Check out my Poem!!

I had emailed this poem to Reading Hour Magazine for publication.. I didn't got a reply from the editor , so I'm posting my poem here.. The poem is about the feelings of a nerdy stressed girl as she takes a boat journey through the sea..  Read and enjoy ...

                             The FANNED OUT FANTASIES

                                                                                                      By  Jane Mary Kurian

I  boarded  the  boat,  tied  to  the  rock

With  neither  roof  above,  nor  laws  ahead

“Sigh”  I  whispered.  No  Boss  to  bluster  more

Free  ahead  all  through  my  journey  home.

The  rope  untied,  the  engine  Grred

The  boat  rivaled  the  tide  to  turn,  while

my mind rivaled to the welled up tears.

A  Second . I  was  free,  to  cross  the  breast  of  the  sea.

The  wind ,  it  took,  full  revenge  on  my  face

Splashing  my  hair  into  the  cool  air  abroad

Appraising  her  talents,  I  closed  my  eyes

Shunning  the  Day-mares  of  life  for  now.

My  boat  touched  the  mid-sea  in  the  feat-

Swirling  it  up  and  down  to  the  tune  of  the  waves

I  acquitted  my  limbs  to  trace  the  swing  of  the  boat

To  travel  as  the  Wave  Queen  into  the  abyss

I  stretched  my  feet  out  of  the  boat’s  brim

Sketching  the  way  I  stamped  on  the  waves

Alas!   the  waves  slowed  its  growling

Was she keeping her toe in the line before her queen?

Nay!  It  was  the  land  near  that  took  him  away

Aye!  I  watched  the  green  grass  way,  as  she

Corrupted  my  waves  by  a  million  lands,

Coaxing  her  to  cut  and  run at the contours of the land.

 My   eyes   dropped  at  my  waterloo

Crushed  was,  Me,  the  Queen  of  waves.

Stepped  out  of  my  chariot  as  it  anchored

To  the  heavy  rock,  where  my  tears  spilled.

With  a  heart  sinking  in  the  land,  I  pledged-

To  the  one  who  broke  my  gait,  I  said-

Back   Again,  I’ll  come  Again,  to  avenge-

The  tears  of  my  chained  culicue,  Oh! Hear,  Oh! Shore.

Hardly  did  I  know,  until  waken  by  the  hot  breeze,

That   all  of  my  fanned  out  fantasies  died  for  now

Cause,  I’m  No  Queen  just  another  nerd  on  the  highway

Enjoying  the  privilege  to  dream  till  I   tire  my soul.

Back  again  to  who-knows-when-end’s  life

Garnishing  my  flustered  feathers  of  mind, I  said-

“I’ll  come  again,  to  your  abyss,  into your lap

Just   to   elope   with   you   for   a   moment  of  another  fantasy……

Confession Time......!!

I am hardly Industrious But I definitely love to stand and admire the successes of big , smart Industries....{I meant I love to admire other peoples' successes other than striving for my successes}

Yet, I love to be an workaholic... A Workaholic, just like my mom...For that I have put my foot down and started sticking to a timetable..
So you are asking me hows it going?? 

Well, its going smoothly except for the fact that 
I'm hardly sticking to my Timetable.........
Buhahahahaaaa...:D

To my Notebook, from your lover

I can't stop reading The Notebook of Nicholas Sparks.. I love it sooo much ... I guess I'm becoming a Sparks fan now.. 

Ahh... Notebook lulls me to sleep and when I wake up I know its still there , beneath my pillow, smiling at me gently .. When the bell rings for me, reminding me to fall back into my cozy bed, I remember to read a few lines before the sleep takes me over ..When I trace your lines , I look to the faces that I saw in the movie.. Yet, for me, My Notebook holds more true and beautiful than the snapshots of the movie.. Oh my love! forgive me coz I can't get you off my mind or from my Blog...

Yours lovingly....

 whhh

Oooooo.... ..Onam ..Onam .. My Onam.....

I know, I know , I know

                                          I haven't even cared to tilt my head and look how pathetic my blog has become?.. Hardly, any posts.. I'm sorry.. I was busy..

The last week of August saw the coming of my favourite Onam.. Onam is the festival of Kerala.. I'm not going to delineate on what onam is but I should mention here that this was the Best Onam I ever had.. This was the first time I wore garlands of jasmine flowers in my hair...  Oh my god! it was so wonderful.. Though I should admit that the hairpins desperately clinging to the hair roots to keep the long, heavy garland in place is painful... Nonetheless,I looked special and felt special.. This year's  Onam saw me in a keralite culture from head to toe.. I hope Maveli would be happy..

