WHEN THINGS DONT GET CLASSICAL- EXCERPTs FROM MY CHILDHOOD

If childhhood is a book of memory,then here is a page torn off from it with utmost care leaving zigzag edges behind...

It was way back in 1992 and when i was 2 years old;well, a baby or yeah..a toddler to be precise.We were living in the cute Airport quarters in Calicut.My father was working in Calicut airrport and the sole duty of my mother was to look after both of us :-) she wasnt employed then and my little brother was not in the picture until one year or so.And on one of those enchanting days my father brought me a set of CRAYONS of rainbow colours and since then my favourite pass time was to draw strokes like all children of that age..Well,u know what,these crayons are magical things..they drive children crazy,suddenly make even the innocent ones naughty!! they make children draw on paper,on books,on chairs and tables,on floors ,on walls and even on people -all bizarre shapes and maybe things which existed only in their imagination...they never know that many part of the real world lacked colours..!!

So i was just an ordinary child who soon found that the walls of of our Airport Quarters was my perfect canvas.And for the next one year i was busy making it alive with trees,flowers,houses,mountains,sunrises,rivers etc..etc..upto the height where the 3 year old could reach!!

Maybe the walls had become shabby but my parents never stopped me.Instead they brought me more and more colours..i smiled..and they smiled too...

Now after many years i asked them ,why they didnt stop me from making those beautiful walls dirty-they smiled and said" Every form of art is special and when a child does anything special never stop the litl one from doing it." But their next sentenced shocked me.."Well"..they said slowly "we thought u will become an "ARTIST".."WHAAATTT   !!!" I laughed after my initial shock and they laughed too :D

In the end maybe they realised i still can draw only the cartoon pictures of sunrises,mountains.rivers.5 petal flowers and houses made of triangles and rectangles even after 20 years!!

All parents are like that.They wish that their children turn extra-ordinary.each child is special to his or her parents..And sometimes they see their childhood,a part of it,in their children..And the next incident really depicted that.

When i was 4 years and my brother was one year;we returned from Calicut to TVM ,to our litl house in a small village in Varkala.I was extremely happy to have a new friend an year younger than me.Amala.a beautiful girl living next door.we spent our free time having fun,playing strange girlish games,swinging on the branches of the giant mango trees ,celebrating all festivals together..we never set boundaries..well,can friendship ever?

And one fine day Amala's mother sujatha aunty asked my mom whether she would like to take me to dance classes along with Amala so that both of us could study dance together.."Dance teacher Devi will come home to teach the girls" she said.

I think my mother stood silent for a while.Her memory drifted to her childhood..how she cudnt study dance because of health issues and how she was always crazy about it AND then she looked at me-her little daughter on verandah playing with teddy bear..but she didnt see me..She Saw HER-the part of her childhood-the dance classes she missed-the ones she longed to have...

"YEAH"..she said.."i would love to make her join too " She said it all on sudden that sujatha aunty was a bit startled.and later on both of them exchanged smiles-smiles of content!

on the sundays that followed,I ( who never even dared to imitate a dance step infront of Tv without any slightest inclination to dance ) was taken to classical dance sessions.Till then sundays was my favourite days waking upto the "Rangoli programme" in the morning to enjoy Hindi songs or an occassion to wake up late if i felt like..But these dance classes took away my sunday mornings from me..:-(

I didnt complain though..i was happy bcs i was with amala and after our dance classes we can straight away go to our games and other weird things!!

But then as years went on,i was taught all forms of dances,how to balance on a plate with a pot on head,how to act out stories etc etc..And during our half an oyur power cut everyday i practised my steps on the terrace..nearby my parents and little brother made out various constellations in the starry sky..people say they determine fate..i smiled thinking of that!!

Its true i never had an inclination or a passion for dance.it was just a fun time for me.i loved folk dance more-mayb the stories attracted me-Classical was a bit too much strain and i was a lazy fellow even then.But i loved the clourful dress of bharatnatyam.Once i asked Devi teacher.." teacher,can i wear my classical dance dress for the folk dance i have to do in the school?.the dress of folk dance is not good-looks old and shabby" i complained,

This question made her laugh.she explained to me that colourful dress wont suit folk dance's story..i became sad..I never understood it then.But now i think i can..Folk dances depicted ordinary lives..ordinary people..!!

