Friday, December 21, 2007

Its for U

Roses are ReD
Violets are BluE
I have no CluE
Who are YoU

I saw you amidst a CreW
And felt something NeW
I hate none but like a FeW
I love you and I’m TruE

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to YoU

Monday, December 17, 2007

I want to marry You

“I will get down here” she said feebly. He was quick to respond…“It’s ok…I don’t feel this to be the right spot for you to get down. I will leave you near your house” Soon they neared her house. He stopped just before the gate. Getting down the bike she quickly peeped into her compound and gave a sigh of relief. “Thank god the Car is not here and the light outside the door is on” she said in a very comfortable voice. He was curious to know why she mentioned that but was reluctant to ask her. But giving no room for any discomfort she continued, “Car is not here… so Dad’s gone out…the door lights are ON, so mom has slept…I can walk freely inside now!” “Dad should have seen you dropping me here…” she was all smiles and in a very mirthful tone repeated “Dad should have seen you dropping me her…”

She was about to start with her formalities of saying Thank you and Bye, when he asked her to hold his helmet for a minute. She did thinking that he is getting ready to start. He took a deep breath and tied her hands with his kerchief. She was amused. “What the heck are you doing? I got to go…” she exclaimed. He gathered strength to hold her tied hands and softly said, “I like you very much. I want to spend my entire life with you. I want to marry you” Saying this he quietly left the place without waiting for her reaction. As he moved away from her on his bike, he could hear her whisper loudly “Your helmet…hey your helmet”

He remembered her saying that she will give him a strong knock on his head if he proposed her in person. He had done it many times over phone. So just to escape from her knock he had challenged her that he would tie up her hands before he proposed. His intentions were serious whenever he proposed. Her reactions were always frivolous. He believed that what he did today will convey his heart to her.

Let’s hope that the message was conveyed.

Friday, November 09, 2007

Diya- The TurmoiL

And in total anguish he pulled out a cigarette. The lighter failed to trigger leaving him more disgusted than ever. He threw away the cigarette and the lighter in frustration. He did not realize his moves until he banged himself against the side wall with a heavy thud. The impact of the bang put him unconscious down the floor.

His room was everything for him. His Den, hideout, palace, classroom… The most serene place on earth... He never welcomed his friends to his room. Not because they will envy, but he feared they will disturb the setup of his room; his very own private space. His ambience of the room which he dearly called as “Diya” was exactly a near replica of his dream home…The left corner of the room had the thick mattress on the floor with this beautiful night-lamp. The mattress was fully bordered buy small pillows. If you have to count these pillows, I suppose it will just cross a dozen!!! Diagonally opposite to his bed arrangement was his most favorite Music System. If only it can play something of its own other than what he plays, then the system will for sure start crying…It’s the first gadget that goes ON as he enters the room and the last one to go OFF before he leaves. The center part of the room is the most populated area. A small glass table neatly covered with a red velvet cloth. This table holds a Laptop, a mobile, a pen, a small diary and his Cigarette gear (A cigarette pack and a lighter). This is where he spends his late nights. Every morning he wakes up to his favorite tunes. He was own master and servant. He was very keen about the cleanliness and maintenance of his room; his dream Diya!

Today his room totally out of shape. Nothing is in its place. Scattered pillows, dirty corners, unusual darkness are characters of Diya these days. He has lost his discipline in life, compromised his principles, switched away from his passions. He is not what he was… All unwelcome changes have captured him. Everything because she said NO?
The Bang against the wall will repair his mind. Deep within his cry to become good again will wake him up from his downfall. The next morning when he wakes up, he will be a new man. He will wake up with new convictions. All these hopes and fire will last only till her smile flashes across his mind. The turmoil begins again. Diya will go out of shape again. There will be another Bang on the wall.
Statutory Warning: Cigarette Smoking is Injurious to Health

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

What Next??????????????

It’s been long since they walked together this way. Anu had stopped talking and meeting Hrithik. Few weeks back Hrithik had proposed to Anu. That evening Anu was walking down the lane. Anu’s grandma stayed there. Hrithik passed opposite to Anu in his bike. He had come there as there was a traffic diversion that weekend. He never noticed Anu. But Anu did. He had passed a few yards past Anu. “Hey” called Anu. Hrithik turned unassumingly, but was left surprised and shocked as it was Anu who had called. He parked his bike aside and walked near Anu. “So…what are you doing these days? You said you wanted to do your Law Degree…You decided to go for it? But you see I felt M.B.A was a better option for you. If you feel strong about doing your LAW course, then go for it. Ok?” Anu spoke non-stop. But he was speechless. At the end of all questions and suggestions Anu turned and looked at his face. It was Hrithik’s time to reply… “I’m thinking”… By then they had reached Anu’s house. With a gentle smile Anu said “It was nice talking to you after long time…Take care…Byeeee”. He was still feeling tight. He just waved his hand acknowledging her Bye.

Hrithik had no mind to say bye. He turned back at Anu…with no second thought, out of love; Hrithik pulled and kissed Anu. Anu couldn’t even react. He had caught Anu so tight and never stopped. At the end of the Kiss, he was shocked to see Anu faint. He didn’t know what to do. He could hear foot steps nearing the house entrance from inside. He left Anu lie at the door steps and panicked out of the compound. He rushed to his bike. But he was deeply worried. He wanted to know that Anu is doing fine. Hrithik has never feared so badly before. But today he was shivering. He ran back to the house. But he couldn’t build up the courage to get-in. Anu was not there at the door-steps. Finally a quick idea flashed in his mind. He hurried to the near-by telephone booth. Hrithik carried a mobile. Still he preferred a public phone. He called to Anu’s mobile. It ringed. But someone cut the line. He was confused. He wanted to know if it was Anu who did it. Hrithik started to sweat. He moved slowly towards the backend of the house. From there he saw Anu seated in the dining table with a drink. Relief…Hrithik breathed free only after seeing Anu do fine. He never turned back. He left the place, sped away in his bike.

I’m sure Anu, Hrithik, you, me…all are thinking…what next?

Tuesday, October 16, 2007


This is cycle 2 for me. This I do with lots of interest and on Demand. 8 more facts about me. This time it was Priti who tagged me !

