Shape of Life!!

The Moment!

2010-03-09T10:03:00.001+05:30

Everyone has a turning point, a moment where everything can change for better or for worst. If you feel comfortable, please share your experience here.

Love Prasita

2010-02-28T13:27:00.000+05:30

Hide your craziness behind a beautiful smile.And don'y worry,thats all you need!

!!

2010-01-02T18:19:00.000+05:30

Sometimes we make mistakes in Love!!........even in choosing!!

Kodai Hills!!

2009-11-12T07:48:00.004+05:30

It was a great opportunity to escape the blazing heat of Trivandrum and go to Kodai with all my friends and teachers from St Thomas Residential School.
As we climbed higher approaching the kodai hills,it was getting colder ,and we could smell the aromatic eucalyptic odour rich filled the air around.At a place called Ooth, fruit lovers can have their fill of different mouth-watering fruits,plucked fresh from the orchards around , offered at a fantastically low price.Our next destination was , ofcourse , kodaikanal,which we had to reach by driving through a maze of hairpin bends.

En route, we saw lots of small rivulets and waterfalls.We could see monkey sitting together and watching us drive along, and we could hear birds twittering in the awesome and cold atmosphere that enveloped us during the drive.As we entered Kodai we were welcomed by the sight of the Silver Cascade Falls which looked like a sheet of silver flowing down under the golden rays of the gleaming sun.

It was then time for us to search for the guest home of a fatty old man called Danny, well, Dannys Guest Home..:-)....though names Danny he looked like some Veerjit Singh,.....hehe.. Our guest home was located lcated at the topmost point in that area and commanded a fabulous view of the valley below,shrouded by a thick layer of mist.
Once we made ourselves comfortable in our new dwelling place.In the afternoon we went on a sigtseeing spree.We visited various places of interest in the kodai hills - the Coakers walk,the Pillar Rocks,The Fairy Falls,Green Valley view ,the famous observatory and hihest point in all kodaikanal ,the Tirumala hills.From the top ,we could command a picture postcard view of the whole Kodaikanal.

The famous Bryant park in Kodai was just like the botanical garden in Ootacamund.The lush green sorroundings of the valley beneath are a golfers paradise.Rock climbing is indulged in often on the Pillar Rocks,which are natural rock formation in the form of pillars.The water in the Kodai lake are crystal clear unlike the polluted lakes of Ooty and Nainital.It was a pleasant sight, seeing young people cycling around the lake and lots of people riding horses and ponies.We took a boat ride on the lake for about an hour.
From the lake side I got a bunch of yellow flowers with dry Olive leaves bouque(which my mom lated dumbed in the dustbin) from one of my classmate..:-)....infact that was the first time in my life when I saw a sparkle of Love , in someones eyes...haha....it was an unforgettable moment!!

I felt sorry leaving Kodaikanal,the princess of hill stations in the Western Ghats .The panoramic view of Kodaikanal and its sorroundings still haunts me, and the box of homemade chocolate,which I took home ,reminds me of our sojourn in the Kodai hills.On the whole, our two day visit to the mountain paradise invigorated me and my friends.I long to visit Kodai once again with all my friends!!!........to that good old days!!!

continues ..... -- The long and short of it!

2009-09-17T06:38:00.005+05:30

Abhay lost his mother quite a longtime ago, at an age when a child need mothers care so dearly.Perhaps, that very experience in his life made him strong and different.After his mothers death his father left him with his uncle and went abroad.

Abhay always keep to himself and his books.His grandmothers story telling,playing cricket and long walks and endless chats (mostly wonders and blunders..:-P) with John,his best friend, every evening were the most precious moments in his boyhood.
Abhay was always a man of ATTITUDE,which we tend to give a high respect,even John tells you the same. Probably, Abhay is the most patient person i have ever met and at times he acts stubborn but you know what :-) ...he is very very very sensitive(at times he accept that too).
Abhay never express the pains filled in his heart....(maybe he will...when he finds his girl..:P..)
He never makes his feeling obvious,he even forego the things which he is entitled to,thats what John have to tell us .
He always believe that eventually everything will be good!!....and that is what I love greatly in him..(maybe ,not that only..:-) )
He is Intelligent.
He is Confident.
He is Creative.
He is Courageous.......life once tried to fail him, but his faith , made him achieve everything he is now,which he believes is all by GODs grace!!

Is n't he the man i long awaited??..:-)
When I heard his voice , I badly wanted to meet him.Two years ago , when I jotted something about my love in my book,I never expected that I would meet such a person in my life .And least of all ,I didnt even imagine I will fall in love without meeting him once!!
I have faith that God has decided something for each one of us. He knows when ,where and how we will meet someone.Maybe he has decided something for the two of us,too.Lets see how He brings us together.There are things we must leave to HIM!!.But there is something which I have to tell. I'm a dreamer.And maybe I have already met him.
My sleep, he has vanished with. Dreams...he has given me!!

