Three Three Three

Ok i got a tag from Leo... And I'm gonna please him by doing something immediately...
Here goes..

My Famous 3 Names:
Priya Vinay
HoneyMunch
Kutty (thts cos of my size)



3 things that scare me:
Losing people close to me
Cockroaches
More cockroaches

3 things which make me smile
being kissed on my cheek
getting roses
watching the finished attempt of my friend's artwork make-up on my face(happens a lot. I've learned to smile now :) )

3 things i Love
My scooty pep
Chocolates
my tata photon modem(My boredom killer machine)

3 Things I hate
Bad hair days
People frowning
Being away from home

3 Things I don't understand
Why whom we marry is decided by a group of people other than the people who have to get married?
Why people don't believe in aliens?
Why I'm like what I am :)

3 Things I'm doing right now
Getting updates from a function that happened today at workplace
Doing this tag (DUH!)
Helping ma select a saree to work tommorow

3 Things I can't do
Wait for a person to finish talking
Not fight
Not write

3 Things I think you should listen to
Your heart
Mom - I hate to admit this but - Moms are always right when it comes to us.
Music


3 shows I watched as a kid
Jungle book (jungle jungle patha chala haia chadi pehen ke phool khila hai :))
Fantastic Four
Woody Woodpecker

3 things I want in a Relationship
His effort
Trust
Fun


3 things appeal to me from the opposite sex
How much they make me smile
How easy going they are
How they are ready to do anything anytime


3 favorite fictious characters
Sherlock Holmes
Caption Jack Sparrow
Edward (twilight)

3 of my favorite hobbies
Singing for no reason
Troubling mom
Writing

3beverages i drink regularly
Orange juice
Tea
Salted lemon Soda

3 things I love about myself
How easily i get disracted (Easy to make me forget why I get angry)
My eyes
I'm very clean and organized (for people who watch FRIENDS - I'm monica)


3 Things I hate about myself
I look like a school girl (and i'm 22. I'm sick and tired of people minimum 5 years younger than me calling me cute)
I'm restless
I tend to be controlling


3 things I'm wearing right now:
My favorite black tee.
My age old skirt
and my specs


2truths and a lie
I'm head over heals in love
My haircut looks bad (I did that to myself)
I hate my haircut (This is the lie)

3 people i wanna pass this on to
Pugazh
Amity
GV - high time u wrote something..

Flying to Fall...

Light enveloped me.
I basked in my triumph.
I had made it out of the pain,
that was to be.

I unrolled my wings,
And took off into the sky.
Besides me was my love,
Making me fly high.

Happiness took me higher,
His presence made me lighter.
He pushed me further into the light,
So much, that reality was out of sight.

He pushed me higher,
Higher into the sun.
It scorched my feathers,
The pain could not be undone.

Conscious of my ache,
He pushed me further into the sky.
Oblivious to his lie,
I hid my pain, and smiled fake.

All my feathers burned,
Of his deceit I then learnt.
I fell, with a cry, pleading for help,
His job was done, in joy he yelped.

Tears of anger, decorated my face,
The fall ended, there was an abrupt stop.
But I fell, fell deeper,
Entwined by death's reaper,
The glowing light still on top.


PS: This is my 50th blog post YAY!!!! Thanks to all for being there for me :)

Pic Courtesy - scrapetv.com

Love

The sparkle in his eyes,
Or the sweet lies,
I don't know what did it.

Was it the way he made me feel,
Or how fast he made the old wounds heal.
I don't know what did it.

The way he grabs and swings me around,
Or calls me up, just to hear my sound.
I don't know what did it.

The way he behaves silly, to make me laugh,
Or how generously he splits, his favorite chocolate cake in half.
I don't know what did it.

What is do remember is the way he stole my heart,
With just one look.
I could not break apart,
It held me like a hook.
That moment I knew,
I was in love.


PS: Not exactly poetry - I'm still trying to get back in form :)

pic courtsey - librarian.net

Trying to heal with love

Cells die. Cells are reborn. One newly born cell has a basic DNA mistake. It misses, the usual programmed death that is supposed to happen. The result - mutation. It replicates. It replicates more. It starts to replicate uncontrollably.

He experiences pain. Scan shows a lump. Nothing to worry, he thinks, this has happened before. He gets it removed. The harmless looking lump goes to biopsy. Biopsy reports come back with one word - Cancer.
From that day on, I see him suffer. His pain increases with every test the doctors perform on him. His veins bulge with the numeruous injections.
Chemotherapy starts. More injections. Bland food. I see him suffer more.
I see him suffer as he tries to convince me that he is going to be ok. I feel the pain, as he tries to laugh it off.
I laugh it off along with him.
He is going to be okay. I know so. I believe so.
As the doctors continue to do what they are trained to do best, I try to help, by doing what I can do at the least.
I can love him more.....


"Reduce his pain lord"

From Corporation to Corporate - What we were to what we are

I remember the days, when I spent endless hours in the hot sun, climbing trees and racing my cycle like a maniac, fogetting the time, until my mom screamed from window to come back in and clean up.
Now, I spend my entire day under the AC, even the mild heat is starting to hurt my head.

Owning a Gear cycle was a luxury. If you dont feel like cycling, you walked. Now, a life without a car seems impossible.

Mom took me out on outings, shopping I waited to travel by the city buses in which I rarely got a chance to ride The crowd and the noise.. aaah! heaven.
To avoid the rush, the heat and the noise, a fleet of AC volvo buses are available; even for the next bus stop.

Rnning around, playing games happened to be the only exercise (apart from PT in school). Exhorbitantly charging gyms and aerobics classes are now in trend. not to mention the preposterous diets that we kill ourselves with. Whatever happened to the days where a strenuous evening of play for rewarded by home-made-straight- from-the-pan bajjis and bondas.

"Come out!!! Lets play!!!", I used yell, from the gate of my best bud's house, we disapperared for the entire evening. Now, my best friend plays with me sometimes, from the comfort of her home, over the internet.

Bleeding cuts, fractured arms, stitches and healed scars were displayed proudly. Along with how we got them (exaggerated stories of course). Now, anti-marks creames rule. Not to mention, even the smallest of cut, now has to be treated by the doctor. Whatever happened to the days, when no matter how deep the wound was, burning anti-septic and a kiss from mom would heal it all.

We wrote letters when we were apart, me and my bud. We email now. Sometimes chat. But I miss the paper tinted with tears. Every inch covered with funky stickers. Hand made decor and the joy of just seeing a handwriting, that gives you all the joy in the world.

Eating from the road-side shops. Playing in the dirt. Sleeping on the terrace on summer nights. Counting stars. Endless things, I'm missing.
I've now become from corporation to Corporate.
Was the change worth it???

A hi and a Bye

I hereon embark upon something new. Something that is more intoxicating than life, and even more wonderful than freedom from the physical form.
And Certain things are better left unsaid.

I Quit blogging.
I may come back. I may not. I wish to keep this page as such, as a reminder of what I was, to the person I will be.

Thank you so much for being patient with me for so long and for every review and every follow which means a lot to me.

Bye guys...