The Satan was once in love..

Exiled by the fairy angels and thy gods
The satan is forced to live in hell
He has to wear black while the angels flutter in white.
Black is one color which he despise,and nobody knows it
Because no one knows the real truth
He is a good one at heart but the gods were jealous of him
They were provoked by the strength of his love
Yes, the satan was once in love..
Eden was his abode, as beautiful as heaven
But he had to leave it on the request of god
To accommodate gods new creation,the man
But satan was permitted to visit
His home,which he had built so fondly.

On one of his visits he spots Eve,
The beautiful eve,with long flowing hair
And eyes,that could mesmerize anyone.
Her cheeks were like a ripe plum,
And she walked in the garden like a free flowing rivulet
He was awestruck by her beauty, rooted to the ground he stood.
It was love at first sight, he had never seen anything
So complete in itself, so full of life..
But, alas that was not how it was meant to be.
The gods were provoked, but they cannot punish the satan,
Satan is just the other side of god, equally powerful
So all the heavenly beings, conspire ..
And thus the serpent was sent ,
To lure Eve to eat the forbidden fruit..

‘Oh my beloved,darling’ the Satan cried his heart out
But eve was the darling of fate..
Even the angels couldn’t hide their despair..
Their tears poured out as rain..
Satan never wanted to visit his home again.
He shut himself up in the hell..
He wore black to mourn for his love..
And never came a smile from his lips..

This time the shopaholic really faced the heat :) My friend had come down to Bangalore from Mumbai for her job training. She is one of my dearest and closest of friends and also the unfortunate one because she has to keep all my secrets. Her name is monica and she is newly married. She just got returned from her honeymoon in Maldives..
So since as a best friend I couldn’t attend her marriage, which was in Mumbai, I thought of showering her with presents today. We both decided to meet up in a nearby mall. I took her inside and asked her to buy anything of her choice and told her that, it will be on me. She took some dresses. I was not behind myself..I also took some dresses. We spend almost 3 to 4 hours trying on and selecting our clothing.Atlast,the time came to bill everything.
I extended my credit card to the person behind the counter.
Never has a beep sound made me so embarrassed.. ‘CARD DECLINED’ ,it read in bold letters. I asked them to try it again.Again the damn machine gave the same message.My friend enquired, under what circumstances would it behave this way.The salesman gave his prompt reply , ‘only under insufficient funds’. The color drained from my face. Yesterday I saw that there was 13000 rs on my account and how come this? Somebody got my account number and password . And they have stolen all my money.(OMG)
And you wouldn’t believe there was no ATM machine on that big building nor anywhere nearby.(Bangalore is a metropolitan city. duh! ) Atlast my friend had to pay for her dresses as well as my dresses. But hey I am going to return it ok..
While my way back home,I got into an ATM and checked my balance.It said, 1300 rs only. Am i blind or plain stupid !!!

Don’t panic.Just swallow the urge.yes..thats all..just move on..
But that levi strauss top was so trendy .And there doesn’t seem to be more than a piece of it also..I think I am turning into a shopaholic.(mouth-open expression).I want a piece of everything in the shop,but that applies only to clothes.Pink is my weakness.
Tops,sweaters,jeans,pull overs and everything..And to tempt me into turning into a ‘full time shopaholic’ malls are sprouting up everywhere in banglore,just like mushrooms in kerala after a rain.
Have anyone seen the film ‘confessions of a shopaholic’, it’s a must watch for girls like me.The book series is also hilarious.
So me and my friend decided one fine day (after spending a fortune in shopping that day) that we both wouldn’t even turn to look at a mall,let alone shop. But you guessed it right, it didn’t even extent for a week.By the time she went to visit her parents in Hyderabad,I had already visited two malls.
But cant blame me also,I’m just a little red riding hood and the shop keepers are like the wolves dressed in the form of a grandma,luring me with offers all the time.During winters,it’s the winter sale,during summers,you have the summer sale,mothers day specials, valentines day special.,end of season sale,Gandhi jayanthi special and so on..
If a piece of cloth costs 400 Rs,during an offer period it costs 800 with a 50 % discount. Oh My God, a flat 50% discount sale,how can I miss it.And fools like me get attracted to the models placed in front of the shop also.They are in perfect shape ,so obviously any dress would look superb in them, can that be the case with me , with misplaced bulges here and there.?:)
The ill-fated day is not far,when I will turn bankrupt because of this shopping spree.

My heart aches with pain..

My heart aches with pain
Now,when i think of the memories you gave
Alas,those were all such sweet ones
Never did i suspect,i would cry over it

Didnt you promise to be by my side forever
I still try to hold your hand doubting nothing
That love seems missing from your eyes
They do not search for me anymore

Eventhough we walk side by side, our hands
They no longer touch accidently,so near yet miles apart
Of untold troubles and such tragedies
Would befall my life so soon...?

I could not care less, those days, what others would think
When they saw our sparkling spirit
Stares were returned in an equally cold manner
But now i doubt, you feel ashamed to be besides me?

My heart aches with pain, when i think of the future
A world where even memories would fade out..
Where the past would seem, like the tattered pages of a book ,long forgotten
Aviolin whose strings are broken, that can no longer play the classics
A strange choice of favourites,for the devil...

guru devo bhava!