1. My Perfect Morning : Get up early without an alarm, coffee, exercise, accompanied by songs

2.My Perfect Evening :An evening show Movie and light night dinner

3.I like Issues. I like facing them. No thrill unless u go chill over something.. Aint it ?

4. People generally judge me the wrong way. They Call me what im not. But actually I made them do it. So who is right? Me or people? Im confused. If you are clear...let me know ;)

5.My last crush was the all new Pulsar DTSi with Digital Display. And now my latest is...Laptop !

6.I respect the feminine gender a lot... True !

7.I want Miracles to happen. I doubt if sometjhing of that sort would happen. If it happens I say " Just another co-incidence" or "Human-Error". I dunno why im like this.. Still hoping for miracles...

8. Im dreamy. World demnds me to be more practical. I hate this. I want a way out... ;-)

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Oh meri Munni...

June 1983, Allapuzha District, Kerala.

Rain never stops at Allepy. So is the endless ruffle between Arshad and Munni.
Munni the most studious girl of class IV was the star of the school. Everyone was her friend there except for two… Arshad and Sheila. For Arshad, Sheila was his very good companion who always supports and stands by him. But Sheila thought she was all for Arshad. Sheila was Arshad’s body guard, neighbor, classmate, friend, sister, guide...
Arshad and Munni admired each other, but they were never friendly. Sheila always stared fiercely at Munni so that Munni doesn’t near Arshad. There was this element of Ego always running high between Arshad and Munni. Munni always topped the class in all subjects. Name any competition and you can name the winner too. It was always Munni shinning bright. Arshad was quick, too quick in dismissing any discussion about subjects and competitions at school. Not that he dint like them, but he will have to praise and listen to others praise Munni for her show. But there was one area where Arshad topped. Poetry. He is almost unstoppable and spontaneous ever when it comes to quoting small poems. Be it in a crowd or alone to himself, he was proud to expel his rhyming verses.He had a fan club for his poetry including teachers and not to mention… Munni.

Both Arshad and Munni wanted to befriend each other. But nature’s decree or their persistence, they never allowed themselves be good. All went fine until this class tour was planned. Class IV students were taken to the town museum. Arshad had brought sweet candies to have on the way in bus from his dad’s shop. Munni had brought Rasna, the most famous beverage there, for her friends. Her mom had prepared Rasna in three bottles for Munni and her friends. Arshad too had enough candies for the entire class. Sheila had brought nice fried chicken, supplement for lunch which was just enough for her and Arshad. The class enjoyed the day. All had nice fun at the museum. Munni’s Rasna and Arshad’s candies kept them jumping all the day. At the end of the day, when everyone went home, there was so much fun and happiness in the air. But Arshad and Munni left home with heavy hearts. Arshad could hardly get a sip of Rasna as Munni’s friends had already emptied it by the time the bottle reached Arshad. Still he had the last sip without showing much interest about having it. Munni had dropped Arshad’s candy in mud, and she never asked for another. Arshad felt that she had done it purposefully. So there was another reason for them to turn faces against each other. But this time the disappointment was big. Especially, Arshad felt insulted. So was Sheila. From then on, Arshad and Munni never spoke with each other, never smiled too which they usually do. Any muffle between them, hardly lasted for a day. This time, already a week had passed, still they were at opposite ends.

Every Sunday evening, the students met at school to offer special prayers. That Sunday evening after the prayer meeting, Arshad and Sheila were returning home on their cycles. Munni was walking down slowly with her friend. Seeing Munni and her friend, Arshad stepped up his speed so as to move across Munni as soon as possible. Sheila too came up to his pace. Munni turned around and saw Arshad approaching her at a high speed. She waved her hands asking him to stop. Her gesture was like she wanted to inform about something. But Arshad moved away from his path avoiding Munni. But Sheila had to stop. She slowed down and stopped near Munni and her friend. Sheila was very uncomfortable talking to Munni, as she feared Arshad won’t like her talking to Munni. That was a quick conversation between Munni and Sheila. Arshad was waiting few steps ahead for Sheila. Arshad saw Sheila saying bye to Munni. Immediately he started to move. Poor Sheila had to hurry up to catch up with him. Arshad never opened his mouth; still Sheila briefed him the conversation between her and Munni. She said that it was Munni’s birthday tomorrow. And that she won’t be coming to school tomorrow. She had stopped them to invite Arshad and Sheila to her house for her Birthday cake cutting on Monday evening. Arshad nodded back disinterested. By this time Sheila’s house had come. Arshad waved bye to her and headed towards his house which was few streets away from there. Arshad had just entered the narrow lane near his house, where he was stopped forcefully. Munni stood on the way leaving no place for Arshad to proceed. Arshad gave a blank look at Munni, gesturing her to move away. Munni looked very disappointed. More disappointed and sad than angry. She gave a heavy blow on Arshad’s cycle and quietly left the place. Arshad stood clueless. He never expected her there. He thought may be she will call him to her house for her birthday. But Munni did nothing but for the bang on the wheel. Adding more to his confusion was her reaction. Disappointed eyes and the angry move by Munni, made Arshad scratch his head…

Silly little Kids :-)

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

she said to me...

Hey you,
Don't you give up, it's not so bad
There's still a chance for us
Hey you,
Just be yourself, don't be so shy
There's reasons why it's hard

Keep it together, you'll make it alright
Our celebration is going on tonight
Poets and prophets would envy what we do
This could be good, hey you

Hey you,
Open your heart, it's not so strange
You've got to change this time
Hey you,
Remember this, none of it's real
Including the way you feel

Keep it together, we'll make it alright
Our celebration is going on tonight
Poets and prophets Would envy what we do
This could be good, hey you

Hey you, save yourself
Don't rely on anyone else

First love yourself, then you can love someone else
If you can change someone else, then you have saved someone else
But you must first love yourself, then you can love someone else
If you can change someone else, then you have saved someone else
But you must first

Hey you,
There on the fence, you've got a choice
One day it will make sense
Hey you,
First love yourself, or if you can't,
Try to love someone else

Keep it together, we'll make it alright
Our celebration is going on tonight
Poets and prophets will envy what we do
This could be good, hey you

First love yourself, then you can love someone else
If you can change someone else, then you have saved someone else
But you must first love yourself, then you can love someone else
If you can change someone else, then you have saved someone else
But you must first

Friday, September 07, 2007

The Resurgence

Staring up into the heavens
In this hell that binds your hands
Will you sacrifice your comfort?
Make your way in a foreign land?

