June 15, 2011,
6.15 PM –Rainy Day
The Clouds were floating above our head, we means “180” trainees ‘who undergone one year continuous and vigorous training, and now we were going to separate. I decided no to shed a drop of tear from eyes. Ma intimate friend “Bairavan” came there and climbed on the open stage holding a glass of whiskey and made a speech, a memorable one in our life,and he started his speech with deep breath, we felt we were in a middle of war and we were going to die within hours, exactly like in an English war movie.. it was like this
Gentlemen, we were joined here before one year to separate. These 12 months of sufferings gave us a strong backbone, which would not bend before anybody, a strong protective hands, fearless heart and sharp eyes to see the things which ordinary eyes couldn’t see. We were bound together by blood, 12 months we loved together, fight together, share everything together including your bed time secrets with your wives, enjoyed and suffered everything together and we would not say it anything of these to anybody, because it’s our pride our honor. Gentlemen we came here to separate. We may not meet again in future, but we will keep our bonds of love in our heart. Good luck friends, Do your duty, wander in your streets, and try to find a girl and fell in love with her, enjoy your life thank you mates, God bless you.
A loud clap brought me to the conscious state, ma hands were shivering without any reason, I can feel moisture in ma eyes, Na I was not crying the raindrops were scattering on ma eyelids. He came to ma side and said “Dhanil if you are happy and you felt good in your life you don’t want to remember me or call me, But if you were in some trouble and felt that you can’t solve it, Just call me, I would be with you before you end the call.” My god I cant control the tear drops from ma eyes, he didn’t look at me and me too, It started raining. He jumped into their vehicle and waved his hands at me.
“I like to cry in the rain so that none can see ma tears “, I remembered the words of great Actor Charlie Chaplin”
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Why i love violin now....
Yesterday…. Best day in ma life, memorable day, beautiful day more over I met a girl with god’s sign in her heart.
It was a usual day, raised at 7.00 Am, did some excise not for me for ma father and mother. Have ma breakfast then took ma bike, the only thrilling time in ma office life.
@ 10.00 Am :
Reached at office, the usual things programming, tracking, facebooking, browsing, giving proposals in matrimonial web sites from a fake account, chatting with girls, smsing, and searching for some adultery contents.. Blah blah virtual world, am bored with this life, should find another place, I thought.
@ 5.00 PM
Time to go Home, I thought of watching school fest, not for watching the events but to watch the girls, their relatives and sisters. So I called ma cousin for making a marathon “Vaynottam”, I ddint get the exact English word for that.
@5.30 PM
Reached at the stadium, and took a place near the gate for our mission. We started the mission. Tight jeans, T shirts, Sunglasses, Straightened hairs blah blah.. nothing special, I thought we were in an metropolitan city like Bangalore.
Let’s go am bored with this, I said to ma cousin, and took some few steps towards the gate, at that moment ma eyes were fallen on a figure, sorry on a girl, She was wearing a white saree, and a red rose on her hair, carrying a violin, with her father and mother, her eyes were lined with black ink, and I found a glow in her eyes, my heart began to sing the old song again, I became possessive again in the second time in ma life, your eyes should be always mine and should look at me in each moment of ma life, I murmured in my mind, and ma phone rang with tone
“നിന് വിരല് തുമ്പില് അണയും കണി മുകില്
എന്റെ നെന്ജില് പെയ്യാന് ഒരുങ്ങവേ
എന് മുടി ചാര്ത്തില് അലയും ജലകണം
നിന്നുള്ളില് അലിയും മിന്നലായ് മാറവേ
ഈ മഴയില് എന് പാതി മെയ്യില്”
Phone from ma mother, I pressed the accept button and said “I will be there in 10 mts amma”. “can u bring her home kanna? She asked” , I don’t know I will ask her ama. Am talking abt your sister, she said. Oh, oops, yah I will, I said, and pressed the red button.
Oh god I missed her, searched her in the sea of girls, what should I do ? Oh Yah she is carrying a violin, so she would participate in violin events. So I enquired about the violin contest, it will start about 6.30 PM.
I searched again an again in ma google engine, but I found nothing about her.
Am tired and sat on the pavilion, at that moment I heard some weeps from ma back and turned ma head behind. There I found what I lost. Her face is covered with her towel, her eyes were filled with tear, she may lost in her competition, I thought. But something flashed in ma mind, the competition is not over now, then why she is weeping? I took a deep breath and move toward her family. What happened ?, I asked. The string of violin is out of order, and we were coming from Palakkad and we don’t know anything about this place, it is her first stage and am blind can’t do anything without other’s help, her father said.
