'She' z all Extravaganza

Let Me HeLP you SmILe...Uyiree Uyireee

2009-08-08T19:16:00.005+05:30

The song i am listening to now is 'uyireee uyireee' from Aalavanthan. It is very lovely and melodious. It makes you cry a little if you are broken hearted, it makes you feel glorified if your heart is safe with your love, it makes you all the more romantic and see a sweet world if u are single still.

...uyiree uyiree en kulirukku nee porupppu
un kulanthayku naan poruppu...

The song has very catchy tunes, very soothing. I do like it and i am a very selective person and i stick to melodies alone with lyrics that make me love and love the song.

P.S. - Do hear the song dear reader, it wont make you cry - i lied. It will make anyone who knows how to love anyone else or anyone who is loved - any kind of love...
to feel nice as long as the song lasts in your heart and not in your ears.

bEcaUSE...

...un sirippikku isai poruppu...
silirppikku ival poruppu...

Let me tell you .... ~EVen me Did smIle~

The Bench where i sat all Alone...

2009-07-01T19:20:00.005+05:30

All of us have found our seats on benches – at least in our school lives…hehe. But I did find a special seat on a bench in the journey of my life. It was the ‘Lonely Bench’ that one mostly despises. I was forced to take my seat there and I did. The darkness around scorched me terribly.

I was the lone girl who sat on this bench pouring out my tears in fear, despair, anguish and loneliness; with none near me. I tried to call to the ones in my life and the few ones for whom I stood against the Big World – for their sakes; but they nonchalantly forsook me to leave me groping in the darkness where I never knew where to turn next and too scared to stay at the same place.

I sat all alone on this bench. My heart broke to see the ones on whom I showered all my love, ones for whom I risked many things in my life move past me merely acknowledging my haggard existence with a few words about their plans for life. They never had time in their busy lives to be near me nor to pat me with affection.

Near my bench, I did could see the dark, thorny, slippery valley – the valley of death. It was the only thing I felt alluring then, for I could see no good days ahead, neither did I have any loving sincere consoling hand; but this valley was so alluring that I even decided on losing myself in that valley and put an end to my journey…

It was most terrible to feel that God did not hold my hand then and that He did not sit with me, for I have heard that God is our unchanging loving friend. As time went by, there was a loving hand near me, it did for real touch me – the first time I really felt God’s real presence in my life. From then I realized that I am not alone, but God is next to me, crying with me when I am crying seeing my helplessness, and preparing surprises for me.

I vouch that this is not a tale, but what happened to me in real. I now know that a seat at this ‘Lonely Bench’ is needed in all lives, to learn many important mysteries in life, to learn that we should be there for our loved ones more in their pain than in their happiness, and most importantly to know that there really exists a Loving Unchanging Friend. After all, I believe that every lesson in my life is aimed at making a difference in me so that I am made a better person for the world.

So when you are in agony in this ‘Lonely Bench’ do not forget that your Unchanging Loving Friend is making a surprise for you and one blessed day when your Friend leads you away from that ‘Lonely Bench’ it will be the best surprise in your life, to which you are being led.

You may have been one who helped some people to find their surprise in life, visited them and made every effort to bring them into the ‘Colorful Life’ when they were in despair on this ‘Lonely Bench’; So was I to some, esp… But they may never turn to you when you are there at the ‘Lonely Bench’, never mind – it only means that your surprise is BigGEr.

GlaD tO be BoRn a PiSceAn....

2009-06-25T10:05:00.006+05:30

I was born on a February 22nd and so am i a pure Pisces Woman.

Pisces happens to be the 12th sign of the Zodiacs. It is the sign of perfection. Though the last sign of the circle of astrology, as one often says “save the best for the last”, this saying holds true in case of the Pisceans.

Two planets, the lucky Jupiter and sensitive Neptune rule Pisces. Jupiter, lord of the gods, fuels a thirst for knowledge and understanding in Pisces and provides a natural lucky streak for the sign. Neptune, king of the sea, provides the sensitive and spiritual qualities in Pisces. Neptune is associated with idealism and compassion, but also with confusion & deception making Pisces the most impressionable sign in the Zodiac. It also accounts for the dreamy virtues in Pisces who are mostly lost in their dreamy and imaginative world as myself am!