If u ask me, as a student the greatest blessing I had was in the form of my teachers.There is this one particular teacher that I admire the most. She was our English teacher,,she was an inspiration to all of us.She had this aura around her,that commanded the respect of the students without asking. She had a different method of teaching, the classes were very interactive and im sure none of her students would ever feel anything called a stage-fright.
She was not only our favourite teacher but our style icon too.She had this short stylish hairstyle and superbly stylish accessories and an even more stylish attitude (that was only a very positive one).
Whatever school u go to and however hard you study ,it’s the teachers that mould your character which I believe is the major part of education. Mugging up whats in the syllabus will not help at all, you have to have the spirit to learn. We should learn to learn and for that you need to have the right guidance from the right people., especially in a household where both parents are working .
In contrast to our English teacher we had a maths teacher. He ,yes he is a HE, abhorred me like anything. Utter detest would be the exact word he felt for me. Now guys, haven’t u wondered why im such a dumb ass when it comes to even simple calculations..
He wouldn’t allow me to even ask any doubts, needless to say I was a nuisance, I admit it here!!
He once asked me to bring my mom to school the next day. I obeyed,. what else can a helpless lamb do?:) My mom came and he gave his predicament. “Its difficult to teach your daughter, she asks too many doubts, I cant concentrate on teaching” (it’s a true incident)
You had to see the perplexed face of my mother. Is my daughter a hindrance for the working of a school! &*#? !
Last Word:: atlast maths became French for me and English became my favourite subject.
I guess French is more familiar to me!!

It is a long winding road. Like the ones u see in English countrysides.If u look from top a little far off, it would look like a painting ,all parrot green with a brown strip going right thru its centre in almost a zigzag manner. There are large trees on either side of the road.
They didn’t bear any fruits or flowers, I cannot see any on them...Now u would expect sheeps grazing among the lush meadows, na there were none of them there. In fact the only animal on the vicinity was me if u could call me that.
I was just walking ,just walking forward and what carried me was my thoughts. What if I was the last living being on the earth(now don’t come up with the argument that plants are also living things, that’s pretty old-school) .i looked back and forth, It really seemed so because nobody was to be seen for miles. I suddenly felt free, wanted to be free of all the strings attached (that’s the modest way to say that I want to run away from responsibilities).Why cant humans be like animals, why we alone were given the power of thought!. The ability to think is the only major difference I can say that we humans have from animals.
As if I had questioned the mighty god above all, there came a thunderbolt, I expected to hear a divine intervention .But instead came tears as if he is fed up with me. It started raining heavily.
I took my umbrella from my bag. Yes I had a bag with me and in that I had an umbrella too.:) See I am a pukka malayali.(a fact:malayali ladies never go out without an umbrella even if they forget to take their wallet).I turn to close my bag and I feel a movement near me on the other side. I got the shock of my life. I was already sharing my umbrella with two other people! Where in the hell did they come from. From the very first look I could realize that they were very much lovers, yes they must have been in the shade of some tree…ok lets not go further deep thereJ
Doesn’t the girl resemble my roommate…?
Soorya,soorya,.i hear my name being shouted ,I woke up. good lord it was a dream!
My roommate is shouting at her boyfriend, whose name unfortunately is the same as mine. pity me!

Tweets are costly!

In my last blog entry I had written about how the internet and networking sites have penetrated our daily lives.No sooner had I posted that,there comes the rather expected news of the disgraceful downfall of two ‘great’ men.All because they both tweeted in the wee hours of the night waking up everybody else in the process.As far as the history shows,Twitter has caused many a flutter among the social class.Remember the row between the producers of three idiots and chetan bhagath?Chethan showed his weaker side by blocking certain people in his twitter who supposedly was ‘against’ him.
Lets come to the present saga between lalit modi and shashi tharoor.From the beginning Mr.Tharoor had explicitly displayed his incompetency in ‘Indian politics’.(Remember he was the runner up for the UN General Secretary post).There is a saying in malayalam which vaguely translates as ,,Many a war was caused either due to booty or beauties.
The cause here was both.Modi wanted his booty and Tharoor preferred his beauty,Sunanda Pushkar.
Mr.Tharoor was elected from my hometown,thiruvananthapuram.We all cheered for him .All the youngsters supported and voted for him expecting much from him in return,There were also some, who voted for him jus for his looks( he seemed like an oasis in the vast desert of old men waiting with their one leg already in grave)I don’t know which among the top two categories my sis belongs to since she celebrated the victory of tharoor for an entire day when the next day was her semester exam(that too without mourning for our dear MJ’s sad demise).Lately someone in MTV said the most hilarious thing about tharoor,that Rakhi Sawanth was feeling very insecure about her first place as controvery queen which has been actively chased by Mr.Tharoor.
When He had his first controversy about the ‘cattle class’,there were many supporting him in twitter,but slowly only we realised that he has his ‘foot stuck in his mouth’.perenially!
To talk about Modi,I can only think of one thing,Its has become an unaccepted truth in India that anyone who shoots to fame out of the blue and has so much money riding on him will definetly be on muddy waters.In this case it just took a little longer for Modi to lose the grip in the mud.
Last Word:: If you have decided to break the rules,then better learn to face the heat.