"Aakaash" is the Limit!

I Believe In Angels...

2011-10-24T03:22:00.001+05:30

They said God gives as much as he takes,
I never believed them.
He took more from me than he could ever give!
They said time heals all wounds,
I never believed them.
Time transforms every wound into a scar!
They said you're now in a better place,
I never believed them.
The best place you'll ever be is my heart!
They said I am foolish to keep dwelling in the past,
I never believed them.
'Coz I am living in the future we created together!
They said I have the superpower within me to give my life meaning,
I believed them.
YOU are my superpower...
YOU gave my life meaning...
YOU are what I believe in...
I believe in angels!

(In loving memory of Elvira Guadalupe Murguia Nuñez ~ February 23 1986--October 23 2009).
You'll always be the biggest love of my life. Love you forever and beyond eternity!
Mmmmmmmmmmmwwwwwwwaaaaaaaah!

English August

2011-06-28T20:28:00.003+05:30

As usual I was glued to the computer this morning when my maid came to clean my room. We normally don’t exchange words. I just lift my feet up from the ground if I’m busy with something while she sweeps the floor. Otherwise I walk out of the room and take a 5-minute break while she’s at it. There are rare occasions when she decides to get friendly and asks me some irrelevant question to which I usually respond with a nonchalant reply. This was one of those days.

I put my feet up on the chair and continued to do my work while she began sweeping the room. A few minutes later she realized it was ‘Ask-Nerdy-A-Question-Day’.

“Mon enthuvaa padichathu?” [What have you studied, son?]

“English”, I replied taking my eyes off the computer for a second.

“English maathram ee kaalathu aarenkilum padikkumo?”, [Are there people who study English alone these days?] She asked looking as perplexed as an onlooker at Rai Bareily hearing Sonia Gandhi murder Hindi.

“Hmmm...”, I said nodding my head and stopping my work momentarily, waiting for her to say something.

I had my eyes fixed on the monitor even as I paused and waited for her to speak. However she didn’t ask anything else & quickly finished her work & left the room.

Should I have told her I’ve also studied Cinema? I thought to myself. Oh! No. What if she thinks I go to the cinema hall with a notebook every Friday when a new movie releases to take down notes! That would only add to the weirdness quotient she already attributes to me. Sigh!

I continued to do my work leaving the maid to believe that English (Literature) is for dummies while smart people do rare courses like MBBS, Engineering or perhaps this rarest course called MBA. Someday in the near future maids will get smarter and savvier like this one maid I saw in an Advertisement some years back and they'll understand the feelings of poor folks like me.

The original ad was in Tamil and shown frequently on SS Music in the mid part of 2000’s until perhaps 2009. It was one of those rare ads that are funny & creative especially for an ad on a ‘Spoken-English course’. I couldn’t find the original on You Tube. Here’s a dubbed version in Hindi.

Anyway!

2011-06-23T12:35:00.000+05:30

Original Photograph.

Anyway! -By Mother Theresa

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self centred;

Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;

Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;

Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;

Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;

Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;

Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;

Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;

Give the world the best you've got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and your God;

It was never between you and them anyway.

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This poem was reported to have been inscribed on the wall of Mother Teresa's children's home in Calcutta, and thus attributed to her. However, an article in the New York Times (March 8, 2002) has reported that the original version of this poem was actually written by a certain Dr. Kent M. Keith.

I cant remember how many times I have received this poem in my email and how many times I've ignored it when I was asked to forward it. I don't believe in blind-forwarding, that's just a truck load of crap. But the kind of mood I am in right now & the confused stage in life that I'm going through right now I felt this poem was perfect. Doesn't matter who wrote it, I sincerely hope the words in them change your life... for the good. It may not change your life the next minute or day you read & follow it.
Read it anyway!

The Tightrope Walker

2011-03-05T04:24:00.001+05:30

He was never really an accomplished funambulist in the first place. In fact he was one of those people who managed to throw a surprise at people when they least expected. At times he displayed sparks of genius in whatever he did, yet sometimes he gave the impression that goddess luck was his favorite mistress. The only thing consistent about him was that he performed marvelously under tremendous amount of pressure. It was like a bizarre quantity of pressure was the only fuel that sustained this possessed man.

Nash Skye, was near about thirty or so but could easily pass off as someone barely out of his teens owing to his rather frail looking yet slightly athletic body. His eyes had some sort of ambrosial charm the womenfolk of the village spoke about in fancy terms. Strangely he never got carried away by any of the adulation he got and it almost seemed like he was blind to the beauty around him. No one knew where he came from but the village elders would vouch for the fact that he was a typical drifter who had his heart set in a land of hopeless dreams.

