Lost and found

Hello lovelies.It has been a while since I blogged. I had mentioned in one of my posts that I blog when I am sad.No now I am not sad or feeling low. And I don’t say I  never felt low during the time I wasn’t blogging. I was just lazy.That explains it all.Hopefully I will keep blogging. I keep repeating these same lines over and over …that am lazy n will continue writing.I guess I will stick to my words this time.That makes me wonder ,Is there anyone now  who will actually read my blog.Never mind we will consider this as a brand new beginning.




The lie you called was my way of

shielding my privacy.

My silence nothing but

to quench the thirst of my soul..

What I cherished as solitude

drummed as loneliness in your ears..

When I lay awake in the middle of a moonless night

Wondering about the unexplained truth of my existence

You think me as  a mere ‘body’ craving for your touch..


There we go

Against the wind

Relishing the moment

Deaf to the whistles of the wind

We are different we howl..

Knowing the truth we aren’t

We hold hands

Together we will conquer

we whisper in each others ears..

The truth grins at our face

waiting for the current to part our hands..


Awkward moment is when a newly wedded couple( read neighbor) comes to your home with sweets when you are all alone at home and you hardly recognize your neighbor, pop stupid irrelevant questions that comes into your mind for the sake of asking something.After they had left, you find yourself feeling stupid about the whole casual conversation you cooked up. 😀

Uninvited memories from past

Today I happened to see a picture of two of my classmates on facebook. They are my mutual friends.I don’t have any explanation for why none of my school friends(read except  2 of my bffs) are my  fb friends.The reason may finally come round as mere ego.I think I have mentioned in this blog about my failed attempt in medical entrance test and I ended up in a confusing ,uninvited world of computer programming.Most of my school friends are either doctors or engineers and may be the ego that I haven’t reached anywhere in life is bugging me and that may be the reason I shut myself away from them.May be I found my life would be less miserable (to be frank it isn’t that bad 🙂 ) if I stay away from them. Not everything happens as we wish.The picture brought back every single drop of ego,jealousy,self sympathy that laid burried in my heart to life.I wish I was less addicted to this stupid fb ,then I wouldn’t have seen that picture.By the way the pic was awesome,the 2 people I mentioned were getting married n they looked so cute together.I should have been happy for them,instead  I turned green with envy.It’s high time that I grow up.Though I always keep saying I have grown out of that phase and will never let my past torture my present,I must confess that some memories still remain which I should throw out of my heart as soon as possible.I think it is highly necessary that I should let go off the past that I can no more change. I wrote this with a hope that I would feel better or else I will come back with another rant or set of jumbled words that I call ‘poem’.May God give you guys enough strength to tolerate my posts.

With love



Innocence was what  betrayed

Fangs unnoticed behind the childish smile.

Thorns beyond the sweet words

Mask hiding true self

Innocent it seemed

Naive I was

to see love in stone heart.

Warnings ignored to yield pain

Covering up lies

Like flowerbeds on graveyard

Hiding the truth within

yielding the best

Mirror to the heart I thought

deceived by what eyes saw

Glassy eyes reflected what it ought to show

Blind to evil within..

Kiss of freedom

Kiss of love.The news everywhere.The media happy to have got a hot news..to repeat the same scenes over and over again..in case any one missed them.I really don’t understand what is wrong with kissing…As if no one had done it before. Ok in public! It becomes a crime,against our culture says some pure souls.I wonder what were they thinking. We live in a democratic country..there is a thing called right to freedom..to have ones own personal morals,beliefs,values.how does display of affection becomes against our culture. It’s ridiculous when the thoughts get so narrowminded. It’s shocking that the protesters were arrested before the a campaign actually started..that too in a state were strikes would be declared for any  silly incident.

Live and let live is my motto.I don’t know whether these moral policing is for our culture like they say.I wonder where these people are hiding when a women gets molested,abused,leered ,eveteased.I have personally witnessed molestation and I was one mad lady shouting for justice while others where sitting back and relaxing.Oh I am sorry May be that includes in our culture..or may be they rise into action when a girl and boy hold hands together.I am confused.

Don’t throw stones at me I too have the freedom of speech and opinion but I am a girl.Does it make any difference?I don’t know..

A healthy child makes a happy home

We were so excited that day. All the bags were packed.Everything was set.Within few hours we will set out for the trip to Nelliyampathi.That was when sis-in law came and said Minnu is not well..what to do now? The excitement in the air soon gave way to a dull tense mood.

Minnu is my niece.She is full of life, gifted to cheer everyone with her cute smile.And her pranks ,oh my she can be a pain in the ass 🙂 The whole family is addicted to her I should say.She talks non stop and her tone sounds similar to a popular cartoon character which usually makes me laugh like I have gone crazy.I could easily spend  hours listening to her baby chat 🙂

When we realized that she was ill..it was like we were robbed of the air we breathe.Soon we forgot about the trip and rushed her to the family doctor.After examining her,Dr raised concern about her immunity as she was falling sick often these days.

That day the word ‘immunity’ stuck like a lightning into my brain.Yes these days our super energetic champ was falling sick frequently.What could be the cause? Minnu being the youngest of the family,each of her wishes were granted without a second thought.Many a time she would prefer having junk food ,chocolates,ice creams instead of the nutritious food prepared by her mum. No one wanted to see a sad Minnu and would gift her with chocolates much to the despise of my mom who has the theory that ” the food prepared at home are best for kids and all the fast foods are laden with chemicals”. Eventhough she was a busy working mom,she always made sure we ate homely prepared food. But in case of Minnu no one wanted to make her sad.

And let me now say Minnu is perfectly healthy and has super immune system now. 🙂 Touchwood. The credit goes to Dabur Chyawanprash. The best part is that she finds it yummy and her aunt (me of course) also finds it totally yummy 🙂

How Dabur Chyawanaprash helped


Chyawanprash, a time-tested, age-old formulation has a number of herbs like Amla, known to be one of the best antioxidants, Giloy (Guduchi), known to have immuno-modulatory properties, and has more than 40 other natural ingredients

Dabur Chyawanprash has anti-oxidant properties and helps to strengthen your body’s internal defence mechanism – the immune system – thereby protecting you from day to day infections such as cough, cold etc.

Dabur Chyawanprash’s magnificent brew of Ayurvedic herbs strengthens the body’s natural defence mechanism by stimulating your NK cells* (Natural Killer Cells). NK cells assist in fighting with virus and bacteria in your body, thus giving us increased immunity from various infections .

Recent scientific studies conducted on Dabur Chyawanprash have proven its immunomodulatory and anti-allergic potential.

Minnu has turned naughtier these days.She is bored of seeing me type this post for the past 30 minutes and is trying to irritate me by running her little fingers over the keyboard and typing random letters  in between .Thanks Dabur Chyawanprash!! Credit goes to you. 🙂


This post is as a part of Daburs immuneIndia challenge.


I have thoughts brimming out of my heart

But I fear what others think I am

I have stringed the words for the crowd

But I fear what others think I am

My words are dancing at the tip of my tongue

But I fear what others think I am

My eyes cherish a dream

But I fear what others think I am

My steps know my destination

But I fear what others think I am

I know who stands in my path

The fear what others think  I am.

Why should I when it’s me who lives my life?