A resurrection!

A balance struck!

Nature is such a gentle equilibrium, so delicately balanced from every dew drop to a frond balance ,complement and supplement each other. Dont we wonder why some people are the way they are? y are some so hardworking? whereas others down to the core lazy?
Intially i thought being lazy or disinterested was a kind of sin, but sometimes its all a matter of relativie balance.
If my friend is more lazier than i am i obviously assume the post of responsibilty or else i prefer to let the other person do the job.
Might be we all work on the principle "Do not what others can do for you!":-p
For it was laziness that pivoted human kind to make such mind boggling inventions, we wanted more comfort , women were tired of grinding and humans came up with the grinder, we were sick and tired of trodding so came up with transport vehicles which have today advanced to the stage of formula one race cars!, though a lot of hard work has been involved behind the scenes,laziness proved to be the catalyst. It was a lazy afternoon nap that made newton discover gravity!.So much for those professors who think that thier students are taking a nap in thier classes, little do they realise that they are waiting for those earth shattering discoveries!!!!...
If people are against ignorance ..then i wonder why god condemned adam and eve coz they ate the "apple of knowledge" from his garden. It was this apple which made them diffrentiate between the good an bad and gave them knowledge, does it mean that god actually wanted his creations to be ignorant.So who are we to deny godz will??
"Ignorance is bliss" .
God provides for all his beings all his creations . Lazy or not!
I can vividly describe this scene in calvin hobbes where his mom is trying to wake calvin ...and she adds
mom: calvin remeber the early bird catches the worm .
to which calvinz amusing reply
c: "yeaah 'great ' intiative !

Something to muse about uh? who wants the worm?

Infact i even went through a live example of the fact ...recently i had gone to pay my respects to a very old shrine near the sea shore .There in the premise i found 4 very cute kittens ...sleeping near the well.When i called on them 3 of these kittens came running towards me , expecting me to be having something to feed them. They appeared really disappointed that i had nothin at that time.While a single kitten lay there lazily lookin up at me. This one which i named "lazzie"(there an then) attracted my attention,obviously she must be as hungry as her siblings but she seems to be lazy to waste the effort on me. Hmm i bent down and fondled her , she purred and settled between my legs. I had to stand there for 10 mins flat as she had dozed off, and i dint have the heart to move the soft ball of fur away from my feet. She knows i have not a single bite to offer while the other kittens shirked me, she preffered my salwarz shade and cuddling. The kitten in short took my heart away.Just then a kind man threw some biscuits for the kittens , lazzie dozed away while the other kittens had alredy got a piece and were greedily chewing as much as possible. I was alarmed , she was missin food becoz of her laziness. I picked her up and put her mouth near the biscuits. She sniffed at them, and looked at me searchingly.Oh ya the biscuits were too big for her , i broke them into pieces and fed them to her.She happily chomped away, and then lazily settled down again.While the other kittens had a tough time ingesting the biscuits and thier frenzy for food had actually made them more hungry!!!!!.
God had provided to both...
I looked back at lazzie she had happily settled for her nap, which brought to my mind that felines the best hunters of the animal kingdom were the laziest of all mamals.The king of felines lions sleep for 20 hrs a day!!!!!....who says that grasshoppers are a losing crowd?

So ppl they also serve who only snore and wait!

its a matter of simple balance :)

