CAROL NIGHTS 22/12/2008

the second day arrived with all the excitements. we all gathered in the chruch by 5.30 pm.anju too came. it was after a long time me meeting anju philip[she's ma close friend]...we had a walk to my dera savio higher secondary schools and shared all the latest happenings in college , hostel and life....then we enterd to amala where the carol songs practise were goin smoothly.. as i am well confident about my sound i thought not to diturb the singers. but me and anju were caught. shinto brotehr made us to sit along with them and we to started moving our vocal cords..."jingle beels jingle bells......." and so on..
after some time fr. emmanual entered the hall.he has got a superb voice and he took incharge of carol song practise. oh my gosh.. how will i get over now?

CAROL NIGHTS 21/12/2008 5.30 PM

another xmas arrives with lots of excitements joy and happiness.
so my carol days beginns with kcym. i love being a kcym member of Devagiri, my dear parish..its just as my life and i enjoy being there with my friends. reached devagiri by around 5.30 pm and we were informed that we should urgently organise a carol to amalabhavan. actually we met there to practise for the next days carol night.

പ്രണയിനി

"നിങ്ങളുടെ ജീവിതത്തിന്‌ ബെല്ലും ബ്രേക്കും......." എഫ് . എം റേഡിയോ യിലൂടെ ആരോ വിളിച്ചുക്കൂവുന്നു ..

"ഇനി എത്ര നാള്‍ ?" രാമന്‍ നായരുടെ ജീവിതത്തിന്ന് ബെല്ലും ബ്രേക്കും നല്‍കിയ തന്‍റെ പ്രിയപ്പെട്ട ലക്ഷ്മിയെ ഒന്നു തലോടാന്‍ അയാള്‍ കൊതിച്ചു . ഒരു ജീവിതകാലം മുഴുവന്‍ നീക്കിവെച്ചതാണ്‌ . തനിക്ക് അന്നം തന്ന ലക്ഷ്മിയോടുള്ള പ്രണയത്തില്‍ .

ധാരിധ്ര്യത്തിന്റെ കൂരമ്പുകള്‍ തറച്ചു കയറിയതിന്റെ നീറ്റല്‍ ശരീരത്തെ കാര്‍ന്നു തിന്നുന്നു . അതിനെ ചെറുക്കാന്‍ യൗവനത്തിന്റെ ചോരത്തിളപ്പ് ശക്തി പകരുന്നു . അന്ന് ലഭിച്ചതാണ് ലക്ഷ്മിദേവിയെപോലെ.......ബസ്സിന്‍റെ ചാവി കരങ്ങളില്‍ സ്പര്‍ശിച്ചപ്പോള്‍ രാമന്‍റെ കണ്ണുകളില്‍ നിന്നും അശ്രുബിന്ദുക്കള്‍ പൊഴിഞ്ഞു ." രാമാ ...നിന്നെ വിശ്വസിച്ചു ഏല്‍പ്പിക്കയാണ് " ശേഖരന്‍ മുതലാളിയുടെ വാക്കുകലോടുള്ള വിശ്വാസം രാമന്‍ നായര്‍ ഇതുവരെ നഷ്ട്ടപെടുത്തിയിട്ടില്ല.

ബസ്സിനു പേരിട്ടതും രാമന്‍ തന്നെ ."ലക്ഷ്മി" .

hostel life

"EID MUBARACK".let this day bring all of u cheerness.

but i feel a bit sad...because i have to leave to my hostel from home today afternoon. hmmmmm
i like to be here... but its fun with friends in hostel and college. with my close friends there...me ,Megha, Deepa ,Carmin & Alaka in my room( room no.10) and Reni, Mariya,Jipsy,Preeji,Sonima( room no.9) and all in romm no 11 with a study hall with a rectangle table in middle. it has got luck to be our dinig table of snacks. yummy... when being in hostel u seems hungry always.......and the delicious memories of homely dishes..... at times u find jeena(jj) and tinu(tcj) along with us. we spend there in our small heaven( our room i meant) with the rhythm of guitar by manichan, tunes of melodies frm josootti( kankal irundal un kankal irundal)......depends and cute malayalam of our premettan......

oho THIS IS CRAZYYYYYYYYYY

hey its almost 2.00pm. and i am still in the college net lab. its my first experience to enter my blog from the college lab. hurray!!!!!! i was really sad because i couldnt writeany thing in my blog for few days. now i am really happy and gone crazyyyyyyy.............

today was really a lucky day for me. thats y i got good grade in my mechanical lab work. and could open my blog....

