Complexities Vs Simplicities ... of the mind!

She has metamorphosed into a discarded piece of clothing. That green shirt that he bought years ago on some unreasoned whim. Just an impulse. He wore it a couple of times before it was ripped beyond repair on a rusted nail. Now it lies crumpled at the back of his closet because he didn't have the heart to throw it out. It waits for him to open his closet everyday in the morning, when he picks out what to wear. It watches him, from its place in the back, as he dresses up in his new, freshly laundered clothes. All this while it secretly hopes that maybe someday he'd pick it up, air it out and smooth its creases with a loving touch, smiling at the memories it brings. It also dreads the day when (if) he decides to get rid of it. But most importantly it just waits with undeterred patience for him to think about it and do something.

Have you ever felt the need to clean your head because it screamed ‘ overload ’ from disconcerting thoughts? I figured the best way to forcefully push all troubles to the ‘archives’ section is to shove yourself into immediate slumber. One such recent session later I realized that not only was I feeling a lot better, I could also see that my worries weren’t in fact as big as the Rock of Gibraltar and could be worked around if I tried. The eternal optimism that makes me ‘ me ’ always resurfaces with time. Image Credits: DeviantART -- Sent from my mobile device

This is an interesting story. One that began to keep a promise I’d made to my sunshine long ago. Uh well, I was finally living away from home with a fair amount of independence and a lot of possibilities, I was earning my own money (Okay I was also broke and indebted to my own Dad but let’s not talk about that just now :P) and now was the time to keep my word. So I decided to utilize my optional holiday making the vday weekend a long one and go to Hyderabad. That’s not the interesting part; the interesting bit is about how I could not tell my folks that I was making the trip and how everything fell in place. Cut to 3rd Feb 2010 Sneha and I went to Thiruvanmiyur to book tickets; she was goin to Bangalore the next weekend. I finally managed to get an APSRTC bus ticket from Chennai to Hyd for the 11 th Feb, 8pm. Liberating, the one word which describes my feelings right then; I had never travelled alone, especially without the knowledge of my family. I remember I had to buy a ...

I just wanted to post what I did to celebrate today. Well thanks to Bonnie I found out ki aaj Ganesh Chaturthi hai and I was really happy so besides eating modak which we got yesterday, this is what I made... I got the tiny Ganeshji atop my "cellphone pillow" from school as a farewell memento. He usually sits on my table, but today I made him a lil comfortable :) And the rangoli is my early morning handiwork. :) PS: One of my cousins said that I'm becoming marathi day by day. I just smiled in response.

Well when I first heard "Window" being the Le-Titre theme this month at Cuckoo's , I thought of the window sill in my room, then I thought of a nice french window overlooking a beautiful garden, and then I thought about a bigger window, something that can capture everything in its frame. Books! Books I believe really are the window to the world . You can see the whole world in em, places you haven't even been to. :) *smiles*

Deb asked me to write a guest post for him. You can check it here . And it also happens to be his birthday today... *yayie* So I decided to make a lil something for him. Here goes, hope you like it Deb. Happy Birthday again !!! :)

One lil orange gum and so many things to mull over... Ever looked at a cow when its chewin on grass, it looks like an endless process, something that's been in continuum for longer than you'd care to measure. Thats how I feel right now... I'm chewin gum and somehow my brain seems relaxed, flattened if u may. Every tongue stroke attempting to blow a bubble, every satisfied phrooph or a disappointing phuuss has associated with it a different thought, a different reason, a different word. Image Credits : Deviantart