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FALL .....admits

Gothcha! if u wise guys are thinkin am crazy enough to blog about my admits for this fall..ha ha am not that wacky!
But this is an issue which has affected my life right from birth..and am givin it serious thought for the first time ever, The problem is 'I KEEP FALLING!!!' now wipe that smirk off your faces people..dont tell me its common..oh no not in my case , i have come to think of it as some kind of a curse now!!!!
Wonder which one eyed witch or braided hair sage has condemned my great great grandfather! That his grandaughter shall defy gravity!!
If u think superman and spiderman are the best super heroes ever..bah i can challenge them, they can glide over tall rises . but can they glide over solid tarred roads????? I can!
It all started ...now wen did it actually start? i think wen i started walking, my legs slipped and mom thought "oh my poor darling is jus learning to trod" , but little did she imagine that her 'lil darling' has never stepped a single step without falling!!!
Imagine wat if i had been the first woman on the moon?,I can imagine myself posin in front of those gadgets and telling NASA base headquarters " Every single step for me.........whoooopppppssss" , and the radio cracks.,there i would hv fallen again.God manz first step on moon would have been a FALL?????!!! $%#@@, mankind would never have leaped ! just fallen into the deep abyss of the moon.
Or imagine still if i had been chosen as miss universe (now i know u really gotta strrrrrrretchh ur imagination here..wat d hell? its my blog! so go ahead imagine now!:-x), and wen i would hv been asked to walk d ramp ,simltaneously cryin (not very hard u dont wanna spoil d mascara now) , kissin the crowds, expressing joy boundless, and keep throwing ur hands to ur mouth as though to say "i forgot my breath freshner!" ..and all that ladylike gaeity...wen lara ,sush ,ash did it i wud hv simply...whoooshhh .....fallen!!!! with my designer wear evenin gown totally destroyed! and indiaz image wud have FALLEN!!! :"( , it would have been national disaster and ritu beri wud hv sueued me for breaking the crystals from her gown!
Why do i fall? is it coz, mostly i never watch where am going ? (no pun intended here :-p ).falling may be the funniest thing to happen as long as you are spectators!!!! not the victims
I remeber the first day of college, I got up from my seat as a object of sole respect for the teacher and as i was rapidly moving outta the desk i...ya ya go ahead say it wid me now... "FELL", well i was so shocked that i had done it again that i sat on the ground with birds twittering over my head , wondering "why me?" , wen a voice behind me said "y dont u get up first? u can think later!" ..ya gud point . i murmured a thanks to him and got up half thinking "my comrade this is depper than u can imagine!"
here we are walkin on the road back to the hostel and the roads are straight and wonderful and i fall, i trip, i trod ...but unlike my luckier friends i never walk.I got my footwear checked..ok if that was the culprit , why did i fall when not wearing them????!!!!
I fell in our mess once and boy-oh-boy, its wunderful to spray rasam on ur feet ,rice on ur hands and try expalining y it all happened to the osama proto called mess supervisor!!! ..she towered over me and i cowered muttering excuses as the entire hostel watched ..she screamed "what happened" and instead of screaming back "cant u see u tyrant??" ..i mumbled "i ..i ...fell" :((
I also managed to do a waltz once in our iv trip! where i fell so badly on the floor of the bus tat the wounds took a month to heal...oh name the place and i hv made a mark there !
my final year in singapore was almost ending and i sat dreaming in my bus..clutching my laptop closer to me...wow it was over and am going back home.. i had a wonderful time these 5 months now back to friends and family ..celebratiion begins..when suddenly ...it happened , my brain realised what was happening ,but nothing could be done now.It should have happened long ago.Its been due now and gently ,swiftly i was lifted from my seat and thrown from my seat onto the floor of the bus as it took a swift turn.Now i know how mahatma gandhi felt when he was thrown with his luggage onto the platforms!...well there was no revolution rising in me !..Not a eyelid had batted !! no body cared ! i picked myself up and sat down again..sigh it had happened the curse had worked again!
Like the sayin goes "The greatness of humanity is not in the falling, but in rising everytime you fall!!""
Well i shall pick up myself everytime!!!

why i WANT reservation! :x

Chill now..am not gonna dish out statistics about % of obc,bc etc
Years before leaving for my hostel life my house was abundant in flora and fauna , though the flora still remains the fauna seems to have disappeared, much to my confusion.What happened to those cats which once terrotirozed and terrorized my home? my pet street cats (thatz ironic ..street cats as pets ..duh)
I heard my mothers verdict today..the gypsies around muh home killed all my cats ! :" (

not a single feline in sight any longer! my heart truly aches its a month since am back home and any animal lover would know how it feels when u touch the soft fur of ur cat..or when ur cat inter twines between your feet ..or when she puts her head on ur lap and purrs :"(
to look at those mysterious flashy green eyes..some call it eerie i call them lovely...lovely emeralds...
and though my canine friends try to fill in the vaccum ...well a cat has 'attitude' , i shall always miss that..