oho its too late and time for me to leave.....next it is the sleepy hours.......so gud nite dear friends............

about me

CRazy WiTh mY ThoUgHtS
aMIcaBLE & JaBbeR
cOOl but SensItIve
RoMantIc & AdveNtuREOus
SiMple AS LoVe & CaRing
I am 1 aMg U but I am nOt like U.
" uNIqUe & StYlish in My oWn Way"

whom u can trust?

its none other than GOD whom u can trust. none else will keep up ur belief

REVIEW OF POEM

MIDDLE AGE
_Kamala Das

Middle age which speaks of the dismal stage of a mother whose love is rejected by her son is written by Kamala Das, now known Kamala Surayya.

When children especially boys grow and ‘emerge in harsh glory’ they hardly need the company of their mother. They share thoughts with friends and the poet compares the adolescent stage to pupae, with it startlingly beautiful image, bursting. Through this the poet could clearly express the harsh realities of adolescence. But the sensitive woman couldn’t ear the neglect. To her, motherhood is a part of her feminine itself that yearns for love and its fulfillment. The mother worries that her role in his life has been restricted to ironing sons clothes making him food etc.

LET THE FIGHT GO ON

‘Let the fight go on’
You may wonder why I said so

Scarlet minivet spread its wings,
I just went for an easy walk.

My quarrelsome friends were on the street,
To join their hearts I went to them.

One lost money and blamed the other
Matter so silly, I will solve in seconds

Took my purse,’ here is your money’
Sudden I got a slap on face

World just had an extra turn
I was accused as the cunning thief

All I tried was to make all one
But I lost my prestige, how shame!

Now I don’t want any fight to end
Let it go on, I will be safe.

SAVIOUR

Jack groaned in pain. He glared at the wide ground in vexation. A relief came to his mind. “Hope that today those naughty boys won’t disturb me. How can the demeanor of children be so rude? I was always man’s true servant and is this the reward for me?

Jack tried to move but couldn’t. Yesterday the naughty boys of the street had beaten him so harshly. Jack swooned with pain. When he felt conscious he realized the truth that the boys had slaughtered his long tail.

“Hey guys, here is the dirty creature”. Before jack could do anything, a sharp stone hit his head. He tried to run away. As more he tried, blood oozed from his deep wounds. All his struggles were in vain.

“My death has come”. Jack slowly closed his eyes.

HOW TO MAKE LIFE A LAMP??

Our LIFE is an open book to all. It’s upon us to make this life’s book vibrant and enthusiastic or dull and dark. So let me come to my point about the small lessons that we should learn in life to make it a lightening lamp.

Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good or ad luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests, if they be events, illnesses or relationships, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere.

ENCHANTING LADY

I often meet a LADY, if we can compare a ground to a beautiful lady; yes a lady! It’s a big wide ground with helipads in its centre. She is covered by the nature’s greenery whom I meet on my way to school.

Early in the morning she looks gloomy covered with snow. Dew drops stick to her green silk, like shinining crystals when suns calm rays falls on it. Puppies and dogs have a grand sleep in her laps reminding us not to disturb them. During rainy days, the completely water filled is made as a lake by children. Actually the place was a lake, converted to a ground. My dear CHIRA. Even now surveys are done there. When the dark sky showers rain on her I feel sad remembering her past. Even have I felt her grievances.

The red hot sun makes her skin dry and parches appears on her body. At evening all boys and elder ones staying near the ground meet to play in her. I too wished if I were a boy feeling her serenity.

DRAMATISATION:beginning

‘DRAMA’ is my passion, my life and I really enjoy when I work with a PLAY. There was a day when I acted for the first time, a day when I was in 7th standard. It was my long cherished desire to be in the school drama team and the first step for it was to act in youth festival. Students were selecting the actors and I was chosen. I wasn’t nervous or tensed but enjoyed its rehearsals bunking classes .the theme of our drama was against drug addiction. Alas! Since it’s was a girls school, the male character was given to me.
The day was getting nearer. The night just before the DAY was sleepless. With the excitement filled in heart. I was preparing the whole night. Was dreaming my performance. I am going to perform before a great audience.

AND THE AWAITING DAY ARRIVED!!!!!!!!


The show started and everything went smooth till I came to be alone in the stage. My eyes desperately searched for my parents. And struck at my mothers smiling face. Oh! All just happened a sudden. Responding, a charming curve was given to my lips. what to do? I then got an idea and I acted a reading a newspaper still I could control my acting. The curtain fell announcing the 2nd prize for us. That was the beginning of my drama life, spreading the wings of my talents.

