Ohoho..Look at this!

Attempting a new look for Ensemble...[:D]
And recording it with this small entry...

This is my silence; it seems like a loud point made…
It is a broken wall, but I feel I am not responsible for mending it…
A silent stroke, but agony is written over it …
Withered petals, drooped leaves, and a single tear that shines on my cheek…

Questions, ward off from my inquisitive mind…
Concerns, drain off from my flooded thoughts…
Agony, don’t prick me any longer…
Vengeance, I don’t want to pay any coin back….

Surging waves, splash and take off all that I want to forget…
Soothing breeze, kiss the broken area of my heart…
Keshav’s smile, embalm my spirits…
God’s hand, touch upon my soul…

Faith, help me endure struggles…
Prayer, ring the divine in my ears…
Hope, help me see the brighter side of life…
Love, understand the ones for whom it pains more than me…!

Mixed feelings

These thought trains are captured in the gap of an hour...

Dear Woe, Tell me, why do you follow me?
Haven't I been optimistic enough?
Haven't I struggled and achieved things that all thought I would never even attempt?
Haven't I "exceeded expectations and set new benchmarks"?

But still it seems that pranks are always played on me...
The smart Reshmi is always the one whose heart is going to be targeted, hit and broken...
Why did I take up so much responsibility (and that too willingly!)?
Why couldn't I be a little selfish?
Why do I ask myself all these "whys" after things flop big time?
Why do I always justify everyone else and find that finger needs to be pointed always @ me? (every time!)

I am only 25 years. Am I more mature than my age?
Am I capable of doing more than my peers?
Does being a wife and mother mean that I am a daughter any longer?

Why times change?
Why distress comes?
Why anger and revenge?
Why meanness?

Why not gratitude?
Why not regard and respect?
Why not understanding?

Sentiment is a stupid cloud that is hovering over my head now. I thought a rain of tears would do me fine. But then I forgot that this is monsoon, and "Sentiment" clouds are spreading on the sky after every rain.

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Dear Little Buds, you have blossomed. Its no longer your safe zone on the stem, nourished by the parent plant. This is your test for you are going to be a part of a bouquet. Be fresh and smart so that you make way to the finest and rarest of bouquets. You have got it in you to make a mark and secure your place and identity on the bouquet. The bouquet has to be valued and remembered for you.

I quote " Go kiss the world. Good luck and Godspeed."

The happy smiley is addressed to Punnan and Kunju as they step out to their next moves.

Back...!

It has been reaaaaalllly long time. I wonder where my expression went - It was one of the most happy and happening times in my life, but somehow I could not make time and space to capture all those to words.

Well pals (I am wondering if there is really any of you who still browse thru to find out if I have posted something!), I am back. I cannot say "back with a bang". "Bang" and Reshmi don't come together now coz Reshmi is now the proud mother of Keshav (3 months) and mothers and "bang" are ols enemies. So thatz the latest from my end. Nowadays I find my expression in the lullabies I create on a daily basis and the new chweet, slimy language in which I talk to Keshu.

Lots to write about - from Keshu to Salomi (our most recent domestic help) to the nameless young boy gardeners who spread blossoms on Sarjapur Road. Probably the best character to narrate about will be myself considering the drastic transition motherhood has brought to my feelings..

This is just a preface, will be back on this page with more...!

"People always ask me why I write gross stuff...I tell them that I have the heart of a small boy and I keep it in a jar on my desk."
- Stephen King

This quote has stayed in my mind since the time I spotted it in a Reader's Digest issue. Made me think of the only work of the author that I have read - the old gypsy man's curse to make the sinner THINNER...King of Allegory in the shrouds of mystery...

BIG MAN OF SATYAM

Always had a thousand things in mind as to what all I would say/ask and do, if I would ever meet
the Big Boss Ramalinga Raju...
Have lot of finished/unfinished drafts in my mailbox addressed to HIM...
N today from the pantry on the 1st floor was lucky enough to get a glimpse of the BIG MAN OF SATYAM accompanying some clients...A group of us had our hawk - eyes fixed on HIM...There was surprise, excitement and I should say there were some disdainful utterings too...:)

But finally the thoughts that beat me are
> A small man in the backdrop of the large empire he has built...
> If I have so much of pride about my SDC, how much will the creater-cum-funder-cum-owner feel...
> Big visions create big business...big business creates big money, big fame, big ties, bigger jobs and oppurtunities...
> In spite of so-many-bitter-thoughts-in-mind, there was an "awe" still to greet THE MAN...
> Can find thousands of things to complain about, but a moment to think about the foresight, struggle and perserverence that must have gone into building a business empire...n equally the struggle to maintain and nourish it...

SIR, I should say that "fleeting glimpse" of YOU was wonderful and thought provoking...:)

Main Snap Courtesy : A colleague...:)

Gulmohar Ka Pedh

Captured this beautiful red inflorescence outside Friends Restaurant in BTM...It brought some old forgotten lessons of school days back to my mind...Gulmohar Ka Pedh...Itz also called May Flower (courtesy my roomie:))...

Remember reading the famous article "3 days to see" by Hellen Keller...Wonderful if we could capture beauty of nature to the canvas of our mind, if we could play over the pitter-patter of rain, whistling of wind, hum of bees, song of birds to ourselves over and over again, have a window in our mind which opens to the priceless feast of light n sound that nature arranges..:)..

Blossoms

Missed the 6 pm shuttle from SDC (Satyam Development Center) on Thursday... Since I had hurriedly told goodbyes to friends and rushed out to catch the bus, I felt a bit embarrassed returning back in the same speed:-)…So took a small stroll around the campus…After the evening rains, the weather was cloudy, with a slight cool breeze…Sat on one of the wooden benches in the campus and felt a soothing sense of calm descending on my mind…Jus walked around the campus taking some snaps before I went back to my cabin…And I captured this beautiful blossom…

Guided by instincts...!

Feels like I have started blogging one fine day without any sorts of introductions...Blogging had never been on my agenda...I used to definitely read and enjoy my friends' blogs...Curiosity brought me here...I was curious to see how much of bitterness and resentment blogging can take away from me, whether it will increase my perseverance, add to my linguistic ability, organize my thoughts, re-open the gates to the world of words which is my inheritance...

Already put up 2 posts...There is a side of me which tells me to wait and see how many people will discover my blog by their own...But the publicity savvy, attention seeking "Reshmi" is teeming to call friends and tell them that this is my blog...Don't know which line of thought is going to win...Most probably the second one...;-)...coz as an individual, I'm quite a demanding one...

It was on instinct that I created this personal place for myself...Hope I can hold it close to my thoughts as I plan to...