now thatz y all this woe just cause those gypsies!!! so plz let them all get education.! it saves lives!!! :(

in loving memory of all my cats :especially gabbar singh, checkers,thiru and bihu, miss u all

Seconds ticked by

The seconds ticked by....clicked onHe clicked on,His eyes smarted in pain.
The gentle blue light,threw a celestial lookto his aging face.
The lines and contours of worry remarkablyran across his broad forehead.
Hands flew across the console,I could read his mind.
For it's the mind i have understoodall these years.
His hands was almost cold, and numb with the continuos tapping of keys ,and the artificial cooler only numbed his fingers,providing no soothing coolness of the open night air.
How i remembered the same hands that hadlifted me upto the skies, and had now taught me to reach the skies.
The huge hands gently clasping my tiny fingers,and cautiously manuevering me through the odds and ends, of the world.Seeing him work was an ordeal of pain,A sudden fear ran through me,an icy hand seemedto clasp my heart, shedding all its warmth away, When i thought.."Is this all for me?"
He held his chin with this hand,thinking...Brooding over the dumb machine,he seemed to be imparting a part of himself into it,He wanted this machine to understand him,
unaware of my stare, he continued...Unberable.!... so much work to the mind to comfort the heart?
He had to live up to all our expectations;Will i live up to his...?My hands grew number still; strangely todayI felt as though my hands were heavier ,and my heart heavier still with a greater burden.I noticed his shoulders seemed to be drooping...he clicked on...seconds ticked by...we seemed to entrapped in a trance with each of us in our own worlds.Time seemed to be at a standstillI could even hear the still night today.
He continued unperturbed...I couldn't bear it now,putting up a brave front i walked,As i came nearer, I could sense the intensity of his concentration, it crushed my very soul. Slowly I placed my hands on his palms and looking up into what seemed my very own eyes I said... "Dad... Take some rest."
Smiling he turned the consle off,The screen blinked it was ready to shutdown,He quietly retired to bed...It had only been shut down...Not broken down.

Amma Samaiyal

what is it that makes "ma ke haathon ka khana sooo spzl?"

wondered always ...today it was jus dosa and podi ..and i asked amma to feed me (ugh! am talkin as though it was feeding time at d zoo! :-p )

and bet my life friends that was the most delicious dish i hv ever tasted, but wonder how?
i have been having that 'oh-so -common ' combo for yearssssss....

and it gets better when patti feeds me ( now i need to find a new word! wonder why those word lists never come in handy when needed! :-x )

is it true ? that mom feeds u not mere morsels but garnishes every mouthfull wid luv and care?

well as for now my mouths stuffed wid dosa! and momz givin me those killer luks ..i am not being very co-operative when half my attention is on d screen

little does she know..shez a part of dis blog ! ( honor enugh huh..)

What is in a realtionship ????

I closed the book , and looked up ..it had been a boring dull day .Just like the previous 15 days that had sunk into oblivion. But the book seems to have stirred some strong emotions in me. Erich Segals "Doctors" , well am not going to elaborate the feelings i experienced when every medical malady was intensely described or rather about those complex pshycatric sensations the author had penetrated into, all those details would have been apt if i were to be giving a review of tis bok in particular.
It were the last lines of the book that had me thinkin
"what cures a disease ? the miracle medicine? a chinese cure? parents love? . for a miracle is still unexplained by medicine"

A miracle? hmmm now that is what struck a chord in me... i wondered is not every relation we build in this world a miracle by itself?