When i was in fifth standard Devi teacher announced she was going to get married and leave the place.and i was the happiest person-happier than the bride herself-i was happy to get my sundays back!!

And since the day i stopped dancing, my parents found me some new friends.."BOOKS AND PEN " I m really thankful for them for they have held my hands and helped me walk into this wonderful world of language and literature...Sundays turned more and more beautiful with BOOKS and PEN  becoming my best friends!!

My beautiful red "chilanka with lovely beads"-my precious anklet -was put safely in my briefcase as a token of memory-childhhood..

May be certain things never get classical..Mayb life is like that..

And if you ask me if i loved to dance..i dont knw wat i will say-mayb yes,maybe no..mayb its bcs i loved my sundays more..even may b its bcs of  those stars that make out different patterns in the night sky smiling there..Or Tell me ,can all questions have answers !!

The sunset

Sundays are always great..i thought as i watered my garden plants.Farhaan was in the courtyard with his new paediatric journals and stuffs.Fiza was busy riding her tricycle."Husbands should not be too much studious " i said as if to myself but in a louder voice so that he could overhear it.."well,im not a studious husband,you see" he said adjusting his specs and giving me a 'wives are such a nuisance ' kind of look.
"well,these days you are.ever since you got hold of those stuffs" i pointed to the journals.He laughed.."they r really nice.very interesting and informative too.why dont you just take a look at them..i have never felt i've married a doctor" he said half amused.i faked a frown."because you havn't..you have married a writer" and we laughed..


"so my writer wife what shall i do for you,this sunday evening?" he asked.."Shall we go to the beach and spent some time there till sunset? Fiza will love it too?"He agreed.This sunday evening is going to be a bit more beautiful- i thought.

After about half an hour we reached there.The sandy seashore,the golden clouds,the frothy waves which kiss your feet,the pattern of birds near the horizon..for a moment i stood there mesmerised by the beauty of nature..detached from reality.It was then Farhaan and Fiza asked me to join their sandcastle buliding game.

Sandcastles are like dreams..i thought.we build them giving much attention to even their tiny parts ..built to our own crazy designs and fancies..yet often we stare helplessly as they r washed away by the roaring waves.

"Hi shreya" someone tapped me at my back.i suddenly turned around to see Maya,my childhood friend standing there."hey,what a surprise!it has been  quite a long time.."i smiled and hugged her and then introduced her to Farhaan and Fiza."So where is vinod, now?Did he get a transfer to Trivandrum?".To this she fell silent..shall we take a walk? she asked me.

As we walked through the wet shores,leaving behind our own unique footprints which the waves found really amusing to wash away soon,she told me how she and vinod had separated a year ago."i tried to adjust,shreya..but couldn't.ego problems,clashes of ideas and opinions and divorce was the only way ahead".she said in a matter-of -fact tone."but now no regrets,i enjoy this freedom.After all husbands must understand that wives are not their slaves"her last words had fire in it..Well,She was a leading advocate in the city.She must be having her own opinions..i tried to find solace in that thought.

After some time she left the place owing to her busy schedule."Fast life yaar..even no time to live.anyways it was nice meeting you"she left.

Is life really so fast? who makes it so? If there isnt time to live,wats life after all..strange thoughts.when they visit me ,i tried to shoo them away.They simply wont go..These thoughts have some kind of an aura around them..

The sun was setting down.slowly sinking.my heart was feeling heavy."Oh,it has grown so big and it's going down and down,pappa" Fiza was shouting at the setting sun..Farhaan was consoling her by saying it will return tomorrow morning.After all hopes keep us going..A little star appeared near the horizon.

