table, ready to have their sadya. I was the only one not interested in having my sadya. I was waiting for someone so eagerly and he was late unlike other onam days. Everyone asked me to start my lunch but I was adamant. I would only have my lunch when he comes and sits with me. Seeing my stubbornness, everyone else also waited. After some time he came. As soon as I saw him, my face brightened. He came and sat in the seat next to me and all of us started our Onasadya. As soon as I started having my lunch, i noticed that my pappadam were disappearing. Everytime I kept a new pappadam, it went missing. Then I caught the culprit red-handed. It was him. Sitting beside me, he could do it very easily. Then I fought with him as usual. Its been over 10 years since this day but it is still afresh in my mind. And one thing i realize is that it is not the sadya or anything else that I miss a lot but its him- his presence, his pranks, his love. And now whenever I eat a pappadam, its always him that I think of. I really miss you my dear uncle......