Wrestle with your darkness
Angels call your name
Can you hear what they're saying?
Will you ever be the same?
Remember, remember, never forget
All of your life has all been a test
You will find a gate that's open
Even though your spirit's broken

Open up my heart
And cause my lips to speak
Bring the heaven and the stars
Down to Earth for me

Wrestle with your darkness
Angels call your name
Can you hear what they're saying?
Will you ever be the same?

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Frozen Thoughts

You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be
You're frozen when your heart's not open
You're so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret

You're frozen when your heart's not open
If I could melt your heart
we’d never be apart
Give yourself to me
you are the key
Now there's no point in placing the blame
And you should know I'd suffer the same

If I lose you, my heart would be broken
Love is a bird, she needs to fly
Let all the hurt inside you die
You're frozen when your heart's not open

Extracts from Madonna's song Album..


அழகான நேரம் அதை நீ தான் கொடுத்தாய்

அழியாத சோகம் அதையும் நீ தான் கொடுத்தாய்

கண் தூங்கும் நேரம் பார்த்து கடவுள் வந்து போனதுபோல்

என் வாழ்வில் வந்தாய் நீ

ஏமாற்றம் தாங்கவில்லை

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Im Depressed

Have you ever gone through this phase of emptiness? Where nothing is working and nothing is fulfilling? When you look around and you realize that this single truth about your life eclipses all other satisfying moments? When you find yourself alone with no one to lean on even when you are with a huge loving crowd ? Is this depression or beyond it?

We say we have friends, but where are they? Each is leading his/her life in another part of the world; even if physically close, it is thousands of light mental years apart. You want to reach out to rant without being judged and what do you get? A preach!

I am depressed and probably not making much sense; I am sleep deprived and I wish to be sedated; when I do wake up, I hope it would be to a different world and a different me!

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Frozen Tear Drop

Darjeeling Railway Station, December 21, 1999, 5am:

The first rays of sunlight spread slowly across the platform. Darjeeling was freezing at 13 degrees. Young Aditya was cheering up his sister Roshini. Roshini was the talk of the town. She had cleared the Medical entrance exam of the Moscow University. She will be the first girl from Darjeeling to fly to Moscow to pursue her M.B.B.S!

Roshini was the school topper in her 12th standard board exams; her not so good performance in the entrance exam couldn’t fetch her seat at the Delhi Indira Gandhi Medical College. She had to be satisfied with a B.Sc from the Angels College at Darjeeling. She saw the entrance call for the Moscow University in the newspaper which she used to browse across just to find a small job to keep her at her feet. She was reluctant and lacked spirit when she applied for the exams. She was about to tear off the Hall ticket when she read that the exam center was at Lucknow. It was Aditya who persuaded her to go for it and did the big role of making their father say YES! Luck, fate or talent, Roshini dint know what to blame. She got admission to the Moscow medical university on merit. Her entire education fee and hostel charges were waived off. January 1st the course will start at Moscow and the students were expected to be there not later than December 28th.

Aditya and Roshini. ..Roshini will do anything for Aditya. Aditya felt gifted for having Roshini as her elder sister. Though Roshini is just one year elder to Aditya, never in these 20 yrs had Aditya fought against or had rough words for Roshini. He respected Roshini more than anyone else on this earth. Love commands Respect. Roshini was the sweetest girl in town. The way she call Aditya ‘Mere Bhai’ (My Brother). Nothing is more sweet than those loving words. Aditya flew in pride with the news of her sister’s feat. But their father was stern in not going ahead with this admission. Roshini too wasn’t much interested. 6 yrs at Moscow with no vacations. That was pretty too much. More than miles in between Darjeeling and Moscow, it was the number of years which stopped everyone from taking a serious note of this chance. Forget Moscow and Roshini will remain Roshini forever. Never in her lifetime she will be Dr.Roshini M.B.B.S.

Aditya wanted to see her sister shine before this world as a successful Doctor. One week of fighting, persuasion, debates, arguments and finally Aditya won the battle. Today Roshini is at Darjeeling station to catch her train to Delhi from where she will fly to Moscow with the other students selected from across the country. Roshini’s mom, dad and other relatives had shed tears and were all gone dry. Roshini too had prepared her mind for the big break. Only five minutes was left for the train to start. Roshini traditionally with all respect touched her parent’s feet to get their blessings. Aditya was in a triumphant mood. He was cracking jokes to keep her sister smiling. It was time for the big good bye as the train moved.

Mom, Dad and Aditya slowly walked towards the station exit, watching the train leave the platform. The train had disappeared from their sight. Aditya suddenly stopped. Glanced at the platform they were standing so long. The last few moments with Roshini flashed in his mind. He knelt down, and. . . . Aditya burst out crying. Tears were unstoppable. He was crying loud and cried more loud. Aditya, the nice little chap who usually acted like crying to get what he wanted so long in his life, today cried so deeply that the entire station froze in sadness. The tear drops from his eyes spoke his love for his sister and the pain of separation. Love is pain.

Today, Singapore, July 19th 2011, 7am:

Aditya just called up Roshini to wish Little Aishu a very Happy Birthday. It was Aishu’s 3rd Birthday. Aishu is Roshini’s first daughter. She is not as sweet as Roshini, spoilt brat. Aditya’s most lovable kid. Aditya’s favorite ;-)

Saturday, August 18, 2007

“Please stand up for the National Anthem”

The hall was all set for the movie to start. The commercials were over and lights were switched off to screen the movie. I was eagerly awaiting the Censor certificate to be screened. But instead a message was displayed.
“Please stand up for the National Anthem”

Human Brain is the fastest in the world. Before the message disappeared from the screen, I had made hell lot of assumptions; hundreds of questions and vague answers scrolled across my mind.
Should I get up now?
Will I be the only odd man standing?
Will any soul in the hall have the grace to be on their feet to Respect the Anthem?
It’s the educated masses who don’t care for Nationalistic sentiments these days. The learned scholars deny that there is sense in the feeling called Patriotism.
Why talk so complex?
In layman’s language, National Anthem is just a song to mark the end of a programme.


At times our people fool us!
I couldn’t believe my eyes. The entire hall stood up immediately for the Anthem and there was perfect discipline till the end.

