Should I or Shouldn’t I

I turned on my side to stay cuddled to Shyam. I asked him the same question again,”Shyam, Should I or Shouldn’t I “.I get to hear only a slight hmmm from him. This position of mine made me visualize the sweet reassuring smile of him even in his sleep. The same smile which made me have a second look at him even the very first instant I met him. The same smile which assured me before he went on to convince our parents, the same smile which ruled over my fear when we tied the nuptial knot.

Feeling the confines of his warmth, I start wondering how the magic of Shyam was bestowed on me. It all started 2 years back when I went on to work for a team in a new workplace far from my stay to which I can never imagine to drive. Cursing my manager for moving me to a team for a while which is completely new to me, I sat by the window seat of my office bus. Suddenly I heard a soft but deep male voice gesturing me to move my belonging so that he could take the seat next to me. Mesmerized by the magnificence of the voice, I almost dropped the book in my hand. With a gentle smile he bent down and handed John Grisham’s “THE INNOCENT MAN” to me. I could not stop wondering if this man is an innocent man as his smile echoes. I chuckled again at the thought of how I was drooling when I first saw him. Was it his smiling face held high in my favorite dark blue shirt? The slightest movement in me made Shyam tugging me closer to him.

It became a routine for us to sit close by every other day thereafter which started with a gentle head shake assuring the presence, proceeding to good morning wish, helping each other board bus on time later on to discussions about our job which grew to extents of mutually waiting to board bus based on work schedules. It never took us so long to realize that there was something beyond friendship happening between us. It was a wonderful feeling I had in my life realizing that there was someone close to my heart to whom I could blurt out whatever crap I think, who sensed slightest of my emotions and attended to it with utmost sensuality, on whom I was so possessive, mad and emotional about. My heart skipped beat if I missed every instant when I try reaching out to him and could not. There had been times when we went on arguing long , but long enough sensing the need to give importance to mutual feelings ,we ended up accepting what the other had suggested. Moments which still make me to relive them contentfully yet again.

“Enough of day dreaming sweetheart .It time for us to get ready to office” I hear Shyam whisper gently in my ears. Such simple acts of him make me crazy about him. I still wonder how like a magician he is able to revitalize all senses of mine drawing my attention only to him. As I carry out my daily chores I remember how I had blurted out to him during our earlier days “Shyam do you realize how you drive me crazy?” He gently pulled me towards him looking through my eyes and ended up saying “Aishu, you give words to your feeling but I relish believing it dear!”

Since the day I have been closer to Shyam, I have look forward to him for any major decision. Though I was so close to my parents I never gathered enough confidence to explain to them about Shyam. I feared that I could not take rejection from them in any form concerning me and Shyam. It was he who again gave me enough confidence and made me open up to them and make them understand what I actually felt. God bless everything worked out fine and we were blessed to take up the journey of life together. It was with this thought I had asked Shyam yesterday about his views on the suggestion by geetha. But I never could understand what he really felt. His face was impassive and the look in his eyes never conveyed anything to me as it usually does. First time since I met Shyam, I felt a sudden chill rise in my stomach. He was so alien to me.

With racing thoughts in my mind, I had been getting ready to work just like a robot. A word was never uttered in reply to my question except the hmmm. Silence between us was relished many a times but this silence was quite haunting. An air of uneasiness was passing which made it more difficult to handle. I felt like screaming at top of my voice “Shyam please end this. I could not take more. Say yes or no. Let us not proceed any further like this. It hurts badly. It hurts deeply.”

Silently he had his breakfast and when he was about to leave picking up his laptop bag he turned around to look at me. My face being an absolute reflex of my mind relayed my thoughts to him. He opened up his hands and gave the same reassuring smile. What more could I ask for? I ran to the warm confines of his arms and held him close to me. He immersed his head the crook of my neck and made me feel his warm breath which conveyed his love for me. Sensing my tears, Gently pressing his lips against my forehead his voice was sounding like a velvet cloth rubbing its softness against me, “Aishu Sorry dear It took me so long to reply to you but I wanted it to sound convincing .“I stopped him mid way and asked him “So you found a reply convincing enough for me is it now tell me Should I or Shouldn’t I “.

Drawing me closer to him he looked me into my eyes, an act which generally conveys thousands in an instant, he said “Aishu, you generally blog on varied topics, write stories be it of any genre but why should you write our own story? Let others be aware of the one liner You and I met, became friends, shared interests in common, fell in love and got married. Why give them every specifics of it as a story? Even though your words would convey the apt feelings I don’t think ours should be a story to be blogged because,”

“Because” I ask provocatively unable to hide my curiosity. Smiling though his eyes he replied “Because stories have a start and an end ours can never have an end. You and I will love each other forever!” Wanting to show my jubilation I hugged him closer radiating my feelings and I could in turn comprehend the reciprocation from Shyam too!

P.S: This Story is dedicated to my dear blogger friends who are together stepping into a new phase of life! Wishing them to have the permanent Masks of joy experiencing Ecstasy re-lived moments.