During his last act, when the villagers were about to write him off, he did the unthinkable. He took the biggest risk of his life and pulled it off with incredible gusto. He let himself fall off the rope exactly when he reached the middle and even as the unsuspecting villagers let out a scream he hung on to it with his two toes and swung like a pendulum until his body came to a rest. No one had ever seen anything of that caliber ever before. Suddenly the tightrope walker was the new God in the little village.

The dumbfounding story of Nash Skye and his incredible act spread like wildfire. It was only about a week back when less than twenty people waiting to tear him apart with their cynicism witnessed an act of divinity. Today there were easily a hundred of them gathered around to see their 'God' perform once again. They waited with bated breath as he walked towards the middle of the rope. THUD! The pale thin man fell halfway through his act & lay paralyzed in a pool of blood even as the spectators began to walk away. Some of them walked away hastily to avoid being in a nasty scene while the others quickly decided to grab a cup of tea from the nearby tea-shop. One thing was quite certain. Everyone in the village had found a new topic to discuss for many days to come
-The fall of the tightrope walker!

[Image source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/91515119@N00/1795141144 ]

Lov-E

2009-11-26T23:59:00.001+05:30

She was sitting in her favorite place in the balcony of her apartment stroking her slightly protruding tummy & sipping coffee. No, she wasn't a coffee addict like many her age, but probably she figured I'm a Coffee Freak and the coffee she sipped would pass on through the umbilical cord to me. I was lying there half asleep when tiny droplets of coffee trickled on my face and I opened my tiny mouth and tasted my very first drops of coffee. Mommy then stroked her tummy again as I moved inside, thanking her for the coffee. I knew she loved me a lot, though she never really said it like anyone else would normally do. But I was her little baby and she called me sweet names in the sweetest ways possible almost every minute. Also the fact that she named me Lov-E made me believe there was none she loved more than me.

The word Lov-E meant a lot to her as much as it did to me. It was short for Lovable-Embryo and also E for the greatest E’motion in the universe –Love. But sometimes I felt mommy wasn’t too convinced by the emotion, even though she was already impregnated by the feeling and it was growing inside her –everyday, every minute, every single moment. Sometimes mommy would be so lost in her thoughts that she wouldn’t answer the questions I asked her. I donno if she never heard me or if she chose not to listen. But I always spoke to her, I spoke my heart out, poured my feelings into the amniotic fluid and into the blood that flowed in from her body and out through mine. But my words got dispersed in the vacuum and at times were mostly incomprehensible or half baked ones which didn’t matter much to mommy.

Mommy wasn’t convinced about the power of Lov-E that grew inside her and sometimes I think she didn’t want me in the first place. I remember she had asked for some ‘time’ to think over it and get ‘used’ to it. She was excited from the very first day but she was at the same time not too sure if the excitement would last long enough until all this grew bigger. She was afraid she may lose all this excitement in the coming days and all this might be a passing emotion, something that wouldn’t last long…. Just another phase in her life! I guess she had her own share of bad experiences in life but I wanted to scream and tell mommy this wasn’t gonna be like anything she had experienced before. “This was gonna be the greatest adventure ever mommy… You and the Lov-E that’s growing inside you will make it through every storm & every dark day… Get over your insecurities… You juz have to believe me mommy coz I’ll never let you down…”

But she never heard me, and never once believed me. She sat in her balcony and finished her coffee and walked away to do other things more important to her. Whenever she went to her office she was always worried about what her friends said about her. Some of them obviously didn’t like the ‘visible change’ in her and voiced their opinions. Mommy pondered over the effect of the change in her and wondered why she had to go through all this. Her already confused brain worked overtime and with each passing day she fell into a hollow of depression and self doubt. Sometimes it affected me, sometimes I pretended it didn’t affect me at all and closed my eyes and went to sleep almost drowning myself in mommy’s blood which was beginning to poison my mind and my body. The tantrums she threw affected my brain and her silent thoughts were acting like a silent killer and beginning to take its toll on me.

One day mommy said what I had never dreamt I’d hear even in my scariest dreams. “I don’t want Lov-E...” she said stroking her tummy. I was slightly sick and had almost fallen asleep, but those words fell on my ears like a huge boulder thrown on me mercilessly crushing my nimble body underneath it. Maybe she didn’t mean to say it, maybe she had no clue what she was doing. Maybe she said it to herself and didn’t want me to hear it. But it woke me up nevertheless and hurt me much more than she could possibly imagine.

