Will be back

In case anybody checks in..(I very much doubt that :)) Will be back after my PhD is complete..Take care and ciao

A Plea to those who write a student's future..

I am eager..I am young

I feel things that you have long forgotten
Passion, Enthusiasm , Friendship..
All perfect in my little glass bowl
Do not be the one to shatter my illusions
Yet..

I am testing waters..
Unaware of uncertainties..I live life believing my infallibility..
I try..I fall ..I try again

I am confident ..The world is my oyster..
Do not break my spirit..
Yet..


The real world waits
I have heard that it is cruel..You would know
Let it wait..A minute
Let me learn,Let me give,Let me grow..
Help me if you can
Do not be the one to steal my smile

Recognise my goodness ..Before clipping my wings

Time-the great punisher..is waiting

With one swoop of his arms He will break my little bubble soon..

I am a flower that blossomed today..
Let me live this day..

"Dedicated to all youngsters who suffer for their teacher's sins.Foto from internet"

IPL Blues

It is starting on the 13th..How apt..Definitely unlucky for me

A lot of clubs form a part of the IPL..Thot I will declare mine too..

I will call it IWC-Ignored Wives Club-

Hmm..Nothing much to do-Will grin and bear it ..

Season's Greetings and let us remember to share a little bit with the less fortunate
I love giving to http://www.worldvisionindia.org/
-
Angeline

Thru The Eyes of the Child

Did you know that the flyover can become the endless charter of giggles..
Or the lush green patch in the city (!some of them exist) become emerald forests that have hidden treasures..
The bubbles in the crowded market

The Seasons of Life

The Clouds and The Storm
Rage for a while

Six months , A year -Indefinite
You cling to the white columns of your sanity
And hope they don't crumble..


The sun shines through the clouds
Ang you feel the ghost of a smile
Hovering on your lips

Little do you know
About the scorching heat
That would sap the hope and make you yearn for showers again..


The whoosh of the snow storm brings in the chill and the emptiness
You hug yourself ,bite your cracked lips and hold back the tears..and trudge on

Stomp,Stomp..

The flowers bloom then ..one at a time

They grow in your heart and the fragrance envelopes you ..
The stars on earth warm your heart..
You smile and greet the new season and not forget the past..

An Ode to the Dosa Maker

S...

You wield the metal spoon with a finesse that eludes me
The concentric circles on the pan
Settle down in their rightful place under the sun..
Your movements are measured and efficient
The dosa's golden heart seems to gleam
And the kitchen seems brighter
I blink ..The spell is broken..
And at the right moment
You flip them and drop them into the gaping plates..
The perfect Sunday Brunch





You..
Wait patiently and wield your aura
I run out of steam ..The curses and my raging are consumed by your constancy
The myriad emotions in the kaleidoscope of my confused mind
Settle down and form the brilliant glass flower
Whose radiance drive the bleak thoughts away
The smile on your face grows
The Rainbow's gold glows in my heart
I take your hand and the love courses through my soul
Contentment and peace
In our Almost perfect Lives