கோலங்கள்

என்னங்க எல்லாரும் எப்படி இருக்கீங்க ?? இனிய புத்தாண்டு நல்வாழ்த்துக்கள் !

என்னடா ஏதோ சீரியல் தலைப்பை போட்டு மொக்கையான்னு நினைக்காதீங்க . இது ஒரு ‘Character Analysis” போன்ற முயற்சி. (ஹை என்ன ரொம்ப நாளா காணோம்னு கேட்டா இப்படி தொடருக்காக “Character Observation”-ன்னு சமாளிக்கலாம் போல ;) )

நம்மை சுத்தி நிறைய மக்கள் இருக்காங்க ஒவ்வொருத்தரும் ஒரு விதம். கோலங்கள் பல விதம் போல மனிதர்களும்,பல விதமான குணங்களை கொண்டவர்கள் தான் இல்லியா. ஒரு சில சம்பங்கள் அதில சில விதமான மனிதர்களின் நினைவை நமக்குள்ளே எப்பவுமே தங்க வைக்கும்.

சிலர் ஒவ்வொரு இன்ஸ்டன்ஸ– ல பிஹேவ் பண்ணது நம்மை மிக கவர்ந்திருக்கும். அப்படி நம்மை கவர்ந்த தருணங்களை மற்றவருடனும் பகிர்ந்துப்போம்.அப்படி நான் ரசிக்கப்பெற்ற தருணங்களை உங்களோட பகிர்ந்துக்க ஆவல் !

எங்க காலேஜ்ல படிக்கும்போது நடந்த சுவையான சம்பவம். முதல் நாள் காலேஜ் எல்லாரும் ஒரு வித டென்ஷன் கலந்த எதிப்பார்ப்போட கிலாஸ்-ல ஒக்காந்திருந்தோம். எப்பக்கத்திலே ஒரு ஆந்திரா பொண்ணு எல்லாரும் தமிழ்ல பேசறத பார்த்து மிரண்டு போயிருந்தா. சரி நாமளும் ஒரு மொழி கத்துகிட்ட மாதிரி இருக்கும்ன்னு, அவளுக்கு டிரான்ஸ்லேட்டர் வேலைய ஏத்துக்கிட்டேன். அப்பத்தான் நாம பேசும் போது சார்/மேம் கேட்டா கூட அவளுக்கு புரியவெக்கறேன்ன்னு சொல்லி தப்பிக்கலாமே :P .

இப்படி நானும் அவளும் பேசிட்டிருக்கும் போது கெமிஸ்டிரி கிலாஸ் வந்தது. எங்க சார் கிலாசுக்கு வந்தவுடனே,

சார்: "பாருங்க நான் ரொம்ப ஸ்டிரிக்ட் நான் கிலாஸ் எடுக்கும் போது, யாராவது பேசினா பிடிக்காது.பனிஷ்மென்ட் எல்லாம் சிவியரா இருக்கும்" .அப்படி இப்படின்னு மிரட்டிட்டு ஏதோ போர்டல ஒரு துண்டு பேப்பர பார்த்து எழுதிட்டு இருந்தாரு.

நான் உடனே எப்பக்கத்துல இருந்தவளுக்கு "Don’t talk else he will punish” எழுதிட்டு நோட்ஸ் எடுக்கறாமாதிரி ஒக்கார்ந்துகிட்டேன்.

அப்போ திடீர்ன்னு டமால்ன்னு ஒரு சத்தம். பார்த்தா நம்ம ஃபிரண்டு பாக்ஸை கீழ போட்டிட்டாங்க! சார் கைல இருந்த பேப்பர் பறந்து அவருக்கு கண்டினியூட்டி மிஸ் ஆகிடுச்சு. டென்ஷனா அவரு போர்டு பக்கம் திரும்பி நின்னுகிட்டே ,

சார்: “போடு போடு என் தலை மேல போடு”ன்னாரு.

நாங்க எல்லாம் பயந்துப்போய் முழிச்சுட்டிருந்தப்போ, என் பக்கத்துல இருந்த பொண்ணு சடார்னு,

ஆ.பொ: "Sir I cannot understand Tamil, can you please explain in English” ன்னா.

சார்: [???!!!]

ஒரு நிமிஷம் அமைதியா இருந்த் கிலாஸ் அலை அடிச்ச மாதிரி சார் உள்பட சிரிச்சிதுன்னு நான் சொல்லத்தேவையில்லை :)

நாங்க கடைசி வருஷம் படிக்கும் போது, எங்களுக்கு ஒரு கிலாஸ் எங்க HOD எடுப்பாங்க. அவங்க வெளிப்படையா ஸ்டிரிக்ட் மாதிரி சொல்லாட்டியும், அவங்க கிலாஸ் எடுத்த முறையும் அவங்க அப்ரோச்சும் யாருமே அவங்க கிளாஸை கட் பண்ண மாட்டாங்க. அவங்களுது எப்போதும் முதல் வகுப்பாத்தான் இருக்கும். ஒரு நாள் அவங்க படு சுவாரஸிமா நெட்வர்க்ஸ் பத்தி சொல்லிட்டுருந்தாங்க.அப்போ திடீர்னு ஒரு குறட்டை சத்தம் . பார்த்தா ஒரு பையன் கடைசி பென்சுல தூங்கிட்டிருந்தான். எங்க மேடம் கொஞ்சம் டென்ஷன் ஆனாலும் அவன எழுப்பி