I lay awake all night crying and wondering why mommy ever said those harsh words. Did she ever stop to think what I’d have to go through because of her rash decision? What about my little dreams? What about all those things I imagined I’d do with her? What about all those sweet words she told me from her favorite balcony? What about those promises of giving me the moon? What about those kisses and hugs and loving whispers I dreamt she’d shower me with? What about those assurances she gave me when I felt lonely and lost and wasn’t sure what I was doing in her womb? What about all those times I made her smile whenever I tossed and turned in her tummy? Was this how it was supposed to end? Is this what I deserved after all that we shared mommy?

You should've rather named me Dog-E mommy, maybe then even if you abandon me I'd be picked up from the street by some dog lover or some social worker. I still may have had a chance to live. But no! I was named this way for a reason, and you forgot what it was. If only you had used the 'time' you had asked for in a better way instead of cramming your head with futile imagination and negative thoughts you may have loved me as much as I loved you. You'd have known we were meant to be and this world would've seemed a better place for me and you. But it was not meant to be!

I wiped my tears and thought for a second. If mommy made a decision I must respect it and accept it, even if it means bringing harm on myself. I held on tight to the umbilical cord and waited for mommy to fall asleep that night. She must’ve been tired or maybe weary of carrying me and the burden I am to her tummy as well as her sweet li’l heart. She fell asleep as soon as she lay on the bed. As the night grew darker my tiny heart beat faster. I had to do it, but I couldn’t bring myself to it how much ever harder I tried.

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine my mommy’s kind face. One last time I sent a kiss through the amniotic fluid and said, “I love you Mommy... Forever and beyond” and pulled on hard at the umbilical cord severing all connections between mommy and me. Mommy suddenly woke up from her sleep and groaned in pain. She held on to her tummy and writhed in her bed. Blood gushed into my peaceful home in her tummy and I began to feel a terrible pain engulfing me. My half formed limbs and organs began to feel weak. Before I lost consciousness I pulled all the 'wires' around me and then closed my eyes and embraced my inevitable end.

Mommy didn’t know what was happening to her. She had no clue why this was happening either. That was exactly how I felt when you decided to kill me mommy... Now you know how it feels when a loved one walks out on you. You may regret deciding to kill me someday, but you’ll find that it’s too late to turn back time. There’s nothing you can do now coz I’ve pulled all the plugs at my end and ended all your miseries. But is this the end of everything? No. This is only the beginning of greater miseries for you. You may wanna have another Lov-E someday, but you would soon know there’s no Lov-E greater than me. There’s none who’d love you as much as I do. There’d never be a Lov-E that would be as much a part of you as I was. I’m leaving behind a trail of blood and my body for you which the doctors might call a ‘dead piece of meat’ or just a piece of foetal flesh. Maybe that was all I was to you. The doctors will also tell you that this was the last time you could have anything like Lov-E coz on my way out I've made sure you cannot have another one in this lifetime. I've left behind a void -a home that'll forever be empty.

Each time you stroke your tummy you'll remember me coz that was my favorite place on earth -the safest home where you hid me from the rest of the world and its miseries. You'll miss me when you have coffee coz I wont be there to share it with you and every day, every moment, every thing you do will remind you of me... and you'll miss your one and only Lov-E. You should have thought twice mommy, coz now there’s no going back. I’ll no longer be a burden to you.

Goodbye mommy.

I love you!

Mixed Feelings 2: Pre-Diwali Surprises

2009-11-04T23:47:00.001+05:30

Oct 16. 2009:

It must've been around 10 or later in the morning when i tried to open my eyes, almost succeeding to open one a li'l more than the other. I looked for my cellphone & found it under my pillow. My sister had sent me an sms letting me know that dad's surgery went well & he was recovering well. Good! I thought. God must've been in a 'giving' mood this Diwali and if he has made this right he'll do the same for my other priorities... in the same order i asked him to. I went to the balcony and the air seemed fresher and the day seemed brighter. I inhaled a bit and found I still have my cold and my body was hurting a bit more & my temperature was on a rise. I smiled. I looked up at the sky and said "thanks.... if you've increased my pain it sure means you've decreased the pain for dad & Elviz and also taken care of everything else as per 'our plan'...".

I went back inside & brushed ma teeth & then put on some light clothes & went down to the restaurant on the ground floor of ma building and tried having breakfast but had a hard time swallowing as well as chewing coz of being feverish. I gulped the coffee & left the food on the table & ignoring the waiters & others who looked at 'weird eyed Joe' with a red nose & funny swagger, went up to my room. The steps to the 3rd floor seemed never ending & as soon as i reached my room i crashed on my bed and went off to sleep.