After long time I found Tears in my eyes which was not due to dust.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

"Nan Thukki Valartha Thuyaram Nee"

"Real loss only occurs when you lose something that you love more than yourself"

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

I was Tagged

I was tagged by Nivi. This is a game for bloggers. I am supposed to write 8 facts about me and then tag my blogger friends who will write facts about them and then pass on to their friends... Sounds interesting… So here I go...
1. I’m very much fond of playing such (stupid) games
2. I’m very impatient and want things to happen then and there.
3. Biriyani is my favorite dish.
4. I like being sentimental and emotional
5.I love India.
6. I love being alone.
7. I Love Maya (Please don’t ask who she is...)
8. I enjoy riding my bike and driving my car.
As per the game, I am gonna tag you... ASH, u r next!!! :-)

Hey Nivi… happy a?

Saturday, July 14, 2007


We Don't See What WAS
We See What We WANT !!!

I was proud and stubborn...!

Monday, July 09, 2007

I kissed KIRAN BEDI!

Kiran Bedi!
She is my heroine. I’m her die-hard fan. She is my ideal woman. She is my role-model. I have read, heard and spoke lots about her. But never got a chance to meet her in person. I’m waiting for that lucky day.

Me going to meet my sweet little kids at their home is nothing new. It’s been nearly a month since I met them. This Sunday I had been there just to see them. Whenever I go there, they run upto me near the door; hug me tight and take me inside. This is the kind of welcome I usually get. But this time there was none to welcome me. The kids’ room was locked from within. I knocked the door. “Coming…please wait” was the response. I waited patiently for few seconds. I could hear the kids giggling and other noises. I started growing restless. Suddenly the door opened. First Shruthi came out laughing. Her eyes told me that there was something interesting waiting for me. She proudly shaking her pony tail started off with her introduction speech. I understood nothing out of it except for the last few words… “Please welcome the one and only Kiran Bedi” she shouted. Kiran Bedi??? I stood clueless till I saw Kiran Bedi marching boisterously towards me. It was chotu!!!
The little girl who I saw last with a cute little pony tail now had totally changed with her new hair cut!!! She was like Kiran Bedi junior. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Even Kiran Bedi’s grand daughter wouldn’t carry so much resemblance in terms of body language and style. Chotu had it in her.

She sprang upon me putting me down and hugged me happily with all smiles. Unable to control my excitement, I asked her for a Kiss! They are the only girls who kiss me unlimited. But today, the Kiran stuff made her reject my request. I was denied a Kiss L
I was with them for two hours. All the time I was admiring the bold beautiful Kiran. Calling her Kiran Darling would immediately result in her dialing to 100 asking two cops to arrest me for Eve teasing. But she dialed from her toy mobile ;-) Finally it was time to start home. I again asked for a kiss and again the plea was dismissed.

Disappointed to the core, I left the place sans energy. I crossed the main door; wore my shoes and turned towards the stairs to come down to the road. Just then a sweet little voice called me” Anna”! I turned to see my Kiran darling running towards me. I knelt down to accept her Sweet Kiss. Lip to Lip Kiss!

I kissed KIRAN BEDI!

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

the last time. . . . . . . . !

Saturday, 30th June 2007, 23:30Hrs

Michael and Cheryl weren’t in good terms for the past six months. Their tug of war reached an all time high today. In a streak of anger Michael called Cheryl his biggest mistake. This upset her to the core. But her ego won’t accept that she was upset. Tit for tat… Cheryl threw all her anger over Michael in one sentence. I hate you!
Deeply depressed with Cheryl’s words, Michael stayed very silent. “Don’t try your games again with me… I don’t want to see you again in my lifetime.” Cheryl was unstoppable. She was erupting ferociously. Wounded by her words, Michael cut the phone line in disgust. It was Cheryl’s Birthday the next day. She was everything for him. She was the only girl he would turn for. But today she blamed Michael a flirt. Michael felt heart broken. He felt his love has become meaningless. Not knowing what to do next he set out aimlessly in his bike.

Sunday, 1st July 2007, 00:45Hrs

Heavy rains in the evening had left all roads flooded. The roads were mucky and slippery. Michael hates crying. But today he couldn’t help himself. Tears dimmed his vision. He was going through all sweet moments. Its Cheryl’s birthday today and he is not in a position even to wish her. There was severe traffic jam in his mind; clash of thoughts and emotions; the pain was unbearable… Michael was not in his senses. Cheryl, his love, his luck, his life nothing is his anymore. Call it fate or bad luck, Michael was hit by a speeding truck and thrown off the road. His bike hit the highway rails and was damaged terribly. Michael lay unconscious at one corner of the road.

Sunday, 1st July 2007, 02:00Hrs

It’s been nearly 2 hrs since the accident. Head injury had caused severe blood loss.
The dark rainy night had left the highway and Michael unattended. Had it been any other night, there was a chance the highway patrol would have spotted the accident victim. But today rain forced everyone stay indoors. Here at home Cheryl dint even take efforts to think about Michael. She happily attended all her Birthday calls, and was busy packing her suitcase. She has to catch the first bus to her home town at 5am.

Sunday, 1st July 2007, 05:30Hrs

Rain had stopped. The first rays of the sun shined brightly over Michael. Severely injured, Michael couldn’t even budge a bit. He slowly gained consciousness hearing to the blaring siren of the ambulance. He was being given first aid to stop blood loss. Michael with great effort opened his eyes. Two nurses, few policemen and an ambulance is what he saw at first. As he was being moved from the accident spot to the ambulance, he saw a bus crossing them. Michael could hardly keep his eyes open. As his eye lids closed beyond his control, Michael saw Cheryl in the bus. She was in his favorite white dress. The one in which Michael saw her for the first time. Seeing her Michael slowly whispered CHERYL and closed his eyes.

Marathil irunthu pookal uthirum
marupadi puthida marukathe
Malayil suriyan maraintha piragum
maru nal uthirkum marakathe

Mudiya kangal thirakuma?

