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Poetry out of inspiration ;)

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A dedication to the THREE MOST SPECIAL PEOPLE of my life : Lee, Jazz and Hi 🙂

My THREE Besties
My THREE Besties

I call it the SWEET November… a NERVOUS November… a LOVELY November… Lots and lots of memorable things happened in this one month… Birthdays, weddings, travelling, sitting, eating- every bit of the month is special..

To start off with, my two BESTIES got hooked.. rather than being happy for them, it is an ugly sadness that has engulfed my mind.. A feeling of loneliness has hovered my thoughts.. They have moved away from town and now I wonder when I will lose out on my other friends as well… Anyways.. YOU three are the ONLY reason for the person I am today… atleast in the last 6yrs.. and I WILL MISS YOU ALL A LOT…. May god bless you all with lots and lots of happiness and love.. All the love I have for you has inspired the new poetess in me.. Kindly bare with me :* So, here it goes….

Angels appeared from the deep blue heavens

They gifted to me- roses tied with coloured ribbons.

Little did I know, it was indeed a Pandora’s box,

Which wasn’t a boon, but instead a mystic hex.!!

So, now what do I do ? I thought.

There is nothing left, for everything is lost.

And in the course of this throes of life,

Here they were- ‘The Angels of my life’.

They were sent for me from the saviour above

Little did I know- who they were? They came here how?

Wrapped with some golden leaves

Tied with string of pearls and morning dews..

‘THREE WONDERFUL FRIENDS’ I called them- which meant et all.

They stood by me in every moment of hardship and song,

They were here to lift me when I had a fall..

They kicked me when I was wrong..

They crayoned the beautiful colours in my portrait,

They brewed an ocean of nectar from a phial of poison.

Soon it was time for us to depart,

There is no way out, we just have to move on.

I now know what it is when friends dwell apart,

It took me so long to realise the jist of it-

‘This life is nothing but an evanascent shower,

which leaves the ground as dry as ever.’

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I hate to grow up..!!

Recently, I had been to my hometown on a weekend.. The few hours I spent with my little cousin made me all nostalgic about the good old childhood days I spent there.. He took me to the front yard of the house and placed his pets in a line.. “On your mark.. get set… Peeeee” went his whistle.. It was a race organised by him for 3 tortoises & a cane turtle that he found in the paddy field.. Just as the race began, the turtle turned backwards and began to run(or walk rather).. I saw my little brother panic.. It was very funny and I found it very cute at the same time..

The Tortoise & the turtle race
The Tortoise & the turtle race

There are some small things about life that you miss a lot when you grow up.. The little innocence of being a child, those priceless toys- sand castles, straw tents, slushy puddles, paper boats, pull carts of dried coconut tree branches.. We ran naked around the house and the estates- We NEVER knew what SHY meant..

Children enjoying their shower in a small stream amid the greens of our estate
Children enjoying their shower in a small stream amid the greens of our estate

And then, when we grew up a little more, we did it for competitions- To see whose paper kites flew higher and stayed longer in the sky.. Whose wooden top spun longer, Which catapult shot the farthest, Who had the most number of marbles.. Who caught most number of dragonflies in the empty horlicks bottle.. Who lit the room brightest with their collection of glow-worms.. And further, I remember- stealing an empty glass jar and a cotton towel every weekend with my older cousin- All just for the sheer sake of fishing in the stream nearby.. And, we’d be the proud fishermen of the collection in my grani’s lotus pond..

Internet photo- Fishing in a stream
Internet photo- Fishing in a stream

And then.. Our capital increased… Our toys also got more sophisticated.. We started boasting of our collection of tazos, TV-video games, hot-wheels cars..

My little cousin's collection of cars
My little cousin’s collection of cars

We would wait for guests, uncles, aunties to come home.. Cuz they would buy Cadbury gems for us.. Parle poppins, Blue n yellow wrappered Aasay toffees.. We did not expect any expensive chocolate bars..

Ofcourse I witnessed the era of Beyblades & Pokemons too.. But, I considered myself a little more grown up by that time..