As we walked back i told Farhaan Maya's story."so,they dnt have any children,ryt?Farhaan asked as he bought Fiza balloons of various colours and shapes."usually children are those who suffer most in these kind of issues.How can the little minds choose between mom nad dad" A paediatrician's heart was much concerned about that.But i was not listening.My eyes were fixed on a really old couple sitting on the seashore enjoying the evening ,sharing jokes and stories..I think Farhaan noticed that.He gently took my hands in his.We said nothing..At times..I realised .. silence is beautiful too..

AUGUST 15

"Mummy.. mummy..just cum here..help me tie my hair"..Fiza was shouting at the top of her voice.I was busy in the kitchen.I rushed to her side.To my surprise she was wearing her pink laced frock instead of her school uniform."August 15" she smiled looking at my surprised face.."i have to say the pledge today ,let me practise it.".she went on as i took the comb and pleated her pretty long hair."India is my country.All Indians are my brothers and sisters..."
I thought of my own school days.How every independance day was celebrated with great pomp and splendour!How we hoisted the Flag,the sweets which fell all around as the flag went up high..Along with it soared a proud Indian's dreams also..high..very high..Our freedom is the sacrifice of many great people..The sound of my History teacher ...images were flashing as if in a film..A sense of guilt snatched me.Today someone else should remind me of My Independance Day..

"Pappa is gonna drop me to school today..school bus will be late".Fiza's words brought me back from my thoughts. Farhaan had already started the car." Fiza ..dear..come on..its getting late. Pappa's patients will be waiting"i could hear his anxious voice as i helped pack her school bag."Bye mummy" i kissed her forehead."How's this flag,i made it yesterday.of course pappa helped..."  "its cute.". i replied as she entered the car holding the little tricolour flag...Farhaan was listening.."So Fiza ..tell ur mom that ur pappa is not only a paediatrician but a great artist too.." Fiza giggled. "So great artist,wont u cum for lunch?"i asked him as the car took reverse turn."most probably not..i have a meeting after OP.now dont u worry about that.Lunch will be provided there.."He smiled..A smile as beautiful as the one he gifted me when we first met.."there are some things too" ,a small voice inside me hushed."which time can nver change" .i waved them goodbye as the car disappeared round the corner..I could still see the tricolour in Fiza's little hands ...reminding me of things i missed over the years....
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After lunch.I switched on the TV. Independance day programs..I heard the calling bell.I rushed to open the door..A littl boy..may be of Fiza's age.A rag picker.havent seen him before.He asked me something about old cans and ol..i couldnt hear..I kept staring at him.Here is a boy,the same age as my daughter.,in shabby dress,no footwear,skinny with sunken eyes..No mummy to comb his hair..No pappa to drop him to school..mayb no school for him at all..His bones stared at me as if  in an anatomy class!.
I dont know still why i asked that ,But this was the first thing that came to my mind ..Maybe the mother in me spoke.."Have you had any food today"I think he was taken aback.After a couple of seconds he said"No"
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I watched him taking food with mixed emotions.In between he told me his story-The story of little Ramu,-how his mother brought him up after his father had left them when he was just 2 years old.Now his  mother is suffering from some illness of which he had no idea.so that justifies why he set out to earn a living at this tender age...Or really does that?school was not at all his concern.How could one spend such long hours in classroom when there are beautiful meadows,tree tops and fields bellowing to him?-Genuine question..Sometimes ignorance is a bliss ..I thought...Or is it the other way round?What difference Fiza and Ramu has?They simply happen to born in two different families..two different circumstances..In a country celebrating more than 60 years of Independance.What is it that we are celebrating with millions of children like Ramu wandering in streets..whose rights are we protecting by making hundreds of laws and amendments..Whose dreams are soaring up today along with the Tricolour in the air?..maybe nobdy should ask these questions.Maybe they are not questions any more just like the fact that these children are no longer children!
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Ramu hugged me goodbye.A child's hug-what else can convey love better than that!!!Love comes eveyday to u but many times in disguise.Sometimes we fail to recognise it and on days wen we do we realise how beautiful life can be..Today it came as Ramu..I thought....I caressed his oilless hair..Remember all that i have said..I think my words had an impact on him"and let me have a look at ur mother..come with her tomorrow" Thanku Doctor Aunty" I saw hope and happiness glittering in those eyes..
Just then Fiza's school bus stopped in front of our gate.She ran to me with the tricolour flying.How was the pledge?i asked her.She did not reply.She was staring at Ramu.Who is he? she asked..

