Beeps In The Mind

"Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories." --Steven Wright True that!  When I happened to browse through the collection of photos of my office tour that took place a couple of years back, I could feel that nostalgic smile on my face! Recollecting the incidents made me laugh though I am far away from the people, place and time! And time has changed us all; we are in no way the same people anymore, belonging to different worlds! Good changes! :)  Memory beeps

A normal human mind wishes for so many things in life and craves for them to get fulfilled. Stating here my three wishes in the most lucid manner that I can. This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend , an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.                             My first wish is to love myself without doubt,Second is to love the love I receive,                                                    And the third is to be the love of all my loves.

It has become my very nature, To smile and end up in laughter, When the sun is up and smiling. But while the moon is up and waiting, Wanting not to enter the little sky in my eyes, I frown and sob in the dark.

It’s been sometime since I made an update. I was thinking of posting something all these time but was too busy and exhausted to concentrate.  The biggest news I want to share with you is about the most discussed topic here; my wedding. Hope you guessed! :). Yes,  I got married. It was just few days before Onam, that my relationship status changed from single to married. I finally met the one I searched for* , pulling aside everything that got in between us!  Wedding Roses               But my journey was not that easy; becoming a bride and accepting that fact was a little difficult for me. Above all I strove to prepare myself to give up the little luxury that I had; the princess status that I have been enjoying all these years at home and I know I would miss that every day.  But yes, I enjoyed the fun side too in being a bride; that special onetime experience in life.  Life flows and flows and now the challenge is to  resolve those inner conflicts, the new phase

At Chombala harbour "A fairy went a-marketing, She bought a little fish...". Do you remember this poem? :) I went to buy fishes too! It was my first time visit to Chombala fishing harbor, Kozhikode District, though it's somewhat near to my home town. The harbor is located between Vadakara and Mahe. Being a pescetarian, I was delighted to watch how the freshly caught seafood is treated. When I reached there, the spot was already crowded. A lot of people were waiting for the trawlers to arrive and unload their fish and the fishermen were in high spirits to show off their catch of the day. People waiting Mackerels, Mackerels everywhere! It was a day of Mackerels though many other fishes were found in the harbor market. I could see fishermen lifting  carts full of fishes and transferring it to ice boxes to send it to the market outside from where it is delivered to hundreds of people everyday . It's actually very cheap to buy fishes from

Sometimes I can feel how happiness grows, From the heart to the eyes, And how it blossoms as smiles, Giving out even more happiness. 

I have been busy all these days though I took a break from my work life. But I missed this space and my folks here, who keep visiting tirelessly since I couldn't concentrate on any of the things coz of my nervous and wandering mind. And then I wanted to distract my mind and keep all the thoughts and worries at bay. As usual I needed getting buried in a book and follow the life of those characters. And for now, I want a simple and sweet story that can keep me hooked. Hope  The DEViant would   serve the purpose. It's the debut novel by Shankar S. Padmanaban which starts from the climax of the story. I easily got obsessed with finding out the previous happenings that led to the climax. Now I am half way through the book. Let's see how it goes! I would be soon posting a review. :) Stay tuned! Image Source: Pixabay

And finally, I am prepared to move. This place belonged to me once! Four years before, like a fish in a new pond, I struggled to breathe when I joined here though I strived and survived later. The beauty and comfort here had once stopped me from going. As I had told before there’s some kismet connection between us. But I can’t make excuses, karma is calling, though I find it hard to say goodbye.  I smiled, I laughed, I disagreed, I screamed, I fought, I hugged and I stood for what I believed in and now, a farewell.  But the worst thing is missing the people here! Image Source: Pixabay

The day has finally come, To take off the monotony,  From her smileless face, To burst into laughter!

I saw silver slivers of the moon, Falling on your face, On that bright and cheery night. I was confused; To listen and nod at you,  Or to stare at the glimmering stars in your eyes! If you liked this poem please do spread by sharing!

Yesterday was just another day;I saw myself busy collecting, All those shattered being of mine, And acting even busier,Uniting and befriending with myself again, Still denying not a chance to repeat the process. If you liked this poem please do spread by sharing!