Ok, ok then can I help you, words from ma heart, not from ma mind or brain, you can trust me, I said.
I took the violin, at that moment the first time, first moment she look at ma face and said I would come with you, I agreed with her
I placed the violin on the front side of the bike, please sit comfortably, I said to her. Now she is not looking at me, ignited the bike and moved through the worst traffic jam I have ever seen in thrichur town.
@ 6.15 PM
We reached at the repairing centre, it was an old house and decorated with bunch of violins, she waited outside the house, may be she wouldn’t believe me I thought. It’s repaired took 5 more minutes for that. I gave it back to her and started ma bike. Now we were going back to the stadium, what’s your name? I asked Divya, she said.
Me. Which standard?
Divya. 12th
Me. Do u have facebook account?
Divya. No, what’s that?
Me. You don’t know about face book, where were u coming from, I murmured.
Divya. What?
Me. Nothing, ahhhmm… Do u have number?
Divya. No….
Girls always make short sentences with complex thoughts, and boys make complex sentences with simple thoughts, I thought
Me. Do u have boy friend?
Divya. No, why u are asking this?
Me. Nothing, I thought, thought…. The same weakness of mine, don’t have subject to talk with girls….
Me. What’s your chest No?
Divya. One
Me. OMG, we reached the stadium, and the event was started already, anchor is calling her chest no.
She is here, she is here I roared, and ran towards the stage.
Where? The anchor asked to me, she is…., I turned m head and look around me.. where is she ? am I in hallucination ? what’s happening to me?
At that moment I found her, 3 people were holding her hand, and reached at the stage. It was the moment that I realized she sees, loves and feels everything through her mind and body not through her eyes. I wanted to hear her music, so I stayed, It was amazing, it was about love I think, don’t have any knowledge about music, but it feels something like sharp arrows piercing ma heart, After music she was appreciated by a lot of audience and I didn’t go there, now her eyes were glowing again, glowing with tears.
@ 7.00 PM
It’s time to go, first time I thought of learning violin, hmmm, I started ma bike, oh god I missed ma cousin, I called him, he was inside the stadium, when I reached at him he was performing some freak dance among a group of girls.
Enough, enough… we can go? The jealous part of mine said…
The things which haunted in me was,
1) She didn’t say a thanks
2) She didn’t ask ma name
3) She didn’t have facebook account
4) She didn’t say her number
5) She didn’t look at me
6) She didn’t smile.
Ok, ok may be god gave me a chance to help a blind girl. Back to home, back to usual routines.
Next day morning ma eyes captured a news from “Mathrubhumi”, It was like this….
I am Divya krihsnan, Have the same name in ma Facebook account, I created it in the previous night.
I won first prize in Violin, and am selected for trivandram music college yesterday.
I am so sorry, for not asking your name and saying a thanks to you.
Thank you very much “Chetta”, and a smiling face below these lines.
Hmmm, wow … I searched her in FB, and found her… Then I placed ma mouse pointer on “Addfriend” Button, what should I do Now?
No, not this time.. am an a unimportant part in your life, you have a good future, and you will become a great artist in your life, I don’t want to be a barrier or burden in your life, closed the page and sipped ma coffee and lookked at the sun rising from the east
It was a usual day, raised at 7.00 Am, did some excise not for me for ma father and mother. Have ma breakfast then took ma bike, the only thrilling time in ma office life.
@ 10.00 Am :
Reached at office, the usual things programming, tracking, facebooking, browsing, giving proposals in matrimonial web sites from a fake account, chatting with girls, smsing, and searching for some adultery contents.. Blah blah virtual world, am bored with this life, should find another place, I thought.
@ 5.00 PM
Time to go Home, I thought of watching school fest, not for watching the events but to watch the girls, their relatives and sisters. So I called ma cousin for making a marathon “Vaynottam”, I ddint get the exact English word for that.
@5.30 PM
Reached at the stadium, and took a place near the gate for our mission. We started the mission. Tight jeans, T shirts, Sunglasses, Straightened hairs blah blah.. nothing special, I thought we were in an metropolitan city like Bangalore.