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Lady In ReD !

ennai pandhaada piRandhavaLae

idhayam reNdaaga piLandhavaLae

oasai illaamal malarndhavaLae

uyirai kaN koNdu kadaindhavaLae

unnai kaNda pin indha maNNai naesithaen

kaalam yaavum kaadhal koLLa vaaraayoa

senguyilae siRu veyilae

maNNil uLLa vaLam inna dhinnadhena seyaRkai koaL aRiyum peNNae

unnil uLLa vaLam enna dhennadhenauLLankai aRiyum kaNNaenee

azhagin motham endru sollu

andha bramman vaitha mutru puLLi

senguyilae... siRu veyilae...

vaay thiRandhu kaettuvittaen vaazhvai vaazha vidu anbae !!!

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

There'll come a morning
When we'll awaken
Closer than ever
Slowly but surely
Sooner or later
Closer than ever
Breathing the same air
Dreaming the same dreams
Closer than ever before

There'll come a moment
When I will hold you
Closer than ever
Fairy-tale romance
Princess and hero
Closer than ever
Like an old movie
Where strangers end up
Closer than ever before

All of a sudden
Just like a shower
Our love will flower
Life will have meaning

Worth living for
Worth dying for

There'll come a morning
When we'll awaken
Closer than ever before

New York nagaram uRangum nEram thanimai adarndhathu
paniyum padarndhathE
kappal iRangiyE
kaaRRum karaiyil nadanthathE
naangu kaNNaadich chuvargaLukkuLLE naanum mezhuguvarththiyum
thanimai thanimaiyO thanimai thanimaiyO
kodumai kodumaiyO

pEchellaam thaalaattu pOla ennai uRanga vaikka nee illai
dHinamum oRu muththam thandhu kaalai kaappi kodukka nee illai
vizhiyil vizhum dhoosi thannai naavaal edukka nee ingu illai
manathil ezhum kuzhappam thannai theerkka nee ingE illai
naan ingE neeyum angE indhath thanimaiyil nimishangaL varushamaanathEnO
vaan ingE neelam angE indha uvamaikku iruvarum viLakkamaanathEnO

naatkuRippil nooru thadavai undhan peyarai ezhudhum en pEnaa
ezhudhiyathum eRumbu moikkap peyarum aanathenna thEnaa
jill endru bhoomi irundhum indhath tharuNaththil kuLirkaalam kOdai aanadhEnO
vaa anbE neeyum vandhaal senthaNal kooda panik katti pOlE aagumE

Saturday 23 June 2007:

What emotions u draw when u listen to these songs???

I always fly to dreamland with my girl whenever I hear these songs.
But today the reverse happened…
I was longing in my dream to wake up and hear these songs.
Today, My Fair Lady, gorgeously dressed up in Red,
made me run behind her madly.
I have heard and seen the majestic English castles only in movies.
But seeing it as a dream that too early morning dream, especially running behind a beautiful girl!
Oh my god I’m sad I’m not a poet or artist to bring it on paper.
But still I’m happy I’m a blogger ;)

Saturday, June 09, 2007

The Mad Race

He was in a weird mood. He wanted to ride at top speed non-stop. He missed the green signal by a second, which made him stop at the Junction. Poor accelerator, it was continuously raised and lowered by him. He cleverly hid his face inside his helmet, shut his ears with music. Others in the road could jus get a look at his figure and actions.
Waiting at the signal for more than a minute that too in the late hours of the night, if aam aadmi gets frustrated, imagine Shiva who’s already restless! Jet… set… go flashed green and he is already there 20 meters ahead of other vehicles. He rode rashly and his new bike making a rough grunt made everyone in the road turn and give a look.

Totally lost in music and speed, he rode like hell down the bridge. This big truck right behind him had been honking hard to get way. After his descent from the bridge, he noticed the truck pleading for way not because of the honk but from the glare of the headlights flashing bright on his rear view mirror. Shiv genuinely moved out of the truck’s way. The so called cleaner of the truck gave a serious look at Shiv. The look conveyed a message. “Had you delayed some more time in giving way, we would have hit you off our way”, this was the warning. This provoked Shiv to overtake the truck and block its way. Madness started here.

The way Shiv rode his bike, the speed, the body language, the attempts he made to overtake, all these made the Truck driver invite Shiv for a mad race. No words, no flags, no rules, no tracks, no observers, but a race was on. Shiv was focused fully on overtaking the truck. Mid-night had jus crossed, the roads were empty, signals flashing orange; all conditions were suitable for the truck and bike to accelerate blindly. Little did Shiv realize that rash driving will affect the performance of his new bike… His entire mind was in racing the truck. In the process he had some close encounters with barricades in the middle of the road. The slightest bad luck would have cost dear to him, but he never cared as though a Lucky Mascot was always there around saving him.

Shiv had come a long way chasing the truck. Several times he overtook it and the truck too had its chance. He had come a long way out of his usual route in the course of the race. At one point the truck slowed down and stopped aside. Shiv who was ahead of the truck slowed down too and stopped there. The truck had reached its intended destination. But Shiv? Where has he come? He felt like going and dashing somewhere. Why did he do this? No point to prove, nothing to gain, totally purposeless race it was. Just a wild rush of madness. Guilty, ashamed and deeply wounded at heart by his senseless behavior, Shiv switched off the music blasting his ears. All he could hear was his heart beating irregularly fast. Slowly and steadily he traced back his route. He had no replacement for the time he lost, for the efforts wasted, for the resources exhausted. No reason to justify his madness. Still somewhere deep within, his mind had been keeping him up, categorizing his madness somewhere in-between essential and trivial. With this slight relief of not committing a grave mistake, Shiv reached home. Before hitting bed, Shiv made up his mind to analyze and correct himself without fail the next morning.

Next day at office:

Shiv talking to his colleagues… “Kno wat…? Last night I had this race with a truck on my way back home..wat a thrill? Man the chase was mind blowin… I was about to hit this median, aana sadalnu brake pottu ..chance a illa..disc brake na chumma va..”
Ivanaellam Tiruttha mudiyuma ?

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Wanted to have this Here..Got it !!!