They are well known for their sensitivity and they are the sweet and gentle dreamers of the zodiac, blessed with the gift of imagination. Thats when i came to find the reason that there are always ready-to-flow down-anytime tears in my eyes.

Pisces is represented by two fish swimming in opposite directions. The two fish symbolize the internal struggle of the soul within a Pisces. Often, the fish are swimming away from each other in a circle representing life after death or reincarnation. Pisces is considered a feminine sign.

Pisceans tends to have quite tolerant, compassionate, sympathetic and agreeable characteristics. They are perhaps the most selfless and sensitive of all the zodiac signs. How true! I agree completely...

Pisces are the most intuitive and spiritually developed of the zodiac birth signs. Aptly called "old souls", Pisces thirst for spiritual knowledge and personal growth. They are the twelfth, and last, of the Zodiac signs, and as such, tend to have a more finely tuned intuition, sixth sense or extrasensory ability to perceive others feelings.

This woman or man always has time for those in need. However, their feelings run so deep they are often overwhelmed by them as the characteristic Piscean energy scatters itself beyond its limits. Their personality simply cannot abide suffering and will offer charity wherever their sensitivity directs this trait.They are in fact very empathetic people.

On the shadow side, the agreeability of Pisceans can make for quick reversal as they hop from opinion to opinion. I am also always very indecisive in life. They may be very scattered and disorganized. Their compassion may make them tolerant of wrong behavior; thus they can be wishy-washy, weak and easily led.

Pisces Ruling Planet: Neptune
Pisces Zodiac Symbol: The Fish
Pisces Element: Water
Pisces Cardinality: Mutable
Pisces Stone: Aquamarine, Jade
Pisces Season: Winter
Pisces Colors: Green
Pisces Anatomy: Feet, Veins
Famous Pisces: Michelangelo Buonarotti, Albert Einstein, Dr. Seuss, Elizabeth Taylor, Alexander Graham Bell, George Frideric Handel, Kurt Cobain, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Renoir, Cindy Crawford, James Taylor, Jerry Lewis, George Washington(born on Febraury 22nd and share the same day with Miss Small Wonder, not the same year though!).

Let me tell you something valuable. It is very tough to hold a Piscean with you for long. They easily slip out of your hand, and they would stay with you only if they really know they need you.

Generally Piscean females are romantic, sweet and fragile. They have a rare quality to make their man feel that he’s the most important person in the world. A Pisces female likes to be in a dream world than in reality. She’s quite weak and sensitive when it comes to love. It certainly takes a big heart to be a Piscean woman. Pisces sign females have a great intuition and can often see things coming.She is always badly in need of her man to protect her but sometimes she can even hide this feeling and be stubborn.

I could not have been any happier to find myself in any other zodiac other than my favourite 'Pisces'.

Sweet Memories

2008-03-31T20:36:00.003+05:30

These days i am just dragging my existence along with my every breath. Sometimes
a lot of problems that are beyond this little heart's capacity...
a lot of tensions beyond this little mind's strength...
a lot of exams beyond this little brain's power...
a lot of things to do in the little time i am allotted...
a lot to be done before i will be resting in that little grave yonder...
Many times memory comes to my rescue. Some sweet moments that passed long back brings a smile to my lips. Memory is that diary in which we keep scribbling without knowing. Some "wise ones" maintain a diary for "jotting down events". I was one among the lot. Now its been months since i visited my diary. I feel so insecure abt it. Is somebody going to track it? But now i feel my memory serves me as my best diary but still i miss my diary. Some special occasions in my life, frm my childhood days till now remain so afresh that i shocks me wen they twitch my face into a smile wen i try hard to keep a frown there! But i am a lot pessismistic. I hold myself optimistic but i am not so. This post has no interconnections b/w the diff lines i feel. But thats the talent in me - lets aprreciate it!