DREAMS DREAMS THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!!!!

“Hey, what is your dream in life?”

I do ask myself in moments when I relax which makes me an ALICE in WONDERLAND!

I do have many dreams in my life. Many professions to become. Others may tell that I must be firm in one dream. But I do dream a lot……….

I really desired to be an ASTRONAUT when I was small. Touching the stars, stealing that crescent moon to make a bed for me, printing my own foot steps on the Milky Way. I watched and read articles about astronauts and rocket launching with great curiosity. When after a jet plane pass through the sky, leaving the fog make by the burning of its fuel, I used to look it so long till it disappears from the blue sky.as time elapsed my dreams too changed.

I then wanted to be a JOURNALIST. I wanted to expose to the world the truth, the reality that strucks the human kinds. I wanted to raise my voice against the idiotic customs, discriminations and increasing crimes.to flow with literature, dive deep in the ocean of words. But my parents were against my this wish. They weren’t ready to take a risk with my life.

I have kept myself in a world of FASHION designed the little designer in me. fairies with fabulous costumes in undeafetable trend. unfortunately here too I am unable to go with my dreams. Can u guess why?

Then which will I do?i was confused and there arised the light of love care and service which was in a sleep in my hearts deep core which wasn’t recognized by me till then. YES. I aspire to become a renowned CARDIAC SURGEON.that wasn’t a flinching aim.it is was my strong determination . I might have got inspiration from my mother who works as a head nurse and the childhood days me spend with her in the hospital vestibules with her.or may be from my father who initiate to give morsal to suppress the hunger of patients trough st.Vincent de Paul society.

Do I have the ability to achieve such a great honourable profession? Yes. I do have a mentality to serve others, console them. I choose this not to be fame, but to do a charitable work…to get self satisfaction in what I does. As a doctor I can heal my patient’s heart’s pain along with their physical pains.and I do have my whole family support. I want a secure life with joys of family around.

Every day I pass near medical college hospitals which inspire me more and more.to be a doctor is now more and more competitive and I had to work to my best. I wanted to thank my parents who supported me in all ways, by presenting my “steth”to them, hearing their heartbeats of never ending joy through it.

But now. At present I joined for ENGINEERING. There was no idea of doing engineering in my mind till then even though I wished to do MBA later in my life.Hey, I can’t believe that I am going to be an engineering student!

May be you wonder why I enter such a thing. I will tell you. I couldn’t get the highest rank to get a seat for MBBS. And I am a person who wants to get something in my first chance. I don’t like to give up another one. And may be fortunate or unfortunate I got for engineering. This is how GOD plays his tricks! HAHA! May be this is the profession that THE DIRECTOR OF LIFE decided to give me when he gave me a role to act in this world. I do now recognize that GOD always has kept some goal for us. May be the way to attain that destination is different. Some reach it soon, but for some it takes time to understand what is to be attained. It’s really CURIOUS! However ultimately each of us will be given that what was decided earlier. BUT. There is a ‘but’. We should try our level best. Don’t leave it saying “oh why should I try? If it’s for me I will get” its utter stupidity. It doesn’t matter that we get, what we tried, or don’t get; it’s our duty to try and try. Work hard. If it’s not done then sometimes the GOD won’t give us even what he wish to present. Okay? Okay!

Now I do dream again in this way. After my B.TECH I would like to take MBA from abroad. So I should be more alert and active. I shall give up my laziness. I can’t predict would I be able to do it or not. But I can dream and try for it! You dream a lot so that you will achieve one!!!!

I do dream this too. After I become self reliant I can get some of the wishes I had. I can then explore the world and space, live with words, expose my creative talents, add colors according to my imaginations, light the lamp of service in this hectic world in some other way, all with my this single life!!!!!!!!!!

WHERE THERE IS A WILL THERE IS A WAY!

Nothing can then obstruct me other than GOD. What he decides we get that. But as a human I can dream. The gift that the SUPERNATURAL POWER presented human.

So I have DREAMS DREAMS THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!!!!!

ആല്‍ബം

"ഇന്നു പോണോ?"
"ഉം . പോണം . ഹെഡ് ഓഫീസര്‍ വരുന്ന ദിവസമാണ് .പോയില്ലെങ്കില്‍ കുഴപ്പമാകും."

"എന്നാലും മീര ........."