Stole this image from another Blogger ;-)

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

The Clapping Angel

That was a very beautiful doll. The clapping angel is what people used to call it. This one was the most fancied doll by all kids after the world famous Barbie series. Anu was no exception to this. Little Anu will step into 2nd standard after this summer vacation. Her daddy kept his promise that he will take her to the trade fair before her school reopens. Anu was the happiest kid on earth when she was going around the fair with her tiny fingers holding her daddy strongly. Her little eyes weren’t enough for her to capture the extravaganza of the fair. She was so pleased with her father for having brought her to the fair. So much pleased that every now and then she kept kissing his forehand. Her joy knew no bounds. She was flying with pride.
Everything was fine until she crossed the doll shop. Two beautiful clapping angels were on display on the top rack of the store. Anu has come across this doll many times before in various other places. Never has she asked her father to get her this one. She knew her father can’t afford its price. But today the dolls dressed up in pink pulled her so much that she resisted to move from that shop. Her dad could understand her desire. But he knew better that he has hardly Rs25 in his pocket which is just enough for an ice cream and to take back Anu in auto. He had promised these too as part of the fair visit. Anu had tears filled in her eyes. She was continuously watching the dolls. Tears started to flow down when a boy bought one of the two dolls. She never opened her mouth and asked her father to buy her the doll. She knew it was not possible. Still her little heart craved for it.
Not able to stop her tears and the yearning for the doll, she spoke out in a very feeble voice. ‘Daddy I want to have that doll’. Pained by her daughter’s patience and his inability to get what she wanted, Anu’s father was spontaneous to reply, ‘Baby let’s go to the ice cream shop’. Anu never replied back. She just moved out of the store. She went straight towards the entrance. They left the fair without having ice cream. Anu’s dad was keen to take her back home by Auto. They reached home. Anu couldn’t stop her tears. She went to the bed, hugged her pillow tightly and cried aloud. At one point she got tired of crying and slept off. Poor Daddy couldn’t sleep that night. He convinced himself that kids will forget things soon and went to sleep.

Will Little Anu forget the Clapping angel? She might have stopped crying but will her little heart ever come over the desire?

Is there anyway to cheer up the little kid?
Please let me know.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

The Perfect Morning !

Early morning 9am, sounds odd? But for Aditya 9am is the time he can afford to get up. A bright white bedspread with lots of lavender flower images woven to it; soft cozy pillows of the same color; and a night suite in deep blue… these make Aditya’s night (not to mention the Good Night message from Sumi). 9am is the time when Aditya’s mom clears the bedroom screen to facilitate the sunrays to shine over his face. Gently disturbed by his majesty the Sun God, Aditya reaches out for his mobile from under his pillow. Without opening his eyes he types out a Good Morning and sends it to Sumi. His fingers are so much used to sending her messages that he manages to send messages eyes closed. The time Aditya wakes up in the morning is the time Sumi gets out of her apartment to office. So there is always a prompt reply to Aditya’s Good morning from Sumi. Still in sleeping mood and posture he gathers strength to open just his right eye when his mobile vibrates with a message (just to confirm if the message was from Sumi). If it was any other message… Aditya gets back to sleep. But always it’s Sumi with her sweet morning wishes, which effortlessly puts Aditya on foot. Sumi’s good morning is Aditya’s early morning coffee, strong, aromatic and the perfect starter for the day. 

Aditya reads Sumi so well that he knows what her messages mean. ‘Good Morning :-)’, ‘gud morning’, ‘gm’, ‘morning’, each one meant something. They convey her mood to him. Based on it he replies to her, and quickly goes to brush (time filler between his reply and her reply to it). By the time he is back with coffee and newspaper, the reply from Sumi is already there. Coffee, News, Sumi… Aditya handles all simultaneously. Everyday there is a new topic to talk about for them Weather today, music tomorrow; someday it’s the continuation of previous night’s fight! In-between Aditya asks for updates about her whereabouts. Cos he knows that the conversation will stop abruptly the time Sumi reaches her cabin!

Aditya starts to start to office. He gets ready to get ready for his office only after the conversation. But there is one exception to this. The conversation goes on and on when they are fighting. He summarizes the conversation and tries to enjoy the emotions linked to it as he stands beneath the shower. Lazy Aditya becomes brisk and quick after his shower (he is already late!). He hardly has time and mood for his breakfast. Promising his mom that he will have a full meal as early as 12 noon, he skips breakfast. All set to start to office, he equips himself with his driving kit which includes his music player! Vroom starts his bike and never stops anywhere for anyone even at signals. Aditya likes to ride fast. Speed is one thing he is crazy about only next to Sumi. On his way to office he never minds to slow down except when he crosses Sumi’s office building. He knows the direction in which Sumi will be sitting now. He slows down to feel her presence. And there again he goes back to top speed and halts at office. ‘Late again?’ this word he hears every other day from his boss. Who cares…? Aditya reaches out to his mail box to start his Email service to Sumi!

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

The Music Express

The Train was galloping at its top speed say 130-140 mph. It was 3am and everyone in that First class compartment was fast asleep in their coupes. There is no other sound except for the roar of the train. Aditya was traveling alone for the first time. As a habit or convention he never sleeps during onward train journeys. He always wanted to stand by the train door and sing his heart out. But that has never happened before as he never got to travel alone. Now he knew it’s the right time to strike the chord. He slowly moved down from his berth and escaped out of his coupe without making any noise. The footboard was waiting for his arrival He took his favorite position and he was all set for the show. The train was cruising over a pretty straight route with hardly any curves on the way. Bluish cloud covered mountains, tall trees and oil lit lamps here and there…Seeing these Aditya was building up his mood to sing out. He had few songs and lines in mind which he knew will please him at this time of the night and the location he is in. As tough he was a professional singer he started to sing. First few lines he jus murmured. But later on he started to shout. He knew very well that it’s tough even for himself to listen to his voice. But today the speed of the train gave him so much room that he shouted his heart out so loudly, still no one heard him. He was enjoying his singing (shouting to be precise) though he had chosen all sad songs. Suddenly a bulb started glowing above his head. Idea! he said to himself and quickly ran to his berth. He grabbed his Music player plugged them into his ears and turned the volume to maximum. Now again back at the footboard he continued with his singing. This time he was very pleased. He was singing but what his ears received was the original soundtrack! Wow cool idea indeed.