I was woken up a while later by the sound of my phone ringing. I turned in my bed and looked for my phone on the table, but it wasn't there. "Where the hell is it?" I thought. I tried hard to concentrate on the sound with whatever li'l sense that was working and figured it was coming from my pocket. I answered the call moments before it would've been disconnected.

"Hhh...lo?" I said, wondering whatever happened to my voice.
"Hello?? ....Aakaash??" said a slightly aged female voice on the other end.
I cleared my throat and said again "Hello..."
"Is this Aakaash?" she enquired again.
"Yeah, Speaking... Who's this....?" I asked while i analyzed the voice & ran it through my database of female voices.
NO MATCH FOUND.
My feverish brain gave a quicker result than expected of it along with a helpful note to remove my confusion, if any. -This is a call from a Chennai no: dude... and you don't have any friends who fit into the age group of this particular voice- said the brain.
Before i could thank my brain for the timely tip, the female voice continued "I'm calling from The National Folklore Support Centre..."
BLINK.
Without me prompting, my brain ran a scan through the database of people who were acquaintances or those i met or talked to recently.
BLINK.
The lady with kind eyes at the reception of the folklore office smiled in a virtual image.
"Oh hello ma'am... How're you?" i asked enthusiastically.
"I'm fine, thank you... how're you?"
"I'm... uh... pretty okie..." I replied half-heartedly.
"So... I've called you to let you know that you've got the job as programme officer at our office".
"Oh... Ok...."
There was no response for a bit from the other end.
"Thank you ma'am...." i added.
"Hmmm.... You're not excited Aakaash?" she asked with genuine eagerness.
"Ah... well.... I'm sorry ma'am... I... Its just... I AM... I'm excited ma'am... but its like... my dad had been admitted in the hospital for a brain surgery yesterday and he went through the surgery today morning at 4am... and I've been crying all night... and also feverish & juz woke up from sleep when you called... So.... But I'm really excited ma'am.
I donno if she was convinced by that reply or if she thought she juz ruined her day calling a Mooney Loony boy but I was soon connected to my new boss who 'officially' gave me the news that i was appointed as the new "Programme Officer" -Field Work, at NFSC, Nungambakkam-Chennai. I was seriously losing my ability to induce my vocal chords to produce some sort of sound at least remotely like talking. Somehow I managed to thank him for considering me worthy of the job and expressed my gratitude in the least possible way. The next thing on my mind as well as his was when would be the ideal date for me to join the new job. My heart skipped a beat. How on earth am I gonna tell him I needed to be with my dad now more than at the office. I somehow gathered enough guts & told him my dad's condition & that i needed to go home for at least a week or maybe until dad recovers. What had slipped my mind was the fact that it was Diwali & God a while ago was in a real 'giving' mood. So my boss spoke words i desperately needed to hear. He asked me to take my time & join on the first working day of November, which happened to be Monday, Nov 2nd. Perfect! I thought. This juz couldn't get any better.

I hung up & gave out a loud screech. Went & stood in front of the mirror & said "Hey Dude.... You better get your act together now.... Life's juz gonna get hectic... and there wont be any time for anything else... So if u wanna have fun & play the fool... do it now". Wooooooohooooooooooooo! I yelled & then picked up the phone & called my best bud & bro Sujeeth Nair. As i dialled his no: & waited for him to pick up i could hear Tamil drums being played in the background & crackers being burst somewhere in the close vicinity of my building. On any other day I'd have passed it off as someone in the mood for some early celebration on the eve of Diwali. But No, I chose to believe otherwise. It was the drum beat of my joy & celebration & crackers were being burst in the name of my personal victory. For a guy who was almost broke, had no cash to buy himself crackers or sweets or even receive sweets from anyone, if at all and for someone who wasn't even planning to celebrate, this was more than he could ask for. The world being part of my li'l joy -I hadn't foreseen this one ever. Conveyed the news first to Sujeeth & then my sister, who in turn passed on the good news to friends & relatives. Everybody expressed their pride & excitement & I was sure dad was gonna be equally or doubly happy & maybe even recover faster now.
Next on my list of things to do -Go home ASAP!

Mixed Feelings 1: The Festival Hater

2009-11-04T23:42:00.001+05:30

Oct 15. 2009:

It was one of the most unusual evenings I've had in recent times. My sis called me up and told me dad has been worrying himself miserably over the last few days, especially ever since I attended my last job interview and they told me they'd get back to me by Friday. It was only Thursday and dad already had his bouts of severe headaches wondering if they'd take me or dump me for a better and deserving candidate and my sis feared the worst and took him for a scan. The results came in and just like she feared it was another one of those internal bleeding cases, a subdural haematoma in medical terms... something we thought we had buried in our pasts. Already having had 2 brain surgeries in April and May 2009 respectively, it was too much in too less time. No one even dreamt there would be a 3rd one because the doctors assured us there was nothing to worry. So much for their goddamn assurance, coz sometimes god's plans don't go hand in hand with a doc's assurances.