And yet again how is the intensity of any relationship defined?
Does time warrant ot obligate a person to stay intense in a relationship...a kid may be the world to his'/her parents but is it necessary for the kid to feel the same intensity ????
Strangely though am sure when the child grows up he would shed all his life and love on his kids.. but why do parents expect that the same to be given back to them? of course am against those ungrateful wretches who abandon thier parents to lonely lifes, but my question is ..is it wrong to love some one more??? I am not talking about loving anyone less , is it wrong or felony to love someone 'more'? . We are all bond in a delicate web of relationships, each part of us acts as someone to someone ...
U could be someones neighbor,someonez child,someonez uncle,somenez crush and yes to dramatically phrase it 'someonez world!'...i try expecting nothing in return from any relationship,its tough but atleast i brace myself for the worst. To me to expect any human to stay commited forever in a single mold is foolishness! and we dont either, we are someones daughter ,wife ,mom,grandmum ..we keep changing our roles in society in short our relationship around us.It seems inevitable but is for our own best!
And yet we seldom realise what a miracle it is to have someone to share our life with, the other day i was travelling in a coach back to chennai from tiruchy amd a gal was sitting next to me.She was about our age and we just started talking, we had so many things in common,for starters she hated AC coaches! and she suffered from insomnia when she travelled on buses (wow ! jus like me!) we started talkin on hostel life and how tough it was to leave that kind atmosphere. She even bought me a cup of coffee , jus coz i said i seemed to have a headache!!! now thatz caring enough ! , we chatted for a couple of hours then our seats were re arranged and i went back to sit near dad. The rest of our journey was spent in silence .I waved her goodbye and got down at mambalam.
It was only then i realised "i never asked her name!! and neither did she!!!", well what was this?, we had shared a few moments of each others lifes , we had built a bond ...this was a miracle to me ..how do we build relationships? why this girl in particular? why should i have even met her?
strange aint it?
Hmmm these miracles are something wihch will occur to us through out our lives ..some will go away jus like these train journeys and others are here to stay..whatever they may be ..the best i guess would be to cherish each of this miracle!!!!.....

"Dont cry that it all ended ,feel happy that it had happened"
-ahem i messed this proverb a bit!

A Walk into Thoughts

Its a balmy summer night , and i was walking quitely next to my room mate.The streets were quite and cars were litreally vanishing into the far darkness.She has recently sprained her ankle and the walk was really slow , my pace had been greatly reduced.I was lost in my own thoughts mostly dwelling around or rather brooding over certain long time goals or aims of mine,when my roomate suddenly cried out "aaah",i quickly turned to look at her ,she seemed to have tread over a stone and her leg was hurting further ."tch tch ..shalini careful " I came out with lot of empathy , it had been nearly 2 months and she has been sufferin quite long with this leg.

I said "Its really sad i wish your leg would get better soon", she retorted sharply "why?", I was quite taken aback "what do u mean why?" "do u like suffering this way",
she askd me simply"who told you i feel bad ,have you ever heard me grumbling about my leg?", I thought hard ,well she actually had never complained ! was she that stoic ,i shook my head "no i guess you have not ,but why didint you?"

"By complaining and grumbling i think i raise my karma level, I increase the negative vibrations about myself ,so well I never think that way",it seemed too simple but yet too big "you never grumbled? ",I can never worry about anyone ,she replied quitely "can you?",this was getting more intriguing 'well yes infact I do because I care for my parents and friends ,I worry when something goes wrong for them" ,

"Does it help them ? do you think it does, i never can ,but does that mean i dont care?" , How could i answer this,i said hesistantly"I dont know but I cant help worrying"
"That's the problem with me i cant worry for others ,I feel by being happy i help others and everytime i pray in the morning if we are worried then you cant concentrate even then"she stopped and her eyes seemed a bit lost " and if you were calm and composed and then you pray then those positive vibrations reach out to them shivani"
"i think by worrying we never help our near and dear ones ."
"Vibrations!! ,I had heard quite a lot of that for now .I could not possibly understand them.I never 'felt' the forces and what was all this energy stuff all about .But within me a small voice spoke out "had i never cared?","had my room mate given me a new perspective?",I believe that god is a great source of positive energy and what better way is there to get closer to him rather than to surround ourselves with positive energy?...Are we not part of god s energy jeevatma of the paramatma?