Everything was nice and fine until these lines flashed through Aditya’s mind. He had read them only few hours ago. He had associated those lines with himself. The lines read as “Such was his state… a state where he kept working just to stop the brain from thinking of her… a state where all he wanted to do on his late night ride back home from office was to bang onto something rock solid hard and crash hoping that at least the accident would make him stop thinking about her. He was scared of being alone and not having anything to do because then he would have to think.” Aditya’s mind was continuously pondering over these lines. He has been undergoing this ordeal for reasons unknown. Aditya’s SHE was no were in the scene. He is yet to find her; still he has been feeling it. By the time he realized that he had stopped singing, two three songs had been over in his player. Aditya trying to recompile himself purposefully switched off the songs and diverted his attention in sight seeing. The mountains, the plains, the signal pillars, the distant lights, the shining stars, all these created an awe feeling in him. Sometime back what looked like gods own precious creation and beauty of the nature, now kindled fear fire in Aditya’s eyes. Everything looked enlarged. The fear of FEAR gulping him grew fast. Aditya's feet started to tremble. Unknowingly he started leaning more outside the door and started feeling the Gravity pulling him out. His heart already bid goodbye to the world yet his mind wasn’t ready to depart. The power of his mind commanded his body to push itself inside. 3…2…1 he counted aloud and pushed himself inside, closed the door and rested his back on the door without giving load to his foot. Aditya was panting for breath. He dint know what he was going through. But seriously felt strange with what ever he experienced now. Once he closed the door, the train’s roaring noise had diminished and all that he could hear was his heart beating so fast which synchronized with the rhythm of the express train. Aditya was quite tired after the Push! So he decided to get back to his cabin. He gently tried to persuade himself to sleep for a while, but all he could do was look at the opposite berth where a young girl was struggling to sleep. Who knows that girl too might have been down after a Push, but certainly not from the doorsteps!

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Life is a LESSON..LEARN it

Time as he grows old teaches him many lessons. I learnt that this is true. When you see things shown in movies happen to you, what else do you do but believe that movie is nothing but a replica of life. But let’s exempt dream duet sequences alone! The last few months have been great learning experiences. Learning life! Met different characters, observed many changes, went through new experiences, had good time learning, realized that I got lots and lots more to learn. All these learning’s need to be revised, revisited, cherished, relished and recorded. (What if I lose my memory?)

Top Cop:

Speeding auto, a cop chasing it and jumping into it, big blows to the driver and the driver falls out of the auto. The auto stops after hitting at a sand heap… I wasn’t describing a stunt sequence of a movie, this is what I saw when I was a kid at the police colony where I grew up. (Memory loss and to me? Nay no way I suppose). Real hero that cop was. I do believe in some chasing scenes of movies as I have seen such things in person. I have seen this cop at home in plainclothes. He was so much a police personality that he didn’t even know few channel names on TV. This was some 10 yrs back. Now when I was at his home to invite him to my sister’s marriage, I was shocked to see him update his wife about the programs on various TV channels precisely with timings. He was a cop before, now retired. This has brought the BIG change in him.

I learnt a lesson- Plan your life after retirement

Habits make a MAN:

After much thinking, many ifs and buts, mom decided to go there to inform him of my sister’s marriage. Not a good area for ladies to travel, still she decided to go there as I was with her. Parking the car beneath a tree, mom said “u can wait in the car if u r not interested in coming…I will be back in 2 minutes” But myself and sister decided to go with her. When we peeped inside the hut like structure (supposed to be a house), what we saw was very painful. A man nearing his 60’s was drinking liquor. Seeing my mom he hurriedly closed the doors and came out, ashamed with his action, he asked my mom to erase from her memory whatever she just saw. The way he spoke to us, I understood, he was really an extraordinarily talented person spoilt to the core, thanks to his addiction to bad habits. He is supposed to be a close relative of us :-|

I learnt a lesson- Never give room for bad habits

Togetherness means a lot:

The train gently starts moving. The girl standing in the footboard waves good bye her cousins at the station. Tears roll down her cheeks, she is not wiping it cos she doesn’t want to disturb herself biding bye. A familiar scene in many Hindi movies (I’ve seen only lovers doing this in Tamil movies), But I saw it live when my cousin sister did this to me! One week of togetherness, total fun, and lots of love, affection and care were responsible for those tears. We know we will meet again not in the near future.

I learnt a lesson- It is painful to say bye to loved ones

No Tears, yet U cried:

I had a bet or rather a strong word with many that I won’t be crying, there won’t be any trace of tears when I say good bye after leaving my sister at her new home with new set of relations . It’s a virtual good bye to a sweet, tender relationship. I won the bet, but couldn’t claim for it. People had observed that I din cry; also I had my trademark mile wide smile even when my sister was busy wiping tears but what my eyes managed to hide was revealed by my foot which dint dare to take the front foot to leave the place.
No tears still I cried… people were quick to observe this.

I learnt a lesson- U don’t cry, that doesn’t mean U don’t feel the pain

Pray for me Brother:

2nd May 2007, Wednesday, 9:30 Am… The road is jam packed with vehicles trying to enter the marriage hall so is the hall inside. The wedding rituals are yet to begin but the hall was already exceeding its capacity. Unknowingly I start to pray. God How are u gonna manage this? Still my eyes looking for more people to come in for whom I was waiting for; also looking for people whom I dint want to turn up. End of the day, all things bright and beautiful, prayers answered. Happy about the way things shaped out…

I learnt a lesson- Prayers are always answered…
                                                           but not every time the answer is YES

Many more to recall and write out but still in order to give due preference and priority to the above instances I will have to stop here.

I learnt a lesson- Preferential treatment is BAD!

Do not give priority to the person who considers u as a choice!

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Pinky goes Pink !

Pinky was too tired even to open her eyes. Wrapped in a soft pink towel, Pinky lay comfortably in her mom’s lap. Sumi and Aditya, the young parents of Pinky were on their way back home after their successful holiday at Munnar. They say the holiday was successful because they executed the plan against many odds. Pinky’s grandparents were strictly against this holiday trip keeping in mind Pinky’s age as she was hardly 9 months old. But Sumi and Aditya badly needed this break. Sumi had abandoned her job owing to Pinky’s birth. So it has been more than a year now since she really had exposure to the outside world. Aditya, the young Gentleman cadet has jus passed out of the Officer’s Training Academy (OTA), Dehradun which trains Army Captains. Captain Aditya was one of the most charming officers at OTA. No one believed that he was married when he proudly announced his team about Pinky’s birth. Aditya and Sumi were too quick to tie the knot at a very early age. Aditya will turn 25 when Pinky celebrates her first birthday. Young father, young mother, cheerful grandparents, and lovable friends around. Pinky is indeed lucky to be born in such an environment.