"He is an Indian..ur brother"..i said..she didnt notice the little tears in my eyes.Maybe the gentle wind has already caught them before they fell down!!
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'Soft' Talks

It was a few days since we have moved to this new flat.we were on the 7th floor.I was standing by the window in my new room.i gazed at the beautiful scenery far away as the breeze played with my hair.. the blue mountains ,the green  tree tops...,Multi storyed buildings seemed to divide the serene sky into square shaped pieces which appeared so near to me..i saw the clouds simply sailing around..Below i could see the busy road..cars,buses,rickshaws and people rushing past..All in a hurry.But why?.Im in the midst of a city.i told myself.. I missed my village..my house..it's vast terrace..where we used to play ..watch the stars and make out different constellations in the night sky.and set off fire crackers during Diwali.The courtyard adorned by the mango flowers in summer..The jackfruit tree which happily gave off a low branch for us to tie the swing..my garden..my dear dear jasmine flowers.. i wonder if the little xmas tree has grown so tall ..how beautifully we decorated it each xmas during our school days..now festivals are celebrated infront of television only..We are busy..no time..we have to move on..we have to survive in  this highly comepetitive world..we have to live..But tell me,What's life?

A grey coloured pigeon came near my window.I smiled at her..and she came nearer to me as if she understood the 'universal language'..These days fewer humans understand that..i was wondering whethr to  touch it's rounded head.and caress it's soft feathers.i havnt touched a pigeon or any other bird in my life because i was afraid of those sharp beaks..

"Hey,Soft,what r u doing there?scaring the pigeon away?" It was Rish,my younger brother..He rushed into my room..The pigeon flew away.."oh..it's gone" i said sadly.".Dont worry  softu ,it will come again" he said fondly..Now U mayb wondering who this soft is ..Well,its my nick name at home..Full name is Soft Kutty..'Kutty' is a malayalam word which means child..So i have this English-malayalam combo pet name all for myself..unique..When asked  about the reason why they named me so,my mom said,"it was  bcs wen u were born u were an extremely soft baby"..i wondered whethr all other babies were hard when they were born..!!Sometimes these parents are so silly..!!So i had this name..and it's many versions came into existance over a period of years-sometimes people call me softy,softu,sometimes some old ladies in my village find it hard to pronounce "f",so they skip it and call me sot or sottu..or very fondly "sottootty..." Shreya is a name only used for academic purposes and among the friendship circle in school and college..and gradually i got used to it..when u have a pet name at home,somehow,u seem to love it more than ur original name..

Rish was staring at my cupboard.."is it not difficult to carry all these with u,each time we shift our house.?".He pointed to my gift boxes..Those greeting cards,letters,small,small  gifts,crafts,bouquet,flowers,dolls etc etc.".i love to keep them with me always"..he gave me a weird look.."what for?" They are memories,dear bro..they r the remnants of past..they remind u of people who gifted u those things,happy moments forever to be treasured..We cannot go back in time..but we can preserve the past..it's memories

He seemed not to understand a thing..well,what will u do to them after ur marriage? he asked playfully.."Well,i will make a glass cupboard and arrange them in my new house.."i said proudly..Oh..But my future brother-in law wont tolerate such stupidities."..he laughed..i wondered abt this male-dominated society.."No.No.He will agree ..After all he is my future husband ryt?" i winked at him.."God,save that poor man"..He laughed and ran as i chased him with the mosquito bat...

i love to travel

I love to travel to places with serene beauty,like hill stations,valleys,lake side meadows..it evokes a sense of calmness and peace..i love to walk under the autumn trees when their leaves are all shed,holding a friend's hand under the evening sky,where red and gold splashes across ...and we can see a little star far far away smiling at us..its really wonderful..ryt??

Bus Number 4-The fun never ends.