So why do i push myself farther away sometimes by doubting,by grumbling ,by worrying? Why do i? might be am struggling to strike a balance always.My room mate coughed ,I looked back ,she smiled knowingly "shivani dont get so confused your face seems so serious in thought ",I grinned "I am kind of thinking though ,you made me think thata way,I have never known vibrations shalini but i have known feelings gush through me like a raging river ,when some one bursts out laughing at my joke ,when some one says they could not have done this without me,when someone says they are proud of me,well i have found that i have actually surrounded myself with positive forces without realising it,to me might be worrying for others is a fulfilment of duty which actually makes me feel positive" ,she said "might be to you worrying is a kind of natural way to help be a part of it ,to reduce thier burden?,might be you do kind of lower thier burden by sharing it ",
"well when we need not be merely sympathetic, but empathy, i think people need that shalu",



"I think so might be ....".I had justified myself

After a Long Relapse...

I have been meaning to blog for quite some time now.. never found the time to do so.. well out of majorly what is boredom, i settle down to write down
Now to prioritize...hmm wat do i blog about.. my final week at my proj in spore? our comical tragical trip to malaysia? the last week at college? or the weeks that are going to follow...or complete that 'tag' which jan asked me to complete and i hv been for no given reason procrastinating it..now theres already a sense of guilt weighin down on me ..:p

Millon questions seem to be zooming past now...and i really dont kno wen my bloggin shall normalize and stabilize itself...all the events of my life seem to crowding in my mind and begging to be written down...
and i hv almost finished a blog entry now , in jus wonderin what to blog?"

Music TRANSPORTS ~~~~~~

I logged onto my system after lunch, was feeling very drowsy now.I propped the head phones on and started documentin..was i forgettin somethin? oh yes! where was the music?, I clicked on the first song enlisted on my media player ..My roomate had been listening to music last night and god knows what music it had been.Well i dint give much to it..anything to keep me awake.
Then suddenly a shiver down my spine, a sense of deja-vu a sharp jerk! ,nope this was not time travel..but was it?
Music what was this ? where am i now ? ...the falling and rising and sharp rising again..the austere office atmosphere seemed to melt around me.The lights grew dim, a dark red colour ..where was this? why does this seem so familiar.There was a tense silence in the place around me..people were whisperin..swapping notes frantically..wat was this?
I turned and besides me did not lie my embedded board but my friend with her face controted in serious lines a pen and note book propped in her hand and she was looking startight ahead..i followed her gaze and there in what seemed to be a moonly glow a person was speakin ..I could not make him out..he seemed wrapped in the emanating light..but he spoke and my friend wrote ..the music grew stronger ..i was being ripped apart from my present ..
i was being torn away..i could feel it tugging at every muscle of my heart..where was this..and y was this sense of deja -vu giving me so much of a pang.
there were many seats in front of me now and all filled with people ..strangely this hall was quite given the fact that it was packed with people..the music floated and i along with it..now more familiar faces..all listening intently..and then the man stopped
was i in those magical pensieves? that come in potter books? ..my thoughts were disrupted by a blak object..someone was giving it to me and saying "pass it on ..come on she wants to ask a qusestion"..i gave the person a blank stare..and passed the mike into oblivion..
"am ..from the department of computer science and engg" then recognition dawned!!!!!
the 'HALL' the people..thier tensed faces ..the person enveloped in white light ...the questions ..the proud claiming of belonging to our batch!!..yes i know now i know..and so will all those who read this blog and sat in those halls in the month of may...and early june...
and the music i was listenin to was A.R. rahmanz karoke hits ...there it was again in my ears..true music really transports!!