Let’s go am bored with this, I said to ma cousin, and took some few steps towards the gate, at that moment ma eyes were fallen on a figure, sorry on a girl, She was wearing a white saree, and a red rose on her hair, carrying a violin, with her father and mother, her eyes were lined with black ink, and I found a glow in her eyes, my heart began to sing the old song again, I became possessive again in the second time in ma life, your eyes should be always mine and should look at me in each moment of ma life, I murmured in my mind, and ma phone rang with tone
“നിന് വിരല് തുമ്പില് അണയും കണി മുകില്
എന്റെ നെന്ജില് പെയ്യാന് ഒരുങ്ങവേ
എന് മുടി ചാര്ത്തില് അലയും ജലകണം
നിന്നുള്ളില് അലിയും മിന്നലായ് മാറവേ
ഈ മഴയില് എന് പാതി മെയ്യില്”
Phone from ma mother, I pressed the accept button and said “I will be there in 10 mts amma”. “can u bring her home kanna? She asked” , I don’t know I will ask her ama. Am talking abt your sister, she said. Oh, oops, yah I will, I said, and pressed the red button.
Oh god I missed her, searched her in the sea of girls, what should I do ? Oh Yah she is carrying a violin, so she would participate in violin events. So I enquired about the violin contest, it will start about 6.30 PM.
I searched again an again in ma google engine, but I found nothing about her.
Am tired and sat on the pavilion, at that moment I heard some weeps from ma back and turned ma head behind. There I found what I lost. Her face is covered with her towel, her eyes were filled with tear, she may lost in her competition, I thought. But something flashed in ma mind, the competition is not over now, then why she is weeping? I took a deep breath and move toward her family. What happened ?, I asked. The string of violin is out of order, and we were coming from Palakkad and we don’t know anything about this place, it is her first stage and am blind can’t do anything without other’s help, her father said.
Ok, ok then can I help you, words from ma heart, not from ma mind or brain, you can trust me, I said.
I took the violin, at that moment the first time, first moment she look at ma face and said I would come with you, I agreed with her
I placed the violin on the front side of the bike, please sit comfortably, I said to her. Now she is not looking at me, ignited the bike and moved through the worst traffic jam I have ever seen in thrichur town.
@ 6.15 PM
We reached at the repairing centre, it was an old house and decorated with bunch of violins, she waited outside the house, may be she wouldn’t believe me I thought. It’s repaired took 5 more minutes for that. I gave it back to her and started ma bike. Now we were going back to the stadium, what’s your name? I asked Divya, she said.
Me. Which standard?
Divya. 12th
Me. Do u have facebook account?
Divya. No, what’s that?
Me. You don’t know about face book, where were u coming from, I murmured.
Divya. What?
Me. Nothing, ahhhmm… Do u have number?
Divya. No….
Girls always make short sentences with complex thoughts, and boys make complex sentences with simple thoughts, I thought
Me. Do u have boy friend?
Divya. No, why u are asking this?
Me. Nothing, I thought, thought…. The same weakness of mine, don’t have subject to talk with girls….
Me. What’s your chest No?
Divya. One
Me. OMG, we reached the stadium, and the event was started already, anchor is calling her chest no.
She is here, she is here I roared, and ran towards the stage.
Where? The anchor asked to me, she is…., I turned m head and look around me.. where is she ? am I in hallucination ? what’s happening to me?
At that moment I found her, 3 people were holding her hand, and reached at the stage. It was the moment that I realized she sees, loves and feels everything through her mind and body not through her eyes. I wanted to hear her music, so I stayed, It was amazing, it was about love I think, don’t have any knowledge about music, but it feels something like sharp arrows piercing ma heart, After music she was appreciated by a lot of audience and I didn’t go there, now her eyes were glowing again, glowing with tears.
@ 7.00 PM
It’s time to go, first time I thought of learning violin, hmmm, I started ma bike, oh god I missed ma cousin, I called him, he was inside the stadium, when I reached at him he was performing some freak dance among a group of girls.
Enough, enough… we can go? The jealous part of mine said…
The things which haunted in me was,
1) She didn’t say a thanks
2) She didn’t ask ma name
3) She didn’t have facebook account
4) She didn’t say her number
5) She didn’t look at me
6) She didn’t smile.
Ok, ok may be god gave me a chance to help a blind girl. Back to home, back to usual routines.
Next day morning ma eyes captured a news from “Mathrubhumi”, It was like this….
I am Divya krihsnan, Have the same name in ma Facebook account, I created it in the previous night.
I won first prize in Violin, and am selected for trivandram music college yesterday.
I am so sorry, for not asking your name and saying a thanks to you.
Thank you very much “Chetta”, and a smiling face below these lines.
Hmmm, wow … I searched her in FB, and found her… Then I placed ma mouse pointer on “Addfriend” Button, what should I do Now?
No, not this time.. am an a unimportant part in your life, you have a good future, and you will become a great artist in your life, I don’t want to be a barrier or burden in your life, closed the page and sipped ma coffee and lookked at the sun rising from the east
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