The city of Chennai was gearing up to celebrate Diwali which was in a couple of days. Hoardings and posters everywhere suggested large scale celebrations and joy and fun times. Not for me though. If it were up to me I'd definitely have torn down everything that suggested happiness in the city. But then, that would be too selfish of me. So I walked ahead on the streets, almost ignoring people having fun and making last minute purchases or just going about their festive business. I had no clue what to do coz I was 'ordered' by dad before he was taken into the neuro ICU 'not to' rush home while ma job status was pending, and I was in no mood to celebrate Diwali as well.

Kerala is not known for Diwali celebrations as much as Chennai or any other state down south or up north. I had never really given it a thought as to why only my state has a problem with a festival that's otherwise so much fun & has a lot to do with gods who're pretty big deal in our state too. Maybe Kerala has an attitude problem or is trying to be different or perhaps the folks only wanna celebrate local festivals like Onam & Vishu [which by the way is not a local festival coz its known as Ugadi, Pongal, Baisakhi, Sankranti etc in other states. So there!] Anyways, I almost felt like my state, Kerala; while I was trying to "avoid" Diwali and say no to any kinda celebration. Yes, I did feel stupid doing so but had no choice not to. A pending job status, Dad in the Neuro ICU, Dad's 'order' not to come home, My best friend Elviz admitted in a hospital in Mexico due to severe health complications, Myself beginning to have a cold coz of the smoke in the atmosphere resulting from the Diwali crackers people burst in the narrowest of lanes without even thinking for once how it'd affect a person living on the 3rd floor of the adjacent building next to the shoddy lane.... and finally a sad case of one's self respect & worthiness hanging on the noose when someone you love more than your life accepts you & then rejects you in the same week & vanishes into oblivion shutting the doors of communication behind them.... Doesn't seem like a time to celebrate, does it?

I lay in bed half asleep that night, tired & worn out and sort of wishing if there was something I could do to change things.... at least one of the many things. Hours rolled by and as the wee hours of the night gave in to a dawn that was only a horizon away, my tears had dried up and i made my priorities clear to God. I looked out to the purple sky through the window and said; Take care of Dad & Elviz... They're the ones who need care & blessings... Forget ma job right now... Or bring it down the list coz nothing is important than these two to me... I can survive this cold or an impending fever and wouldn't mind succumbing to it coz in any case 'she' was making me feel utterly miserable trying to avoid me like the plague. Having been convinced that my prayers reached their destination i gave in to impending sleep or probably the weariness induced by several hours of crying.

Forrest Lump :)

2009-10-28T03:42:00.002+05:30

"What's that lump in ur mouth boy?" asked the stranger at the bus stop.
"Thwey yaar shum chwocolates" He replied finishing up the yummy chocs in his mouth.
The stranger looked on and watched Forrest Lump finish what he had stuffed in his mouth.
Then he looked up & held the box towards the stranger and said "My Dee says... Life's like a box of chocolates... you never know what's inside them until u open it..."
The stranger leaned forward to pick a chocolate for herself when Forrest pulled back the box & took a piece & began stuffing his mouth again with more pieces.
She grumbled to herself and got up.
A bus came by just at that moment. She gave Forrest a sore glance & walked into the bus writhing in anger at the insult she had to go through.
The bus driver opened the door & looked at her as she got in & sat on the first empty seat she found.
"WHATTTT?" she yelled at the bus driver, obviously annoyed at being stared at.
"Hmmmm... So, did he share his chocolates with you?" asked the bus driver
"Who? That bloody greedy fella at the bus stop?"
"Yeah! That one..."
"What do u think huh?"
"Well... If he did... i must say you're a lucky lady... If he didnt... then he only did what he always does"
The stranger looked on bemused at the bus driver.
"He's called Forrest Lump in this town coz he always has a lump of chocs in his mouth.. and he sits at that bus stop waiting for a bus to Seattle to meet his Dee... but the wimp has no clue that there ain't no bus from India to Seattle.... and by the way.... He only shares his STORIES with u... he NEVER shares CHOCOLATES with strangers!!!
The stranger sat in her seat with a pale expression.

She had no idea what to say.

As she looked on from the moving bus, she saw Forrest finishing up the last piece in his box of chocolates & takin out a new one from his bag as another stranger came & sat at the bus stop.