It shouldnt have happened . But its true, I feel like I had lost my heart!!I dont know ..when and where, it all happened??...:)

continues--

2009-09-11T19:31:00.004+05:30

Sneha

There is something about Abhay which binds me in bond of friendship with him.I do not recall the exact time when I found him special, maybe the sameday I met him..:-).

Usually everyone start writing about a person after encountering about him in detail.But here, I am starting, Just knowing a leap of things about him but with terrible faith that I will explore more and more with time.For me its ecstatic,its agonizing...its a thrill !!

Abhay, he is far different from others .Not only his unusual height, but also his..... everything!! Yeah ,for me he was strange first now a mystery!! His black pearly eyes always pulls me towards him.His radiant face keep him brightened like a star.His voice is laced with the essence of ordeals which he undergo all through his life!!

My guardian Angel- continues.......

2009-08-31T16:13:00.006+05:30

A lovely damsel hides in all of us,pregnant with eternal beauty.But , wht we fail is, to embrace its happiness and pains.To realise,what is it that it yearn?...What is it that it seek?...

Our heart...The eternal beauty, compromises everything precious .But for that deed of it, it punishes itself regretting everyday of its life....especially when its about Love!!

Sneha met Abhay on a lovely spring day!!

Forum on : Unfullfilled dreams!!

2009-08-13T19:44:00.001+05:30

What do you , readers, have to say about unfullfilled dreams?

Forum on : Love

2009-08-07T23:25:00.004+05:30

I would like to ask my readers a question .

Simple yet complicated.

Well, whats your opinion about LOVE.

How will a person recognize his/hers true love?

Is love unconditional?

If so ...is everyone lucky enough to get a true lover?

And do you think , we need to know person for a long time inorder to fall in love?

continues~~

2009-07-27T11:58:00.003+05:30

An unexpected meeting after six years.In these gone years Sneha never hoped of meeting him again.You may be wondering who is this HIM. He is Abhay....Abhay Shanker a young , aspiring,medical surgeon.Sneha and Abhay where really good friends........yeah..they were best friends.When a girl and a boy are best friends the chances of them falling in love with eachother is more likely .And the same thing happened with Abhay and Sneha.But here it was different from other relationships.When both of them realised that they truely love eachother,instead of enjoing their love relationship what Sneha do is... found out reasons to fight eachother and hate eachother...n eventually leave eachother.It was strange..isnt it?...yes..She is strange ...she is different...she is incompletE!!

Sneha perfectly knows that it was Abhay , whom she always loved and still love. Is that the reason why, she cant love Dev??....Then why did she leave Abhay and marry Dev??....In some relationships....its all about questions...not answers!

continues

2009-02-09T22:00:00.008+05:30

Sneha woke up that morning with a queer feeling of heeart.She was not sure whether it indicated sorrow or joy.For the past few days , her dreams were haunted with memories...which she thought faded away from her.It was only 4:35 am.Dev is still asleep.She lay in bed , thinkin of..the past and what the years would bring.

She thought . she have changed a lot after coming here.She have begun to laugh (not giggle)rather a lot. That ought to be a good thing but she isnt sure -does she laugh becaue she is amused or to hide some other feeling..??...

She got out of the bed ...walking slowly..she reach the tiny room adjacent to verandah.That room was her refuge,it was a space of her own.It contained memories of her past years as she had always been a holder of little things: a pen, an ear stud , a cramped chocolate wrapper , a pressed leaf, a school book with notes and doodles , her dolls , a costume worn at some special meeting, a birthday gift,however insignificant .These were here cherished treasures,her memories.

She noticed a paper sandwiched between a huge book.

With the lines:

"Will I even know how much you love me?"

No.I shall not,nor will you.Nobody know,nobody can know,for it is a changing variable stuff,mocking us and eluding us,self-willed and vagrant.How can one know or measure it?Was it a turn of head, touch of hand?Strange ,this way love begun,I as little understand love decay.How foolish it is to talk of it even.When the apple reddens ,never pry.

Jawaharlal Nehru -Padmaja Naidu.

Their relationship always fascinated Sneha.She always thought ,if they loved eachother a lot,why din they marry?

Those lines ,Sneha used to read always when she was in her teens,she recalls.She have even spent many nights thinking about them.

With a wee smile.Sneha kept the paper back into the book.

Through the window she watched dawn.

She felt that she could see goddess Arora

in her rose red chariot with white horses approaching.

Her eyes welled with tears...She wished ,she havent gone for the party in Radhikas house last Saturday.She cursed herself

~continues

2009-02-07T22:36:00.004+05:30

Dev did his schooling in Ooty.At times he longed for the happiness of a lovely home.His life was within boarding school,then college later with the chaos of hectic jobs.Besides all this ,he tried to find out happiness in his own way..though sometimes nasty...well no one is perfect.

From his midteens,he liked the pretty ,bubbly girl ,Sneha,whom he mostly saw during his short summer holiday.That simple likeness grew into love...and marriage in future.

one -~~ continues.....