What happens when altruism invades economy ?

well am no economics geek here !..but yeah i do know the concept of dynamic equilibrium where every system after ceratin time 'stabilizes'
hmmm well the other day during lunch at can A ,this thought struck me!...the tv was running live reports on bird flu..and they said "now the non-vegetarians are turning thier tastes more towards geese and ducks and other such meat..as chickens for now are a definite no!"
i wondered so obviosly these other vendors will take advantage of what is known as the 'market situation or timing' and raise the prices of thier wares.So obviously the low income groups who survive on cut-throat expenses are gonna be deprived of thier share of meat.Well thats a 'event -cause ' relationship,now deem it that these vendors are being very greedy.They grab oppurtunities during a time when the nation is suffering a calamity?!!
So lets assume wat would happen in a utopia? the world filled with good samaritans and angels from heaven, well men would 'not' increase the prices ,infact these vendors would sell thier stuff at same or might be some real 'goody-goody' guy would even lower the prices!!
and wat happens if so.? the world becomes a better place to live? well on the contrary NO..we mess up things further!
who compensates for the losses that the nation suffers in chicken sales? how do we revive economy if all are being good and not helping the goverment revive ?
so ? is altruism a boon or doom to economy?
p.s- am not an economist , i jus luv it ..so ur critical comments are utmost welcome!

Who am I ???!!

As a 3 yr old kid when people asked me "so darling what do you wanna be when u grow up?" I used to look at them with an intrigued look and wonder " What should one be? arent we not already someone ,well teacher says am shivani i have a name, aint i alredy someone?" ,what else is there to be , rather than to just be?,well i guess at that time i jus fondled my dolls blonde hair and said "i want to be like barbie!" ,and the entire room would burst out laughing ,the roars would fill my ears and i would turn back to barbie and say"now what was that funny?",as i grew older and started entering the world of elders,you know the phase of growth when u start thinking "why is mom growing smaller?" I was asked the same question "so dear what do u wanna be ?" and i would look up from my note books and beam back at them thinking "well you cant laugh at me this time " and i woud promptly retort " a doctor" and my relatives would smile upon me with pride ,a dawning understanding and my aunt would murmur "i knew it ,it runs in the family" .While my dad would fervently argue that he never wants his daughter to be a doctor ,its always best to pursue engineering just like him and one of his elder brothers.Words would ring in my ears ,alphabets like IIT ,IIM seemed more common than the usaul words i was picking up at school.Dad often referred to them and i used to wonder what were these places ? some exotic place far far away which promised everythin? And then when the phase came where i said " Ma stop telling me things ..I know what to do!" ,well this point i had decided (or had i?) "well engineering it is for me ..am doing an MBA after this!" and i would diligently read papers ..huge buisness journals and ask dad doubts .I made him proud ,and still today i wonder if this is what i want?.Do humans de -evolve with time ,lifez a cycle i guess and i seem to sometimes become the same 3 yr old kid questioning the world around me . I would become a forest ranger rather but am i put up to that kind of a job?.For a person who has spent all her life in the material comforts of a concrete jungle ,will the savanahs offer peace?.I know it might all be a flop like how my barbie dream ended to be.(i never did grow up into that kinda blonde chic) .Am happy the way I am but yet restless ,and i guess one might never actually know what one wants,but with time as we grow people stop dreaming.It seems to be a task meant for kids ,no adult takes a fantasy flight ,to him/her fantasies are immature not something which a pragmatic person should do.But i believe in these wild dreams lies the real you and even if you can not live all your wild dreams atleast dont stop the mind on its flights of imagination.Dont deprive the mind of its soul.coz sometimes just being U is a tugh dream to fulfil.