..............Dedicated to ma adorable sis Derdriu Hereau... Thanx for the box of chocolates & thanx for all the love you gimme constantly... Thanx for makin this li'l bug a part of your wonderful world. I love you Dee :)) Mwwaaah!

Doubts Of An Insomniac....

2009-10-26T05:13:00.001+05:30

Sometimes in life, we all need an assurance... from someone who would either give you an impartial compliment or someone who doesn't know you personally. As far as my friends are concerned I'm stuck in between expressive species & 'dead' but not really extinct species... in fact it is the expressive, kind ones that are going extinct. So appreciation is something that comes around like a truck carrying Chips & Cola in the Kalahari desert.

While talking about selfless, kind, emotional, expressive folks the very first name that comes to my mind any day is that of Elviz. She was the best in her species... and like all endangered ones she too had to face the inevitable. Few days back i lost my best friend... Elviz due to some unfortunate but unavoidable reasons -untimely death to be more precise. I was shattered hearing the news no doubt, but what worried me much more was the fact that i doubted myself a moment. Now that Elviz is no more... I cannot ask her...and even if I did when she was around, she'd sweetly tell me I'm the best... when i knew i was a far cry compared to the kinda love she gave me. She loved all of her friends with the same intensity & passion & gave them more than they could ever receive, when on the other hand i was slogging ma life out trying to love with equal passion half the no: of friends compared to her.

I was out of my mind & I was lost & I wondered if I had loved Elviz enough... I never knew or saw for a fact how she reacted to my words & actions over the few yrs. Maybe if she was here I'd have seen her in December... not an assured possibility but a rather on the cards one... maybe 60% she'd have come... for 9 days... for taking part in the International Film Festival Of Kerala 2009. She wanted to come last year but it was too late to get the delegate pass & we dropped the plan & shifted it to this year. Now that remains an unfulfilled dream... :(

Again, coming back to meeting her... I never got to know if I really was a good friend... or just one of them who passed by & had a chance to know Elviz. Of course I knew I was an important factor in her life and I did make her smile more than a few times. But was that enough? Did i really make a difference? Am i worthy of being called her bestest ever friend or atleast a good friend? Several questions ran amok ma brain almost bringing it to a freezing standstill.

Thankfully, before Insomnia & Futile imagination tore my brain apart i got another mail from Alejandra Marroquin... the kind friend of Elviz who kept passing msgs to & from Elviz at the hospital and the only person from 'that side of the world' whom i could talk about Elviz & know whatz happening... Thanx to her i gotta know everything as soon as it happened... and she finally freed me from the clutches of my own wretched thoughts.

Here is her last mail to me.... the mail that helped me redeem myself in ma own eyes...

"Hola!

Fui a despedirme de Elviz... se veía tan bonita!! :)

la arreglaron muy hermosa para que todos pudiéramos despedirnos de ella.

No odies a Dios, él sabe por qué hace estas cosas. Yo antes pensaba así como tú cuando ocurría algo que me causaba mucha tristeza, pero ahora comprendo que todo tiene su tiempo y su razón de ser.

Todos un día nos vamos a ir, unos se van antes que otro, pero un día nos podremos reencontrar, ya verás. Mañana la van a enterrar aproximadamente a las 5:00 pm espero que puedas decir una oración a esa hora para que estés conectado con nosotros mientras enterramos su cuerpo.. :)

No estés triste, ya verás que ella podrá ir hasta tí en un sueño o vas a sentir su presencia, en verdad, confía y así será. Sonríe pensando en ella, ella siempre sonreía, era feliz. Fue una gran amiga, fue un ángel en mi vida, la quise mucho, la quiero mucho, ella me quiso mucho, lo sé. Me duele tanto su partida, realmente me duele mucho, porque era mi amiga, mi confidente, todos los días platicabamos, yo le contaba todo lo que me sucedía, sobre mis amores, la escuela, mis metas. Teníamos muchos proyectos juntas y ahora pues.. tal vez habrá un tiempo en el que ella y yo nos reencontremos para realizar esos proyectos.

Tú hiciste muy feliz a mi amiga. Muchas Gracias! Eres un ángel igual que ella, por eso la vida hizo que se conocieran, a pesar de la distancia, a pesar del idioma, a pesar de todo, sus almas se conectaron. La hiciste feliz y es lo que cuenta, muchas gracias, realmente no te imaginas cuánto estoy agradecida, gracias por querer a mi amiga!!!!! =)

Que Dios te bendiga y te dé la resignación que necesitas, te deseo mucha paz y felicidad. Thanks a lot! :)

Sé feliz, muy feliz.. A mi amiga le gustaría verte muy feliz :)

Recuerdala y sé feliz, recordando que ella fue feliz!! =)

Gracias!