Soon I started to earn enough to suffice the crunch for that ONE most expensive toy that would COMPLETE my collection of toys.. But, it is too late now for I have over grown the age of collecting toy cars.. Now people respect me only if I have the REAL ones.. and that too the MOST expensive ones.. Chocolates should be imported and a little bit of rum/vodka in it would spike it up.. Tents mean only those paid camping in expensive holiday resorts.. Now, I frequently fly in aeroplanes.. Spin at the casino.. Even to get into a slush pool.. I’d pay a fat deal at an exotic spa…

SHIT MAN..!!! How I wish… that innocence was not gone.. How I wish.. I had NEVER grown up…

OMG..!! Life has changed..!!

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I want to go back to the time..
When “Innocence” was ‘Natural”
When “Getting High” was “on a Swing”
When “Drinking” meant “Rasna” 
When “Dad” was the only “Hero”
When “Love” was “Mom’s hug” 
When “Dad’s shoulder” was d “Highest” place on earth
When your worst enemies were your “Siblings”
When the only thing that could “Hurt” were “bleeding Knees”
When the only things “Broken” were “Toys” and
When “Goodbyes” only meant “Till tomorrow”.. 
Oh My God..!! Life has changed a LOT.!!
Enough of originals.. This one- I received as a SMS forward sometime back.. But, this still holds so much power and means much more every time I read it… Every time I read it: it makes me feel older- And then I start wondering “OMG– I’ve wasted so many years without doing anything constructive out of it.. And i’m already so old..!!! ” AAaaargghhh… it’s not a nice feeling at all..!!
 
And this one was my status quote on FB during my last year in college: 
“No poem, No beautiful thought, just a tribute to d times v fought.. another year more and then we part our ways.. No insane talking, no crazy pics, our meetings would be dependent on a mouse’s click.. The parties would be corporate, the innocence lost, we would be earning, but at a frnd’s cost.. we wud b professional, we wud b sane.. then these lines would be not more than a walk in the memory lane..”
And every time I find this on my wall, I’l be like: “OMG..!! what have I done to myself..?? What happened to all my dreams…?? Why don’t I have time to catch up with my friends and laugh over a plate of fried rice with ten hands grabbing for food from it..!! or whatever it means to being a student meant to be… ” Baaahhh… It’s definitely not a good feeling..!! 
A boy from the Yerava tribe in Coorg
A boy from the Yerava tribe in Coorg

One last time.. Before I “SCRAP” it

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My Dear ORKUT,

After living together for seven long years, the time has finally come for us to part ways forever and ever.. I’d like to bid goodbye to you for one last time…

Letting go off you isn’t an easy thing for I have a million reasons to hold on.. Thousand memories stringed.. 4000+ scraps in my scrapbook, 50+ fans, 200+ friends, 30+ communities, 100+ attachments and 10+ testimonials written by my buddies which will forever remain close to my heart.

Few things I leave behind with you by deleting this account are:

  • Thousands of rupees shelled out jointly by Radhi n me at the internet parlour
  • Hours that could well sum up to years spent at the cyber café in Vasanthnagar and Malleshwaram
  • Those 1000s of senseless, yet super fun scraps from Radhi n Nis in my scrapbook
  • Those crazy relationship status we used to change and make the whole world believe
  • Frequently changing contents on the profile updates
  • The race for having the most number of scraps
And there are so many other things I’d ever be grateful to you:
  • Some wonderful friends I met here
  • You gave me the basics and helped me lay a strong foundation in my people-networking
  • The communities I could join where I had some serious discussions on stuff I really wanted to know

And the list will keep growing as long as a comet’s tail………

Dear Orkut, I promise not to waste too much of my time with someone else who gave you a run for your money.. You were the best, you are and you shall remain to be.. For you are a pioneer.. But, every aging leaf withers away making way for a greener one.. And so you too.. You shall be deeply missed..

Adieu to you for one last time before I delete you.. oops… I’m scrapping you..

With Lots of Love,

Hitha

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