"ஹெல்லோ எங்க இருக்க நீ ஹிம்ம்ம் "ன்னு கேட்டாங்க. அவனோ மெதுவா எழுந்து

"யெஸ் மேம் நான் தாம்பரத்துலத்தான் இருக்கேன்" ன்னான். ஒரு நிமிஷம் அவங்களுக்கு , இவன் நக்கல் அடிக்கறானன்னே சந்தேகம் . ஆனா அவன் பதில நாங்க கேட்டு சிரிச்சதப்பார்த்திட்டு, அவங்களும் சிரிச்சிட்டு,அவன ஒக்கார சொல்லிட்டாங்க .

இன்னிக்கும் நாங்க காலேஜ் பத்தி பேசும் போது மறக்காம நினைச்சு சிரிக்கும் சம்பவங்கள் இது இரண்டும். இப்படி பல சுவாரஸ்மான சம்பவங்களின் தொகுப்பாவே இத்தொடர் அமையும்.

Certified Blogger

You want to know how you can get a status of Certified Blogger. Wonder how a blogger can be classified as Certified or not? Key to the question can be derived from the below conversation of a group of “OMR Cousins”. Have you started wondering who they are I can tell you it is most simple. Group of people who are related personally, who communicate through mails/chats/mobile though being on the same stretch of a road while they as well share code snippets occasionally but forwards regularly and draw out plans for their monthly day out sorry monthly evening out through the above referred means of communication.

It was once during such an evening out that I acquired the gyan of how one can transform to a CERTIFIED BLOGGER! Let us assume it was a group of 6 people rads, sow, vas, srivi, rags and rams! On a pleasant Friday evening (should be right its weekend buddy) all 5 of us got to meet in a chat shop following the typical custom of tasting (!!!!) other’s order first rather than yours.

While everyone was busy pursuing the fight between their respective ;) hand and mouth, sow suggested we got to do something innovative for our kutti cousin’s (thought they are in college we feel they are still young) bday celebrations during the annual family meet. And the crux of the conversation was,

Sow: hey people we got to do something different people rather than the usual cake, cream make up, gifts stuff.

Rags: hey sow, do you then plan to drop the cake idea this time?? I bet it is the funniest part, how nice to see our younger cousins having a nice makeover with that.

Srivi: Rags, we both had a chat yesterday its when we thought we will some think more interesting apart from the usual chattar-battar.

I chipped in to play my part, “I have an idea. Why don’t we have something like a dumb c where we mimic like a person and when the group identifies who it is, we can send him/her on to the stage. Would be total fun. Our Bada people can also join in.

Rads: hey yeah that sounds good. Can we have something else like say we use some pictures drawn to identify the person?

Vas: People why go for hard copies yaar lets try to have a Presentation. See I am not the typical BA guy here

Sow: Why u give a disclaimer vas? You sound so everywhere. But I should say it’s a nice idea too. (Smirk).

Rads: Hmm yeah I have a plan! You see rams is into blogging these days and she says she wanted to pursue it seriously. So we can have her write few lines about a person and have them on to a presentation. Once the group who it is, we can invite him/her on to the stage.

Seriously tasting my Aloo paratha I never realized that I was being dragged on to this. Seeing the puzzled look on my face my BA cousin chipped in to convince me.”I seriously feel rads idea is cool. You have been blogging for quite some time and I have never seen a poem posted in your page (not sure if he had read my blog either once but I believe his management skills helped him concluding things here :P). Why don’t you try one for this reason? It is a win-win situation. You get a post for your blog and a novel idea for our celebration. As a hidden benefit you earn the status of a Certified Blogger. The Logic is straight here, you need to have atleast a story and a poem hosted in your blog and so when you have this posted, you earn the status don’t you??”

Following his explanation a round cheer was in vas’s favor and to ensure I work on my task a cheer was in my favor too :D. Hence was coined a new term “Certified Blogger”. Below are the 4 different sets of lines on each of our kutti cousins I presented from my side. Seed is sown so watch out guys you might experience reading posts with verses tagged as poem not bothering if qualify to be so :P

Damsels

She is sweetly called Krits
Coz she is sharp at her wits
She might appear laid back
But she never faces set back
As you get to meet (her)
You realize she is a budding poet!!

She resembles an actress
Truly at heart a real princess
She is good at art, making
Pieces which steals your heart
As she goes her way
Everyone be happy merrily her lips pray!!

She is a Cute damsel
Talking to her jubilance is what you feel
Gracious is her dance
Impresses you at first instance
Befriends you with her sweet temperament
Smile stuck to her face is permanent!!

She is our Little Pony
Who could bet Dhoni
Though not Physically
But of Course Athletically
Up the Air she Soars
Cheered by ecstatic roars!!