Roughly translated as:

Hi,

I went to say goodbye to Elviz ... she looked so pretty! :)

It was beautifully arranged so that we could all say goodbye to her.

Do not hate God, he knows why he does these things. I used to think just like you when something happened that caused me great sadness, but now I realize that everything has its time and its rationale. All one day we're going to go, some leave before another, but one day we can find again, you'll see.

Tomorrow she will be buried at approximately 5:00 pm.

I hope you can say a prayer at this hour to keep you connected with us as we buried her body .. :) Do not be sad, you'll see that it may go up in a dream or you'll feel her presence, in truth, trust and will.

I smile thinking about her, she always smiled, was happy. She was a great friend, was an angel in my life, I loved a lot, love her, she loved me very much, I know. It hurts so much she left, really hurts me because she was my friend, my confidante, every day we talked, I told her everything that happened to me on my love, school, my goals. We had many projects together and now then .. perhaps there will be a time when she and I find again to facilitate these projects.

You made my friend very happy. Thank you very much!

You are an angel like her, who in life were known to her, despite the distance, despite the language, nevertheless, the souls were connected.

You made her happy and that counts, thank you very much, I really can not imagine how much I am grateful, thank you for loving my friend !!!!! =)

God bless you and give you the resignation that you need, I wish you peace and happiness.

Thanks a lot! :)

Be happy, very happy .. My friend was very happy to see you like :)

Remember this and be happy, remembering that she was happy! =)

Thanks!

............Thank u Ale for giving me the assurance.... re-assurance i must say.

Thank you Elviz for loving me & letting Alejandra know what i meant to you.

You'll always be remembered as the one who taught me what love is & what life is.

God bless. R.I.P.

Mmmmmmwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaah!

Lovvvvveeeeeeeeeee uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu until eternity <3

Not Everyone's Cup Of Tea

2009-10-08T04:26:00.001+05:30

One day the mom was out on an errand and the dad was in charge of their kid. The little one was maybe 2 or 3 years old and had just recovered from being sick for a while.
Mom had given instructions to dad to keep an eye on the little one & he nodded obediently as she walked out. But as soon as she was gone he went to the living room & switched on the Television.
While dad was busy browsing through sports channels & getting his daily quota of news from the newspaper the little one began playing in her room.

A relative had given her a little 'Tea set' as a "get-well soon" gift and it was now time to put it to use. She knew for sure as she opened the pack that this was soon going to become one of her all time favorite toys.
As dad was engrossed in the evening news the little one brought him a little cup of 'Tea', which was in fact just water.
After several cups of 'Tea' and lots of praise for the yummiest tea dad ever had, mom came home.
Quite like expected she was anxious to know from dad if her little angel was up to any mischief or if she gave him any trouble.
She was indeed surprised to hear that dad actually enjoyed his evening alone & he proudly made mom wait in the living room to make her watch the adorable kid bring him a cup of tea, because it was 'just the cutest thing!'.
Mom waited patiently, and sure enough, the little one came down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she watched him drink it up happily & also compliment her that she makes better 'Tea' than Mommy.
As the kid walked away satisfied at her little achievement, dad looked at mom to know what she thought about the 'cute thing' that she just saw.
Mom, as only a mother would know said, "Did it ever occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water is the toilet?"

-Rehashed version of a story i heard some years back from a friend.

The Rise Of Kash-Phoenix...

2009-04-03T02:31:00.001+05:30

Keep hating me, but try as you may... You cannot Ignore me,
Shower me with harsh words & insane accusations....
But I'll surpass all your frivolous tribulations...
Pull me down... and hit me again...
Until I bleed & writhe in pain...
Take everything I have & crush my ambition...
Strip me off my identity & burn my aspiration...
My yesterdays were burnt mercilessly in hell's fire...
Yet in death’s ash, embers of hope remain by the pyre...
Lying in my bed of ash, I see you standing & smiling there...
Enjoying the sight of my dreams crying in despair...
You believe everything about me will be no more...
But then, like the Phoenix I’ll rise & soar...
With renewed passion that's glowing red...
With all the vigour i can muster from my death bed...
And ash will give way to a crimson flame...
Coz Aakaash is your nemesis' name...
And like the Phoenix I’ll soar again!

Reticent Love

2008-10-22T06:00:00.001+05:30

Woman, have I really been far away?
Running short of words...
Afraid of nothin...
With nothin at all around...
Oh! how could you even know?
How could I have let you know?
When there was all but nothin in me!