cont ..
After the cups have been handed out , a kind of peace settles within, and I can see many familiar faces from our college runing up and down the station.but to me all this was not of any concern any longer , a hot cup of coffee in hand i sat down on the bench to slowly sip at this divine concotion.To me this was bliss...in the noise and disorder i strangey felt far away from all of this , a detached floating sensation.A breeze whipped across my face and the strong smell of caffine floated right into my nose, if this was not a divine feeling ,what was?! .Coffee does this to me , as it drains, down the warm gurgling liquid seems to surround me from within , a kind of bitter-sweet taste,And though each cup of coffee comes with a tinge of bitter taste ,It only but makes the coffee more stronger and leaves me refreshed.
My friends chitter chatted and i put in a view or two , mostly ending up in creating insurgencies and unrest within the group ;p.And in the middle of all the noise and clutter of the people.A sound would arise that would for a second -which seemed to last a aeon,make all the people stop and turn.The slow but determined and sturdy chugging of the approaching giant.The guest arrives in but stately honor and beholders would look up in awe at this engineering miracle.A shrill pitch which would be any opera singer's envy ,would tear into the night sky .And people would now prepare themselves as the warning siren has been sounded

romanticism extended

cont..,
Her drawling was drowned in the pandemonium on the station. I quickly pulled the luggage away , and we precariously piled up the trunks and carry bags on top of each other.Well if that was a herculeian task what came up next was a even more daring job at hand, We had to protect them from those prowlers (or well they were supposed to be hoards of them swarming the station) . We took turns on circling it and now and then throwing a cautious eye on all the people walking around it.
My friend settled down on top of one of her back-packs ,"well ..what next",that was a standard rhetoric question from any one of the girls accompanying us.So as usual i said "any one in for any thing to drink, am going in for coffe?" ,and a volly of requests would suddenly pour in "hot choco","coffe","milk".After jingling our coins about and scrapping out all those last few notes tucked in the abyss of oue purses , we would set about our next mission..
Jumping over boxes, crates and cartons , looping and inter looping between the heavy crowds I would strain my neck to spot the wending machine,and there it would lay placid with a etheral bluish white emanating from its sturdy body.A exhausted man ,worn from the day's chores would merely nod his headas he pressed buttons in quick sucession,each whipping up different concotions all the time listening to other impatient passengers arguing about the amount of sugar or coffee or milk they wanted .
After few frantic minutes ,piping hot drinks would land up in front of us and we would have been any circus-performer's envy during this time as we expertly balanced those paper cups on our hands,.

The most romantic of all that are on earth- Indian Trains

It was time again , I quicky rushed back from college to hostel ,my long due unwashed clothes were strewn across the room.The aftermath of examinations, the enitre place was a wreck.I pulled at my dusty suitcase unsettling a cockroach family in the process..quickly brushing away the creature (ooh no i dont mind havin a few creepy crawlies round the place ;P)
I stuffed all the clothes into my suitcase , screamed out across the corridors for my friends to get ready.It was time again for our train journeys...
After the usual shuffing-tugging-pulling-screaming ,We settled down onto the cab which would take us to the railway station.A flurry of emotions rose in each of our hearts,we were finally off to a place far away from the chaos of college life..but to me the more appealing idea was the fact of 'travelling in a train' to reach home.
The sounds and sights of the station has always fascinated me..when we managed to reach the station , we were at once thrown into a whole different world ,people everywhere occupying every single square inch of space ,suitcases hitiing against ur legs as you frantically try to pull your luggage up the stairs that lead you to the platform.
My friend cursed me for my heavy luggage "why do u carry soo much ..aargh .."
and i would grin back at her and say "i asked u to ask your boy -friend to drop us off he could have carried this for where are those valiant knights when u need them?!!"
she would glare back at me half way breaking into a smile and say "why wat happened to yours?! could have asked him ?" ,and we would begin our girlish woes of not having one.:D
meanwhile one of my more paritian friends would push both of us up the stairs and ask us to hurry up,when u manage to reach the platform ,a sense of expectation fills me ..
the "awaiting of the giant" ,..the train that would carry millions to thier destinies ,thier dreams,thier homes or for some others take them far away from where they belong.
The tracks were vibarating under the pressure of the incoming train.Over the sound we tried to listen to the a drawling voice announcing the train details