Aditya and Sumi had just boarded the Train to Chennai. While Sumi was extremely cautious not to disturb Pinky, Aditya was quick enough to put up the luggage so that Sumi and Pinky were comfortable. The Train was about to start in another 5 minutes. Sumi wanted to have the magazine that was on display in the bookstall at the station. The stall was at the other side of the platform. Keeping in mind that Sumi will get bored after a while, Aditya decided to have a quick run to the stall to get her the magazine. Sumi half heartedly nodded when Aditya said he was getting down to get the magazine. It was early evening and the platform lights were being switched on. The Lights inside the train too went ON. This sudden change in lighting and the dampness inside the A/C coach had disturbed Pinky’s sleep. She started becoming restless as the train started moving with a jerk. Sumi had no clue as why Aditya is still not aboard even after the train had started moving. She grew tensed and started to panic as she could not find Aditya around. The train was nearly out of the station and it was picking up its speed. Pinky suddenly started crying. Tears rolled down quickly. It was not just Pinky who was crying, Sumi also. Being a smart and matured girl, Sumi gathered enough strength in her voice to quickly alert the co-passengers that her husband had not boarded the train. The TTE was approached for help but then he had no other option except to console Sumi with cool words that he would contact the Station master once the train reached the next station. As a TTE that was the maximum he could do. Sumi was terribly disappointed with herself for having let Aditya go for the book at the last moment. But still she knew Aditya will certainly reach her soon. Just the uncertainty of when and how Aditya will make up to Sumi and Pinky was hindering her mind.

Aditya had missed the train. Though he was quick on his foot in getting the book, the landed up in a different platform while getting back. He reached the wrong platform just to find that his train was pulling out of the station from the other side. Aditya was unhappy with himself for having done such a blunder of missing the train. But without wasting much time he becalmed himself looking for ways to catch the train. When he was about to approach the station master for help, he met a lady in on the platform of his train. The lady wore a familiar look. Aditya identified the lady as a railway employee with her ID card. With the feel that he had met her already somewhere, he approached the lady for help. Call it luck or blessing, the lady happened to be a senior officer who had the power to stop the train under emergency situations. Keeping in mind the fact that the train had left the station and that Aditya had narrated his displeasure of missing his wife and little kid, the lady without any hesitation pulled out her wireless instrument and commanded some orders. The train halted. Sumi and the other passengers in the train were surprised to see that the train stopped just for Aditya to get in. Thankfully waving bye to the lady in the station, Aditya moved inside the coach to comfort Sumi. The train started again with a jerk and as expected Pinky stared crying again. Aditya, Sumi and other passengers were engaged in attending to Pinky, forgetting all the confusion behind. Next morning Pinky was cheerfully playing with her little dolly as Aditya and Sumi romanced with their eyes smiling and faces blooming with the shock of yesterday’s ordeal running at the back of their mind.

Friday, April 13, 2007

The Chamber of Secrets

After a quick small fight with mom, I stormed into the bedroom bashing the door just to show that I was angry with things around. I was so restless that I needed to keep myself occupied by all means, a good diversion to ease and cool myself. My IPOD comforted my ears and occupied 50% of my think tank. But my eyes were still displeased. Just then I spotted this book “Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets” on my bed. Being a person who never reads books just for the fun of reading, I hesitated to pick up the book (to give some work to my eyes). Heard lots about Harry Potter, but never has its fantasy fancied me. But today just to keep me occupied and with the attitude of checking “WAT BIG STUFF DID PEOPLE FIND IN IT” I started READING!

Hardly covered two pages but even before that I could find myself peacefully settled in my bed. That was a magical turn around...Oops Potter fans know that the M word is a restricted one. But I’m not Harry though M makes me go Mad ;-) The time I spent this night reading two chapters of the book has been one of the few moments which made me feel good about myself. Though I wasn’t much carried away by the Harry Potter stuff, I certainly enjoyed the ‘feel good’ feel which reading a book can give me. The books usually I read are quite heavy with its contents for example “The Constitution of India”. But books meant for reading and just for reading alone, the pleasure of it is distinct. Music and book is a pretty good combination. I feel they can make up for my ideal before bedtime partners. I don’t say I have fallen in love with reading habit overnight, but certainly this is a sign of a good start. The starting point of the journey to explore the chamber of secrets (books).

Sometime back someone told me, “If I were to die in a freak road accident, ensure that you reach my mobile to my mom and my books to my cousin sister” and I was quick to reserve my share for books as I could foresee myself turning a voracious reader soon. It’s not yet time for both to happen ;-))

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Smiley Smiles :-)

9th April 2007, 7:30 pm

It was the usual onsite status call... jus two of us and a phone in a big conference room. One person giving updates and me lost in thoughts was scribbling in my notepad. It was around 8 pm when my colleague woke me up from my dream state. He pointed to my notepad and started laughing sarcastically... What was that I was scribbling in my notepad? For one second I feared to turn towards the sheet I was scribbling. What if I had written the name of the person I was dreaming about?? Aaaah... sigh of relief! The sheet was full of SMILEY’s

Cheerful smiley’s all around the paper and one or two project related words which had mistakenly entered my ears during the call. My friend was all doubts on why I was so much fascinated by these little smileys. I’m not doubtful but am pleased with the fact that I like smiley’s... Like smiley’s ? But why? Cos Smiley makes me smile and for me smile is...

SMILE..Simply Means I Like emmm !!

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Oh my pretty pretty girl !

I lie awake at night
See things in black and white
I’ve only got you in my mind
You know you have made me blind.

I lie awake and pray
That you will look my way
I have all this songing in my heart
I knew it right from start.

Oh my pretty pretty girl I love you
Like I never ever loved no one before you
Pretty pretty girl of mind
Just tell me you love me too.

Oh my pretty pretty girl I need you
Oh my pretty pretty girl I do
Let me inside make me stay
Right beside you.

I used to write your name
And put it in a frame
And sometime I think I hear you call
Right from my bedroom wall.

You stay a little while
And touch me with your smile
And what can I say to make you mine
To reach out for you in time.

Oh my pretty pretty girl I love you
Like I never ever loved no one before you
Pretty pretty girl of mind
Just tell me you love me too.

Oh my pretty pretty girl I need you
Oh my pretty pretty girl I do
Let me inside make me stay
Right beside you.