She was not angry, She was but sad.She was not mad at anyone,She was but crushing her agony.And silence was the only weapon, She thought she could operate flawlessly. If you liked this poem do share!

He was the reason of my nomadic life from which I found pleasure in. I wandered and wandered; from gardens to gardens, villages to towns and sometimes from the woods to valleys.  And now, when I fix my little legs in that place, which by birth, is his native and not mine, I expected his face among the strangers I met. Many smiling faces, many faces mysterious past by but none of them was him. Everything was the same, as he explained; the weather, the flowers, the taste of nectar and so on.  Time has its reworks implied, but I can remember his words that date back to a time when I was a tiny caterpillar inside a chrysalis. I grew fast pumping his voice to my soul. Now that I got my wings to flutter and seek out, but I couldn't find him in any of the places I visited. Where is he? Am I late to reach here? When thinking about the average span of life that we flies normally have, it’s not small a transformation, from a caterpillar to a butterfly. But I am he

Seeing his long messy beard, I always doubted, If gravitation has an upward pull too, Or else how has it grown in a direction so opposite!!! Picture Credits: Pixabay

When the flickering lamp blinded my eyes, With  its beams so intense and bright, I know how it feels; To have all the courage, But no weapon to fight and defeat. Light is mightier than anything! Picture Credits: Pixabay

It's bliss to stand there and embrace the sun like a little lotus.  And the picture says it all! Whenever I pave a visit to Kappad beach, words keep flowing out from my heart. Here's one scribbling.  At Kappad beach I stand near the sea, hours so countless And never got tired waiting, For his zillion smiles at dawn and throughout. Moon has proposed me a thousand times, But I lost my heart to the sun. The sea is the limit and witness; Of my sighs and smiles, and of my hopes and worries. Each time I stand by her side, She pacifies me with her songs, so magical, That can revive one from life and death. Picture Credits: Anusree (for capturing the moment) and Mredul C.K (for editing it beautifully). 

It sucks like anything when you get irritated with the worse than the worst emotions or behaviour from someone. Don’t you? At times, you would have to experience the heaven and hell at the same place, sometimes you would be a friend and a stranger to the same person(s). Time has its own surprises. There’s a reason for every reaction you make. But which would you choose; your inner self or sacrifice its voice to please someone?  And again at times the whole world says you are wrong, but you would still have to bear with yourself and your intuitions. And then, you should be able to hope that the truth will come out to reveal itself, someday and finally letting it go. My words seem a little philosophical, ah? :) I am struck by something and a little hurt too.  But spilling those thoughts and emotions here on my blog has its cathartic effect , as I had previously blogged about. And these quotes seem well soothing. Image Source: Google Images &Pinterest 

I looked all over the grass bunches; on the leaves and near the shoot, for the morning dew drop which then slipped through my fingertips. Where did it go? Yes, the final destination should be the wet soil that is to enrich the soul of a living being. But before that it should cling somewhere, reflecting the beauty of the “just woken up” tiny greens. And then, I saw it moving slowly; from the tip of a leaf it slithered to the next leaf and finally into the stomach of a tiny plant. In that small dew drop, there is a part of the sun, a part of the ocean, smiles and tears as in any life. And now, it has served its purpose and will be back again in some form to continue the never ending journey of birth and death.  Hope you would like this analogy  too!  Image Credits: Pixabay

It’s always an enlivening experience rediscovering history, finding the stories behind, going through the singular materials once owned by people like us; of those who has owned a name for themselves and those of the common man who has gone through gains and pains, unfortunately not leaving a distinguishable name behind for us to rant about apart from their material possessions for us to glance through. Sharing here such an experience. I had blogged about my love for Kozhikode and my weekly routine of rushing home after office. I rarely get time to take a pause and roam about in the city, rediscovering the happiness and curiosity. My new year activities started up on a slow pace and the first place I visited was Pazhassi Raja Archaeological Museum and Krishna Menon Art Gallery. It's been a long time I was longing to go there. When I asked some people about this place, nobody knew about it that well, it’s obvious that not much information is available online too, except the old