After a great hustle and bustle finally Bus number 4 was full with anxious looking bunch of pals..Believe me,at first everyone exchanged weird looks with each other..I could find that our bus had friends from all four batches A,B, C and D.And sadly i realised i didnt know many of my classmates who were seated in that cozy bus ."Hey yaar..i feel very odd"-i squeezed my best friend shiny's hands..She smiled saying evrything's going to be ok..

At that point of time,Our dear Sir,HOD community Medicine stepped into the bus..He smiled then said.." So now the whole class has been divided into four and allotted to 4 different buses which will take u to important tourist attractions of North India.Each bus will be headed by Two leaders-a boy and a girl..So attention Bus 4 members .here are ur leaders -Mahin and Iris..tc and Enjoy..." he stepped down after having a personal chat with the leader duo.

I looked at them-Mahin- a really slim and peaceful looking person,Little did i know then that he will turn out to be the most outstanding leader i have ever met.Iris was a bit more familiar to me-Stylish and smart,she had bright eyes which shone behind her curly hair. Mahin made the welcome speech as the bus started off for sight seeing in the capital city.Hey...All of u..why so silent?? u have been grouped according to ur friendship circle..Be active..let us rock yaar..!!

It was followed by a large round of applause and the boys seated in the back seats began to sing..Soon we girls joined and within few hours everyone,yes everyone blended perfectly into the group..we threw away that cloak of unfamiliarity and jumped into that swirling pool of friendship and let ourselves carried away by it's sweet ripples .Friendship-The most amazing feeling that fills u .Days were nothing short than a celebration..Night journeys were filled with fun,music,dance and endless games..Even the stars peeped in through the windows to enjoy the fun..

So let me introduce you to My bus mates- okay-let us start with hmm..well ur friend,that's me- a very stupid girl who loves friendship,then my best friend shiny-my little angel, a very studious Sree (Sreekala) -who is a walking encyclopedia, Shruthi-a charming cutie pie, Sumina-the beauty behind the veil cum great singer..Then there is this stunning group of four friends-Swathy-a gentle girl with a sweet voice,Kasthuri-the simple bujikutty,Aneesha- a sweetheart and Devika -the beauty with flowing hair..Most of the times we( shiny and me) could find our seats just behind this four friends-Every evening they settle that day's accounts in a systematic way..Its great fun to watch the treasurer and assistant treasurer smoking their heads out doing the all four numerical operations-More than everything i loved that co-ordination,the bond -the team efforts..Then there is the all cheerful Neethu S (her face so rounded like a full moon) and Thesneem ( do u know in Dubai on which side of road people walk?? ;-),well if u dont know,Thes will answer u)..Then Jojo and krishna - very very active girls,then our Lady rep-Iris and her friends two little manipuri dolls,a very innocent Sneha and her friend Lekshmi SR( who seems to know every malayalam movie name that girls almost always won the dumbcharades-Rumours prevail that Lekshmi spends sleepless nights watching malayalam movies everyday :-0..Well dnt know if its true ;-) )..Then the lovely Jyothi geetha,the' IAS' answering girl Greesha,the little hyperactive and dynamic Sali,A calm and peaceful Aathira, a sweet Jeeja,a good hearted Arsha and a smart Neethu R..Finally the cultural head of the girls,the vibrant Greeshma-who represents the feminine energy and enthusiasm,,,,

Now ,on the boys' side..,i must say they were a very few in number compared to girls but they were amazing..I could never feel the sadness that i hav left my own little brother at home..yes..i got a splendid group of well,around fifteen brothers..That sounds really awesome na? .Maahin- our rep-Commander..God..no,no.."Conander Mahin" thats what we call him..yes,the most amazing leader i have ever met..He just sees that everyone is comfortably placed in bus,even a biscuit he divides in such a way that each one gets a share,he maintains the energy level of bus,sees that everyone participates in every activity,he once unloaded the whole luggage of our bus all by himself in an emergency situation,heeds to any difficulties faced by his bus mates and take steps immediately to solve them,makes sure everyone gets into bus at the right time even when he has to scold some for getting late..-Hats off to his amazing leadership quality...