"സാരമില്ല നീരജ്. രാത്രി എട്ടവുംബോഴേക്കും ഞാന്‍ എത്തില്ലേ .പാര്‍ട്ടി തല്ക്കാലം നാളെയാക്കാം. ചുറ്റിയടിക്കാന്‍ രാത്രി പോകാം ."

"താതന്റെ ഇഷ്ടം . എനിക്കിന്ന് നോ ഓഫീസ് !നോ വര്‍ക്ക്!"

"ഇതെന്റെ സമ്മാനം ! ഈ വിവാഹസുദിനത്തിന്റെ ഓര്‍മ്മയ്ക്ക്‌ !"

മീര നീരജിനും വാവച്ചിക്കും മുത്തങ്ങള്‍ നല്കി .മനം നിറയെ സന്തോഷവും ചുണ്ടില്‍ ഒരു ചെറുമന്ദഹാസവുമായി അവള്‍ ജോലിക്ക് പോയി .
വാവാച്ചി തന്റെ പതിവുള്ള ഉച്ചഉറക്കത്തില്‍ ആണ് . നീരജ് ആല്‍ബമെടുത്തു. ആ ആല്‍ബം ഒരു കഥയാണ് .നീരജും മീരയും ഒന്നായ കഥ!

മുംബൈയിലെ പ്രശസ്തമായ പത്രത്തിലെ ഫോട്ടോഗ്രാഫര്‍ ആണ് നീരജ്.
2003 മാര്‍ച്ച് 12. മൂളുണ്ട് റെയില്‍വേ സ്റ്റേഷനില്‍ ലോക്കല്‍ ട്രെയിനിലെ .കംപാര്‍ട്ടുമെന്റില്‍ സ്ഫോടനം.
ചിതറിക്കിടക്കുന്ന ശവങ്ങള്‍. അര്‍ദ്ധപ്രാണന്‍ വഹിക്കുന്ന ശരീരങ്ങള്‍. അലമുറയിട്ടു കരയുന്നവര്‍. രക്ഷാപ്രവര്‍ത്തനങ്ങള്‍ .

ക്യാമറ ഫോക്സ് ചെയ്തു എത്തിയത് മുഖം പൊത്തി വിതുമ്പുന്ന യുവതിയിലാണ് .അച്ഛനും അമ്മയും മീരയും ഒരു യാത്ര തുടങ്ങുകയായിരുന്നു .എന്നാല്‍ മീരയെ തനിച്ചാക്കി അവര്‍ മാത്രം യാത്രയായി .ആരും ശല്യപെടുത്താത്ത , ഈശ്വര സന്നിധിയിലേക്കുള്ള ഒരു തീര്താടനത്ത്തിന്നായി .
അങ്ങനെ കണ്ടു .പരിചയപെട്ടു. തനിക്കൊരു തണലും സാന്ത്വനവുമായി മാറിയ യുവാവിനു സ്വയം സമര്‍പ്പിച്ചു മീര .

പുതിയ അതിഥി!'വാവാച്ചി' നിനക്കു സ്വാഗതം !

ഇന്നിയും താളുകള്‍ ബാക്കി . അനവധി . സുഖമുള്ള ജീവിത കഥ തുടര്‍ന്ന് മൊഴിയാന്‍.

സമയം 6.26pm .ഫോണ്‍ ചിലച്ചു ."മഹിം സ്റ്റേഷനില്‍ സ്ഫോടനം . സബര്‍ബന്‍ ട്രെയിന്‍ തകര്ന്നു. ഉടന്‍ വരണം ."

ഈശ്വരാ വീണ്ടും .

"ശുഭ ദീദി ബെട്ടെക്കോ ഖയാന്‍ രേഖ്നാ "

തന്റെ ആത്മമിത്രമായ ക്യാമറ തോളിലിട്ടു നീരജ് പുറപ്പെട്ടു.അതിവേഗത്തില്‍. സമയം 7.00pm . മഹിം.

അതിശക്തമായ സ്ഫോടനത്തില്‍ സ്റ്റേന്റെ മേല്‍കൂര തകര്‍ന്നിടിഞ്ഞിരിക്കുന്നു. ഭഗവാന്‍ കനിഞ്ഞു നല്കിയ ജീവനും കൊണ്ടു ഓടി രക്ഷപെടുന്നവര്‍. അന്തരീക്ഷത്തില്‍ ചോരയുടെ രൂക്ഷഗന്ധവും ഭീതിയും കെട്ടടങ്ങിയ വിസ്ഫോടനത്തിന്റെ പുകയും മാത്രം. എല്ലാം തകര്‍ന്നവരെ പോലെ തങ്ങളെ വിട്ടുപോയ പ്രിയപ്പെട്ടവരുടെ ശരീരങ്ങല്‍ക്കരിക്കില്‍ മരവിചിരിക്കുന്നവര്‍ . എത്ര ഹൃദയ ഭേദകമായ കാഴ്ച .