Here are some photos that I took after getting home ..

The flower garland that I pinned in my hair...

the photo obviously don't so perfect.. But bear with me guys..
Coz this was all I could get with my one hand locked in the
Camera 

There was even more surprises to come.. I had went to my ancestral house on 28th August , the day of Onam.. When I got out of my car, I was completely taken by surprise to see a beautiful Onam Pookalam { or Flower Rangoli- which is the flower decorations made in the front of the house as part of the Onam celebrations}  in the front of the house.. I was sure that none of my cousins hadn't reached home by then. If so, Who did it?.. It was my uncle.. Mani Uncle made it.. Jesus! it was so beautiful.. I think you should see the photo.. I simply loved it....

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 We all had beautiful lunch and by evening , me and my mom said goodbye to a wonderful day...



Bye Grandpa... Bye Granny.. Bye Onam

By the way, I didn't say what made my onam special.. It was everything.. Dressing up as a beautiful Keralite Lady, a peaceful journey, an enthusiastic welcome by family, and  lively gossip ,of course..{buhahaha...:D} Mom and me missed my grandparents a lot for a few days..I don't know what made it special..  But there was something. and  I Loved that something

Just feeling Empty & thats All

Long time no see & will no see

I don't know.. Couldn't get the mood to blog when there was time and couldn't get time when there was mood.. Nothing so exciting till now, to blog. Everything is "Bland & Blanch".. Thought you could help me but sometimes, its best to rely on one's own diary.. And yes, so I turned to diary-writing for a couple of days now and it feels robust but , not yet rejuvenating..

Behind the Scenes Story of Pallavi Purakayastha's Rape-Murder Case

So, I'm talking about a famous, heinous, recently happened Rape Case of Pallavi Purakayasta.. I'm not going to delineate on how she was raped and murdered but about a real inside  story......

Poor girl! she was raped and murdered by the guard of her own flat and it happened a few days back.. I heard some stories about her family from a very close acquaintance of mine, who knows her family well.. Lets call this acquaintance Mr.X..

Pallavi's relation with her family was not smooth.. There were constant fights with her parents and finally, she got kicked out of her house.. I am not pointing towards her character problem or anything else.. These kind of things happens in life..

What frustrated me is that, hardly one week have passed after her unusual death, but Pallavi's sister is busy hanging out with her friends..  Pallavi is her sister.. No matter how many fights they got into, they lived together in a house as a family.. How can you forget someone so easily? Lets for arguments sake, assume that they didn't have a warm relation with each other.. Still, this person, whom you have seen for these many years, have died in such a gruesome terrible incident and even then, you take it coolly?

Don't take my opinions in the wrong way..
Dear family of Pallavi: you might have had terrible fights with each other but still, the person with whom you fought with, is RAPED and KILLED tragically.. I am not going to ask you to put on some fake tears or wear white clothes because that is not the pain I'm talking about.... I am surprised that you don't have any feelings at all.. Its all very strange to me.. My cousin, was staying at my house for past 5 days and yesterday, she left to her hostel.. I was very sad when she went, eventhough I knew that she would be Back soon..  Still I felt an emptiness in my heart.. I felt a lump in my heart when her train left with her.. 

Maybe, I'm wrong.. Maybe it is because I'm over-emotional.. Blame it on me..

Sorry for Bothering You..!

****Happy B-day Momzy!! ****

This is the photo of my very first Sambhar Curry.. (Don't judge by this photo.. It is a very tasty curry.. ) Sambhar is a South-Indian curry and also, my favourite curry..

Today is my mother's birthday.. Ahem! but as usual,  I forgot.. What to do? I'm bad in remembering Birthdays... So, I was late for wishing her happy B-day.. Sorry mom!! My apologies...Anyway, As a Gift, I made her Sambhar curry for lunch.. I'm thinking about making some  sweets in the evening too..
P.S Mom don't like celebrations... She is right coz I also, hate it to some extent....
 ..(Hmm, My uncle ringed up my mom just now, to wish her..Wow!! What a memory Setji! Guess what? Humans are like that , except me)

Anyway, happy B-day Mom! I'm the most luckiest person in the world Coz I had You.......



Not only that, today is my friend's B-day too.. Fortunately, I came to know about it when I logged into Facebook few minutes back.. I have to ring her up.. In sum, Today is Birthday's Day, I guess