Hey,,i can hear someone calling"BOYZ..THEME SONG.."..And Thats Nabeel Thaha singing..Bheegi Bheegi si hai raatein...no,no.. its not that sad as u think ,,When he sings

Bheegi Bheegi Si Hai RaatenBheegi Bheegi YaadenBheegi Bheegi Baaten Bheegi Bheegi Aankhon Mein Kaisi Nami Hai

yeah we sing together...i could still hear..yes the chorus

Aa Ha Ha Ha Aa HaAa Ha Ha Ha Aa HaAa Ha Ha Ha

Sapnon Ka Saya Palkon Pe AyaPal Mein Hasaya Pal Mein RulayaPhir Bhi Yeh Kaisi Kami Hai

Aa Ha Ha Ha Aa HaAa Ha Ha Ha Aa HaAa Ha Ha Ha( Na Jaane Koi Kaisi Hai Yeh Zindagaani ZindgaaniHamari Adhuri Kahani)The whole bus springs into music...He is the energy source-The court musician-he sings baa baa blacksheep in the tune of We Will we will Rock you.(we will sing chorus and support him)..and Jhonny Jhonny yes papa in the tune of the malabar song Nenchinullil neeyaanu Faathima...yeah..he is the most important driving force of bus number 4 -its soul ..Behind him all others stayed together and together we rocked..

Okay About other boys in the team,there is the kind hearted Suvin ,Sonu-A great singerThen there is Vineeth ,people call him "puli" meaning leopard,which may be because he is a very active person,Then Chiranjith-a North Indian friend who but speaks in 'malayalam' and a good dancer too,Arun V-Who is nick named 'Koya' in memory of the centre character he played in the tour promotion video,A very innocent and calm duo Vipin and Romy,A very jovial yet a timely helpful friend Abubacker,Then a good friend Anish Joy who bought a sword from Punjab and had to endure a lot of questions about it ..i still remember , all friends were relieved when he said the sword was after all not that sharp and fiery!!!Well though they were a few in number the boys soon got hold of the chain of enthusiasm.Behind Nabeel,they all arranged themselves and unleashed the Never ending Fun of music-Anthakshari( well,boys always had an upper hand in this game as they came up with ol kinda songs),,dumbcharades-Thanks greatly to Lekshmi SR we, girls always were a bit in front..When music was played evryone danced to it's tunes..there were special dances as well-puli dance and titanic dance to name a few.Then there was this dedication session-God knows what fun it was..Nabeel as usual was the leader and his followers too were so active in dedicating songs ..There were roars of laughter..i laughed till tears ran from my eyes.Then there is The 'IAS question' Section.(funny qns section).Oh the questions will puzzle u but the answers.will drive u crazy!!.The one telling the ryt answer will be awarded a biscuit from the Great Mahin bhaiyya..and photo section follows..Yes,there are times you enjoy to the maximum..u know you will never get back them...because some things happen once in a life time and leave memories forever for u to cherish..

I still remember the final speech by Mahin and Iris in our bus -number four and finally we ended the journey by singing "ye dosthi hum naheem chodenge..."..i wonder whether my eyes filled silently...

There are people we meet along our way ,people who become a part of our lives,people who walk away when roads diverge..all kinds..Unknowingly they leave footprints,sweet memories,long lasting friendships...Maybe days fade ,years roll by,...but i believe each one of my friends who journeyed together will forever hold close those beautiful memories.Let God shower his blessings and rays of happiness and hopes in all roads that we tread upon...Yes,there is meeting and parting,loving and missing each other..After all,tell me without these,wat's life? Things get over..journeys end..people part...... Friendship stays..

My Best friend

It was lunch break..I was in our lecture class..15 minutes of free time left before the next hour..My classmates were gradually filling the class room and slowly the silence was being eaten up as they made fun of each other,laughed out loud,sang songs,played songs on mobiles,discussed,debated ,frowned etc..etc...But i could still find some "intelligentia" people with head buried in their books..Their notebooks and pen were ready on the desk as if to welcome the next hour professor..and some people were resting comfortably their head on desk,maybe listening to songs through mobile ear piece...away in their own world..Usually i belong to the latter group but not that day...That day i didnt feel like listening to songs...Sometimes i like to sit alone doing nothing..absolutely nothing..not even like to think of anything too...well, thats strange ryt..