"എന്നാല്‍ തനിക്കിത് പരിച്ചയമായിരിക്കുന്നു."

നീരജ് ക്യാമറ തുറന്നു. ഫോക്സ് ചെയ്തു . എത്തിയത് രക്തത്തില്‍ കുതിര്‍ന്നു പാതി കരിഞ്ഞ ശരീരത്തില്‍.
ഒന്നു ഞെട്ടി ! തകര്‍ന്നുപോയി .

"മീര . നീ. പ്രതീക്ഷിച്ചില്ല . ഒട്ടും!"

ഹെഡ് ഓഫീസറുടെ ചെക്കിംഗ് നേരത്തെ കഴിഞ്ഞതുകൊണ്ട്‌ കിട്ടിയ ട്രെയിനില്‍ വീട്ടിലേക്ക് മടങ്ങുകയായിരുന്നു. ഏറെ പ്രതീക്ഷകളോടെ . ഹൃദയം നിറയെ സ്നേഹവുമായി.
ഒരു സ്ഫോടനം ! എല്ലാം കവര്‍ന്നെടുത്തു .

"എനിക്കായി നീ തന്ന സമ്മാനം . നിന്റെ ഓര്‍മയ്ക്കായി ........എല്ലാം മുന്ക്കൂട്ടികണ്ട് ?"

നീരജ് തന്റെ പ്രിയതമയുടെ ദേഹം മാറോടുചേര്ത്തു . ചോര ഒഴുകുന്ന മൂര്‍ധാവില്‍ ചുംബിച്ചു. അവസാനമായി.

കാറ്റില്‍ ആല്‍ബത്തിലെ താളുകള്‍ മറിഞ്ഞുകൊണ്ടിരിന്നു . ഇരുള്‍ വീണു എല്ലാം ശൂന്യം.

THE LIGHT HAS GONE

This is a poem about a widow whom i know well, whos only son was dead by an accident. her hope was in him and he went away even without a goodbye.

THE LIGHT HAS GONE

Tears dripped from mothers eyes,
As pearls raining.
Made the face wet,
With innocence and peace.

Her wishes were hidden
In the shadow of darkness.
As the sun is hidden
By the clouds of night.

No one could console her,
Their words or love.
But, one thing can!
That went far away.

She was blind to see those came,
Dump to arise her grievence.
Sight of the abcissed flower,
Made a crack in heart.

"My light has gone,
Leaving me alone
Darkness is my life
Empty is my soul.

Oh! dear son,
Here is the real dead
Worth nothing
If you are no more."

The whisper of her heart,
To her body's part,
Stolen from her,
To the Almighty.

പാവക്കൂത്ത്

"പേര്?"

"മായ"

"അലട്ടുന്ന പ്രശ്നം?"

"അത് ...............അറിയില്ല"ഇടയ്ക്ക് വെച്ചു മുറിയുന്ന ഉത്തരങ്ങള്‍ ,അവ ചികഞ്ഞെടുക്കാന്‍ പിന്‍നെ ചോധ്യശരങ്ങളായി . അതിന്റെ കൂര്‍ത്തമുനകള്‍ 'മായ'യുടെ പ്രശ്നങ്ങളെ അവളുടെ മുന്നിലേക്ക് തറച്ചിട്ടു .

ഇങ്ങനെ വിധിയുടെ കളിപാവകളായി എത്രയോ 'മായ'മാര്‍ ദിനവും അനുരുദ്ധയുടെ പക്കലെക്ക് വരുന്നു . ഏവര്‍ക്കും ആശ്വാസവച്ചനമായി ,മനസ്സിന്‍റെ ചാപല്യങ്ങളെ നേരിടാന്‍ അവളുടെ മധുരഭാഷണം മാറുന്നു .



അനുരുദ്ധ . നഗരത്തിലെ തിരക്കേറിയ കൌണ്സെലെര്‍ .ഹൃത്തടെതെ കുത്തിനോവിക്കുന്ന പ്രശനങ്ങള്‍ പന്കുവേയ്ക്കാനുള്ള പുരിയിലെ ഏക വ്യക്തി .ആധുനിക ലോകത്തിന്‍റെ സൃഷ്ട്ടി !