--Poem By

...Abruptus

2008-10-22T05:55:00.001+05:30

Yeah! I blew it all away...
Towards the midnight sky...
It was once right there within me...
It was almost there...
How could they possibly know?
I can understand how little...
They understood what i was going through!

--Poem By

The Swan Song

2008-10-22T05:49:00.001+05:30

I see, you've been spreadin dirt, my love...
blatant lies you told me...
all of it i realize now were so untrue...
and you crowned yourself among those men...
that gave so much filth to you...
I think you should know now...
There is only so much time...
Before your song comes to an inevitable end!

-- Poem By

Precipitated GuiLt

2008-10-22T05:41:00.001+05:30

Oh! My Precious angel...
You've lost your halo...
Senseless, Aimless, Laden with blithesome ignorance...
You have now chosen your own road...
And you've decided to walk on forever...
Believing that you're clean...
But I hope you know...
You carry the burden of a guilty conscience....

--Poem By

Waiting..... Bearing The EmotionaL Labor Pain!

2008-10-21T20:30:00.001+05:30

ALmost 9 months since ma Last post.... A week to go & it'd be 9 months... It wasn't deLiberate & i had no idea it had been so Long... i was juz keepin ma thoughts to myseLf aLL this whiLe... WeLL...its not that now i'm gonna give vent to ma emotions aLL of a sudden on this bLog... But i've decided to be more vocaL than i used to be :) i hadnt reaLized i made this bLog & had Left it uncared for untiL i taLked to one of ma cLose friends... i dont remember exactLy what she said but our conversation shifted from mundane topics to bLogs! She was surprised to know that i had made 2 bLogs & had not written anything much in them since months... These months have been severeLy taxing on me & ma thought process... i might've written if i had the time... or maybe if i had an opportunity... but it seemed Like forever & i never had a chance to give form to ma thoughts... It's funny how things havent changed much in ma Life since the Last post. i can stiLL see the same "Me" and the same "Them" around and Life has onLy got more compLicated than ever! Did i compLicate it...??? i reaLLy donno. Maybe. Maybe not. i wouLdn't wanna pLay the bLame game now... i ain't in the mood for games. i feeL heavy... i feeL weak... i feeL weighed down by ma brazen emotions... i feeL Like i carry the burden of a horrid past & its tossing & turning inside me... i've carried the burden of hopeLessness & LoneLiness in ma womb these 9 months... i cant take it anymore & it isnt right to carry it for more than what is needed of it... it has now turned into a fuLLy grown LoneLiness! and i've fed it more than enough from ma system... i've given ma bLood & Love & everything possible untiL now... Few more days from now i have to get it outta ma system... give it it's rightfuL birth -the rightfuL pLace in the society... i know, i cant compLeteLy Let it go... its quite not possibLe... it's mine. it has aLways been mine... but i have to Let it out... i Lie on ma back... Lookin up at the sky, waiting for the night to give way to the day & subsequentLy repeat its process untiL i am ready... UntiL then, i'LL Lie here... takin joy in the pain... the pain of ma pregnant emotionaL seLf...............

New Kinda LoneLiness....???

2008-01-29T01:46:00.001+05:30

i'm sure i'd get over this phase...
Juz like i do aLways!
Itz juz that i haven't been workin for quite a long time [compLeted 12 months of jobLessness & frustration on Jan 8th] and i'm not in ma eLements.... It might seem weird to some but i am feeLin a new kinda LoneLiness.... LoneLiness even in Company....!!!!! Each time i am with a friend, whoever it maybe [now don't frown buddy... i ain't bLamin you] i feeL LoneLy & separated from that person... Like i don't exist! It Hurts... Like i'm taLkin to myseLf or to the waLL or somethimes juz coz i have no better job than taLkin! It's been some time now... Some of my friends miss words or even sentences in ma conversation. Sometimes i skip words on purpose & no one reaLizes. Funny Na? Fuckin Crap i'd say.
By the way, aLL those who think i'm crazy or boring & that's the reason i am being hurt unknowingLy by paLs, You're wrong! I hardLy taLk much & I taLk onLy topics reLated to the person. SeriousLy. Its Not That.
So... Is there anyone eLse who feeLs like me or maybe ever feLt like me?? I don't think so. I wonder if i shouLd be "aLone" with friends or be "aLone" with myseLf... Sigh!

Wow..... Wat can i say?

2008-01-27T19:29:00.001+05:30

Hmmm... 1st post......
Juz Like that...
more 2 come soon...
Byeeeee..........