And that was when Shwetha came .".Oh..hello..u dreaming..??" she said in her usual cheerful tone as she unloaded her bag and sat near me.."no,im not ...well,wats there to dream about anyway??" i retorted...
"i want u to answer a question " shwetha said.".okay ,go ahead"..i smiled..She turned a bit serious and then asked "whats the defenition of a best friend?

I dint really expect that question...i simply said..."there is no defenition for a best friend"
i recollected a quote..Some things are never questioned,some questions never have answers,some dreams are buried alive and we call it life..."u mad poetess"..she banged a book on my head and laughed..It was exactly at this point a serious looking professor entered the class room and silence fell evrywhere

i was thinking about my friends...sometimes i feel so thankful to God because wherever i go he gifts me with the most sweetest,loveliest friends..i like to keep a good friendship circle and really love to maintain a few close friends..From K.G to college i have this group of stunning people who love me,care for me,surprise me often with extra ordinary gifts,make fun of me ,celebrate my bday in the most splendid way,encourage me to do things in my own way,inspires me with their good deeds,make me feel special ,admires my poems even when im pretty sure most of these crazy people will run away if they happen to come across poetry!!When i feel sad about something they come up with a hundred ways to make me smile that finally i end up laughing..Most of them are far away,and when we miss each other our thoughts come flying as letters..those awesome pieces of paper carry with it a world of emotions,thoughts,tonnes of fun and barrels of love...I do miss my old friends,but we r happy because we know true friendships can never be broken..and it stands the test of time..After all meeting and parting is the way of life!

And about my new friends in college,they are amazing..There are a few friends whom i wish i could have met earlier..some great talented friends including writers,some sweet innocent dolls,some jovial energetic,fun loving pals,some intelligent yet simple and kindhearted souls and last but not the least..."u listening there??" i was interrupted by shwetha;she poked me with a pen..I returned from my thoughts..the professor was still there...She had drawn a big eye on the board and i felt that eye was staring at me."So as i said the physiology of tear formation is not as simple as you think"..she said in her serious tone.so the subject was ophthalmology. May be she has been teaching us how tears are formed.oh.i missed it..but i know why tears are formed in eyes...and that too is important ryt?

"Hey..u want to really know the defenition of a best friend?".i asked when i held shwethas' hands while we were walking back from college...No,i dont ..she smiled...i realise it cant be defined but then i now know it can be found...

So thats it..back to my thoughts..last but not the least there is someone beyond defenition or descriptions..someone you will always remember and hold close to ur heart,no matter how many years will elapse by and how busy you will be in future with ur hus and kids,someone who can make you happy by doing nothing,someone who simply stands by you when even the world walks away..ur soul -mate..yes..ur best friend...she is my world..well,words cant really define how special she is to me..But still the most splendid quality i see in her is her kind -hearted nature.,helping the poor and the weak,.she thinks logically,she reasons out things,she is always cheerful,optimistic,intelligent,God fearing,..yet a very jovial person who spreads out radiance wherever she goes..And above all she loves me for all my good and bad qualities..i feel .. some of the most beautiful moments of my life are that which we have together spent..maybe pages are required to write about her..but i stop here...

What r u thinking about? shwetha looked at me with suspicion..i thought i will write about my best friend in my next blog.."oh..thats very sweet"..i noticed a twinkle in her eyes.."But how can u say that is sweet..u dnt even know her.".i simply wanted to irritate her..oh..her face fell.."i thought u were going to write about..well,leave it...nothing.."i smiled to myself..but then she wanted to know.."who is she? well,u havnt told me about her.." its a surprise..well,read my blog to find out..i said in a matter of fact tone..

She looked at me a bit seriously and then said..i know who it is..Then she laughed ..yes we laughed the whole way...Best friends are not only awesome ;they are equally mad too...really really crazy..!!!