പ്രകൃതി പഴയതു ഉരിഞ്ഞുമാറ്റി നവീനമായത് അണിഞ്ഞുകൊണ്ടിരിക്കുന്നു . ചടുലമായ ലോകത്തിന്‍റെ നൂലാമാലകളില്‍ പെട്ടവശരാകുന്ന അനേകായിരം മനുജരുടെ പ്രേശ്നപട്ടികകള്‍ കൊണ്ടു അനുരുദ്ധയുടെ ഓഫീസ്ഉം , മനസ്സും ,ജീവിതവും നിറഞ്ഞു .യാന്ത്രികമായി മാറിയ വാക്കുകളില്‍
ആ അധരങ്ങളില്‍ നിന്നും പുറപ്പെട്ടു . ഒരു ടേപ്പ് രികര്ടെരില്‍ നിന്നെന്ന പോലെ !


kanamarayaththu poyi asthamikkunna sooryane നോക്കി അവള്‍ അസൂയപെട്ടു . മടുപ്പിന്റെ വിഴുപ്പുഭാരം മനസിനെ കാര്ര്‍ന്നു തിന്നുകയാണ് . 'ഇതൊന്നിര്രക്കി വെയ്ക്കാന്‍ കഴിഞ്ഞെന്കില്‍ '. ആത്മാവിന്റെ ദീനരോധനം ഒരു നിശ്വാസം പോലെ ഗമിച്ചു . കടലിനെ തലോടിയുരക്കുന്ന മന്ധസമീരന്റെ സ്പര്‍ശനം കുളിര്‍ ചോരിഞ്ഞോ , ആവോ?



"പേര്?"

"അനുരുദ്ധ"

"പ്രശ്നം?"

"എന്റെ പ്രശ്നം ......പ്രശ്നം ........... അറിയില്ല "


ഉത്തരമില്ലാതെ അനുരുദ്ധ കുഴങ്ങി.


vidhiyude പാവക്കൂത്ത് !

VEHEMENT OF MY HEART

I don't want the flower carpet
Or the waving pine tips!
Wishes for a true friendship
The bond beyond love of souls!

I was led to the world of light,
From the darkness of loneliness by him.
A ravishing relation that controlled heart
Began slowly, we realized!

I wished to be hallowed by friendship,
By my rangy friend.
I enjoyed its nectar and rainbow colours
Our endearment was really different!

The crooked world murmured
The hills and mountains echoed,
"He is my valentine"-the sully in our friendship;
The rumours were shunned by me.

But, my sincerity was questioned by him,
It was taken as love of souls,
A feel that is controlled by heart;
We entered a skirmish which still lasts.

That tomahawk broked our relation.
The tear dripped is silently moving;
Who now can heal the deep wound?
Except the one who is far from me.

Hark to this the 'hectic world',
At least you my dear friend,
"It was the yellow roses bloomed;
not the red ones; in my garden."

THE BEGINNING

“The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”

Dear friend,
Before completing my journey in life, let me try to write the travelogue of my way to you. Oh I didn’t introduce me na?
Ok.
I am SHAMLIN SUNNY

Well I know the name won’t give an idea about me. So let me start a deep description about me.

My birth ------- it was a great event, only because it was mine. The event happened on 27th February 1991 at 9.30am under the star Pisces. Hey do you know the gulf war that was threatening the world just had a defeating end just before my birth. So I am proud and I myself give me the position as the ‘AMBASSIDER OF PEACE’. You may think that, why a silly girl posses much about the end of war. I will explain. My dad was working in a shop in gulf and the war brought him a life almost like in the jail in his small air tight room. No job, no peace. And his bad condition made my mom too nervous. She was so afraid about my father that her health went weak. She was affected by jaundice and all were anxious about my birth. At last, giving relief to all worries I breath the cool (it was not so cool inside the hospital) air of this world of wonders. The first news my mom heard after getting her conscious back is the end of war. Now is there any one to argue that, it was not the correct action taken by this caesarian girl????

Well while all were just giving ear to my sweat cry, my grandma noticed that I only opened my one eye. Something fishy!!!!I born by giving site to dr. sekahran (he caesarianed me). Oops……. She screamed as the world went upside down as “my child doesn’t have vision”. Thank God that my mom didn’t felt unconscious. After a few second I opened my eye to enjoy the beauty of this earth making myself lucky ;) . But it doesn’t have any bad effects in my vision (its 6/6). Superb! Thus i entered this world to meet many.