I missed it.

2008-03-12T19:43:00.002+05:30

I like a leap year and i like the date Feb 29. This year i wanted to leave a post in my blog on Feb 29. But sadly i missed the day. Now i must wait another 4 yrs for a Feb 29. Morover, i am little crazy abt most of the things connected with a leap year esp The Olympics. It has beeen my burning desire from a young age to witness the Olympics for real atleast once. I dunno know y i cherish such a desire, it came in me unawares and i m sure it will be materialized soon though not this year wen its happening so near.

There r many things we miss in life wen provided with the opportunity to grab them. It feels like i was given a "gem" in my opened-up hand, but i never closed it to possess it, and so it vanished after sometime. Did i think that the gem wud remain there forever? or Did i think that its a trifle to possess? or Was i not greedy enough to possess it? I feel sad that i dint wrap my fingers around it.

Many times i m confused abt my life - be it the panorama of life or the narrow perspective. I am sure of one thing - wat happened in the past. But unsure of wat lies ahead. I dont even know wat it is that i want to have. Am i phsycic? or Am i balanced?

I missed it, but let me not miss anything again!

Did i grow thru the years?

2008-02-19T16:38:00.002+05:30

This friday sees me wave good-bye to my teenage. Years back it was always a nightmare to me wen my family used to speak abt me boing 20. I never cud imagine myself being a young lady of 20 though i have had many dreams abt myself as an adult and all. Babyhood flew away and my memories of it r few. Childhood remains quite fresh still - my naughty school days, and pranks at home, my friends, the games i played. Teenage years r as alive as ever in me. I changed a lot thru the yrs. A few days before i had a happy reunion with my frnd in college - we were quite distant after a little prob which had spoiled our friendship. After chatting thru fone for quite sometime i said "long time,right?". She said "havnt we changed in 3 yrs time?". "yes, we have but relationships shudnt have changed". At soem moments i m proud of myself, the way i behave, handle situations, think abt things and all. But there r many moments wen i m disappointed in myself - me giving up myself to many whims, sadly being carried away - but many mistakes too have been some sort of joy at times and have presented moments of happiness. I am glad with this life, the way my life is going, with lots of ups n downs. As i turn 20 after a few days...hehe...i cannot think of 40 yrs.ooooooooh...
Sometimes i want the days to go little more slower. How fast time flies makes me just wonder and wonder...

Am i a poet?

2008-01-23T06:50:00.000+05:30

Wat will i grow up to? I want to be a multi faced personality?? These days i cherish a big dream. I want to be a sweet little 'amma' wen i grow up. I dont know y, but this dream is palyin havoc in my mind...hmm. poetry issues wen emotions overflow in tranquility - some poet said it. For me poetry issued wen my CHD text was open and i was poring over the chapter of 'register transfers'. Funny how things turn out to be in ppl of different generations. So, wen the text was open my mind revolved arnd many opther things 'as usual'. I suddenly got up, took my diary and composed a poeeeeeem...in malayalam. The poem's title is 'ninakkayi mathramayi'. It starts with
'eniyum njanoru katha parayam...'

In my small days, i wanted to be a teacher. Wen i was a little grown i wanted to be a doctor. Thid 'doc' dream was cherished until i got midway in 11th. In 11th first i took up comuter science under my father's pressure. i wanted to study bio bcz it says interestin things in zoology, gud enuf for some laughs in the class. so i changed frm CS to bio and was there in the bio classes with vigour until i realized that there is no end to 'botany'. at the end of term 1, i told my parents "see, bio is not like i thot...its something diff, i wud like to have a change again". They said.."ur life, ur wish". i went to my teachers n changed into 'malayalam' instead of 'bio'. so in 11th my dream got changed again frm becomin a 'doc' to and 'engineer'..which was the only dream left in the broad sense to pursue. so now i m seen in an engg college still confounded regarding wat 'ALL' i want to be wen i grow up. now i want to be so many things wen i grow up...hehe.