2009-02-05T21:26:00.004+05:30

Dev did his graduation in IIT,Bombay,a bright ,handsome,brilliant,charming guy...whom every girls will go crazy ...(..except his wife)he is that kind of man who lives by thier heart.He thinks scenes one create inside ones head ,worrying, are usually worse than what is real.He is a happy-go-lucky dude..though luck was not favor to him always.He believed that ones relationship with his wife is complete only when one try to embrace her feelings,happiness,sorrows.....Infact Dev was a perfect man.He cared and loved his wife more than anything in the world..and he thought she was the biggest gift his parents had given him.

My guardian angel ~~ ONE

2009-02-03T22:35:00.003+05:30

"Its really amazing" Dev said.He was lying on the floor of their flat in Texas,reading .There were newspapers and magazines all over the floor.He was a young executive with a bright future in a prestigious computer company.
She came out of the room, wearing a red saree.Dev looked up at the not too thin,wheatish,pretty women.Sneha.Dev's wife.But no...its not that simple to explain her in these few words.
Its not clear when Dev sensed this first.At the wedding when she stood beside him and when he marked on her forehead,the red powder of wifehood?

My Guardian Angel.

2009-02-02T14:51:00.010+05:30

Again the day,again the night.

Dawn and dusk , winter , spring.

In the play of time , life ebbs away-

Only desire remains.

Again birth , again death

Again the dark journey through the womb

In this world of changes , nothing holds fast

Except the coiled vine of desire.

Bhaja Govindam , Shri Shankaracharya (A.D. 788 - 820)

Prologue

It is hard to tell which is the beginnin and which is the end.Particularly when it is once own story.

In the semi darkness ,she was climbing up a round go path,going high up .She observed a strange stillness,felt that the whole world was quiet at that moment.She could feel the cold wet spray of breeze kissing her cheeks soothingly .Deep down the sea was roaring...as was angry to someone for denying her the freedom of fulfilling her desires.
In the dim pinpricked light she saw him but who was he?She couldnt quite recall. Only that he'd been significant. She felt a pull as she sensed this , downward , into the past. With that thought she find herself falling.
He caught her by her waist ,bought her close to him.She couldnt hold herself back.She hugged him tight , burried her face on his chest.She was crying.Keep me with you.He was crying ,too.Dont you think I want to ?More than anything in the world?Don't you know Ï'd give up everything in my life , right now , if i could , for that? But except the night clouds slumming across the moon and the roaring sea ,no one heard them.
She asked him again and again,questions to which there are only uncertain answers.Why?Why?For whom?.....

SoME woundS gET deepeR witH TIME!!!

2009-01-29T07:48:00.000+05:30

Like fragrance spreads into breeze;

And fades away.

Some intense moments , seems like a dream.

Some wounds take time....to realize....in some relationships....

WiTh FreshNess of a Morning Dew.......

2009-01-28T13:34:00.004+05:30

I am told that i was born in a tiny hamlet called karukachal,somewhat twenty kilometres west to kottayam and somewhat the same distance from changnasserry. A the time of my birth my father was in abroad with his work.When the news was sennt to him ,he didnot bother to come down(might be because of his job),he is an engineer working.

For the first few years of my life ,amma(my mother) and i stayed with my grandparents in that small village which is a kind of desolated and intriguing,there were lots of rubber plantations,woods had always had a unique charm to it.Queer,Mysterious,lonely,but was equally beautiful.We were one of the prosperous family of that village.We lived in a large palatial house named MEDACKAL.It had massive wooden doors with antique gold plated locks,enchanting wooden corridors,enormous rooms,a beautifully sculpted rock built entrance with a small aperture to let people in.We owned two cows and a cowherd krihnan was there.the kitchen was a seperate building ,I still remember the fun of crossing it during rain.

My grandfather and grandmother ,whom i call achichan and ammachi, are two people whom i really adore .I consider the time i had with them ,as the most precious period of my life,i do preserve those golden memories in my heart always.I was with them only till my age four.Later amma and i moved to thhe capital city,Thiruvananthapuram.

MoTs jUsTes!!!!!!

2009-01-27T17:45:00.000+05:30

Well....this is my first blog..i just want my story told...i want to satiate my soul discovering manythings in life,which i have been wondering about....thats d only reason behind me doing this blog.Infact,i really dont know ...from where or from what i should start....hope with lord almighties help, especially my krishnans..:-)...i will be able to makeout everything vividly.Some of you may find my stuff ridiculous...but for me its not ...its my passionS..my imaginationS...my dreamS...my LIFE..

I do kindly request your honest suggestions.

With love
Prasita

How A LIFE IS decided . How a life is ended . Good Luck , bad luck . Purely luck .

2009-01-27T14:12:00.000+05:30

PEOPLE YOU MEET , most of them make little impressoion.Others,they make a strong impression.Even if you dont meet them again,if your paths dont cross.Still.