13

It was another weekend .She walked in haste from the bus stop  to the tuition class.Her weekends were divided among different such tuition teachers as she was in the tenth grade .Being in tenth means coaching from school alone is not sufficient to get good grades .It was a norm to go to tuition in the 10th grade and she didn’t want to be an exception .She was rather a bright student and managed to get good marks without any external help.But when all her friends started joining classes ,she felt insecure and joined the classes though she knew it wasn’t really necessary for her.

She  knew that she would reach the class way too early. Being late for the class means she should sit in the front row near the teacher which she really hated..that is why she got out of the house early.The morning seemed unusually pleasant ,chirping of birds filled the air..Her hair played in the breeze,golden rays from the morning sun added a divine beauty to her face .She smiled at the municipal workers cleaning the road..there  was innocence in that smile and eyes…

She reached the corner of the street where the main road lead to a narrow lane.A bicycle bell rang continuously .Ignoring ,she made her way to the narrow lane,reciting the poem that the teacher had asked them to study.The lane was totally deserted ..there was no one at sight.Then suddenly she just froze . A man on the bicycle rode past her and groped her .It happened in flash of a second.

She just stood there shocked not knowing what to do,confused about what had just happened .She felt her head spinning .Her 14 yr old mind could not relate to what has just happened.Her feet refused to take any further step .She didn’t know how or what to react .When she regained her senses ,all she could do was to walk  as fast as her legs could take her to the classes.

Whenever she remembers the day 13th of feb,she feels the pain – pain as if someone had stabbed hard on her heart.Since then she has an unexplainable fear for the number 13.She believes that the number would bring her bad luck .The 14 yr old in her mind still refuses to trust any man.Never would she trust any man.She  views every single man on the earth with a suspicious eye. She believes  that the only man in the world who wouldn’t hurt her is her father.Everyone considers her as feminist,thinks she is arrogant .She fakes to be bold,but within she is the same 14yr old kid who  fears all men in the world…

cooking experiments

Cooking is an art. All the good cooks out there  I salute you. I wonder how you mix all those ingredients in correct proportion and miraculously turn them into yummy food .I think God forgot to incorporate the cooking gene when He made me.

I am the kind of person who read  recipes from cook books and net; imagine myself preparing them  and thinks that making food is super easy. But when theory session turns into practical the real trouble begins…The food I prepare never fits into the class ‘edible‘.

I try the same recipes with the exact amount of ingredients but something or the other happens and everything would turn out into one big mess.

So last day I tried my luck with the newly created interest for cooking.A beginner like me should have tried out something easy but I headed  straight for the chicken curry –a person who doesn’t know the ABC of cooking trying luck with chicken . 😀

I found this cartoon pic over the net,may be we (me and the poor chicken ) would have looked like this during the process .

With the recipe handed by mom,I started my battle with chicken, onions and all other stuff that I don’t remember exactly  right now. Within an hour or two it turned out into something that resembled sambar.The gravy was somewhat ok but I had added too much spices  and the chicken was floating in the gravy like it had no connection with the curry.I need to say that our kitchen turned out messier than the dish I prepared.  Mom was complaining about the way the kitchen looked after my cooking experiments but she was happy that I the took effort to learn cooking 🙂

Never mind this was the 1^st time,next time I will try some basic easy dish and turn it into a huge hit and  oh  yea without making the kitchen messy 😀

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Fathers day

Dear Dad.This is to say that   you are the best dad in this whole world..I am really blessed to have a father like you.I love you more than anyone in this world may be even   more than mom(sorry ma ;))

When the whole world was against me you stood by me,supported me…you always gave priority to my needs..I had even heard bro complaining that u love me more ..(hey that’s not true..bro always uses this statement sentence to win arguments 😉 )

I know that I  am a really bad daughter, never lived upto your expectations.. I always gave you constant worries..my head goes down with guilt at the very thought ..my heart skips a beat when I think that I was the reason behind your tears..sorry dad for being such a terrible daughter .You always loved me unconditionally.(I always wonder how you keep doing it) . You are my super hero my old man (I know how you hate it when i call you old ..and I myself fear  the fact that you are getting old) .. I promise you that from now on i will try my level best to live upto your expectations..You always make me feel like a princess …I love you so much 🙂

I know that I don’t need a particular day to remember you  but still ..Happy Fathers Day dad  🙂

Yours lovingly

AL

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wandering thoughts

My heart floats aimlessly

Deep down it aches,yearns for help

Loses  hope,lets the current play

The ride isn’t smooth

Drown by the waves
With all might manages  a glimpse of the sky

To realize a giant wave is to swallow it

The pain is frozen

Faith is lost

Left with the only option  surrender

The flow takes to the luxury of two choices-

An endless unpredictable roller coaster ride

and a tunnel of agony.

There is no turning back,choice has to be made..

Homesick !!!!!

Argh yes i am suffering from a serious case of HOMESICKNESS!!!!

and the point to be noted is that I am still at my home.confused? I will explain it you guys..

After a few days to be precise 3 days I will move back to my hostel..my holidays are getting over and my class will start by Monday and you can see me whining like a 6 yr old kid on this Monday morning..I don’t want to go to hostel , the very thought is killing me . I am getting that  horrid feeling of being separated -homesickness, even while i am still  at home counting my days at home.

So u might be wondering whether our hostel is such a horrible place ..no no don’t get me wrong..its really fun to be there with all your friends..But my mind is so strange and stupid,while it should be enjoying the coziness of home it thinks about hostileness of the hostel room..cold flooring ,not so pleasing food,strict wardens *cough n all the things that gives a nightmare..(even though there are a handful of good memories and all those noble hearts that tolerate me..really they are so patient with me  )

And while i am in the hostel I long for my home,my mom’s food which otherwise  i would ignore(don’t get me wrong my moms food is really delicious..but umm fast foods- it’s really hard to say no   😉 I think they mix in some stuff  that makes u get addicted)

and my cozy bed ..

A  friend of mine recently commented that it’s high time I get rid of this negative thought..Really? Is missing home  that negative ?

Anyways i am preparing for the stage of adaption..hope I get rid of this evil friend of mine-Homesickness 🙂

It’s Raining !!!!

It’s raining heavily in Kerala  these days .It came as a relief from the scorching heat.

I have a love hate relationship with the rain.During my childhood days i loved rain so so much that it was a tedious job for my parents to get me back into the house.Rain was so dear to me that i would sneak out of the house whenever i got a chance so that i could get drenched in rain..We used to make paper boats and watch them taken away by the current,splash water on each others face,jump into the puddles splashing water everywhere making ourselves wet and dirty.It was so much fun. OMG it was such an awesome feeling!!!!!! I feel happy at the very thought.Recollecting those good old memories brings a smile on my face 🙂

But now things are different ; though the nostalgic memories triggers smiles on my face, the actual rain now puts me down.You know our likes change.and now i prefer the sunny day to the rain.I get bored, irritated in this cold wet climate.At times I doubt whether i have seasonal depression haha  😉 That was a joke !!

And on the top of that we are having our semester break and this rain forces me to stay back at home.All I do these days is alternating between watching tv,surfing the net,spending a big share of my time in facebook and also books.I haven’t stepped out of my house ever since the rain started.And all the above said timepasses  are of no use and so I sill remain bored .so who s the culprit for all these- Rain.

So i hate rain but somewhere in the deep corner of my heart the kid in me still loves rain.