Some 'ausgezeichnet' wallpapers !

A very short life

Like a home for rent, a million people come to stay in this world. Some go soon while others stay for a longer time. Anne would have thought of renting here a little longer, maybe even a bit more longer than the 15 years she was to live. 

And the final three years of her life she shares in her diary is so heartwarming and funny to read. I haven't gone to the final part yet, but I know the dreadful fate that awaited this smart and cheerful child. To read the vivid account in her own words is quite moving.

I cannot refrain from comparing how our lives go on right now in this free,noisy and busy world to her quiet and confined life in the dungeon. 

Her account of the everyday activities in the 'Secret Annexe' is so amusing that it is easy to forget that she was living a life in hiding. It is complex to imagine times like that, of having to go to school one day and go invisible the next day in your own town.

 Whatever she wrote is just one among her umpteen thoughts in a day and the things she left unsaid would have been more sadder to read I can say. She complained of trivial things at the start, but as the days progressed, she seemed hopeful of a normal life, a life with no war! You know what i feel - when the war ended it was not really a scenic moment to capture with people leaping in joy, because hundreds and thousands of souls departed long back waiting for the war to end, just the ones like Anne Frank! The people who remained wouldn't even have been able to lift their heads to see who has come to rule.

Looking at her guileless smile, I cannot conclude whose mistake it was that she was not born a 60 years later!

my love story

"sometimes love isn't enough",said Teresa to Garrett in 'message in a bottle'...

well,every love story need not have an abrupt end and like Teresa i'm at a loss to give you any more of an explanation,t'm truly sorry it has to end this way.

i woudn' cheat you saying you were my first love,let alone my last in life!now thinking about the years back,i can say you have always been there for me right from the day i learnt to write my first 'a',yet it was in these last few years i felt you more..

it was quite difficult in my college days to have you around all the time..people's reactions ranged widely-some didn't even notice you,yet some of my friends ridiculed you..quite surprisingly some remembered their good old school days when they were badly infatuated with your old world charm..

though we were always together these years,our relationship was put to test every now and then by alien forces.there were days like during a semester exam,when i struggled with you,fought with you and finally felt like you betrayed me and let me down when i needed you the most:(

but it was always not so;there are days like today during when our bond grows stronger than ever when you carry me effortlessly..

this is a 'thank you' note as well,for in your own way you've played a significant part in my life,always knowing what i feel and how..from now on i've to do without you..

but here is one last thing before telling you to fare well-whenever i feel like loving you,i'd touch you,caress you,fill you with 'Bril' and pierce a paper with my words through your nib,that way renewing our love affair...

love,

rajii

to karthi on his bday(dat was on sep 16)

once der was a lil boy hu took nice care of his lil sister...they wer 2gether all d tym..they played wid lil pots n pans posing as father n daughter..they walked thru desolate lanes 2 buy lemon juice..he was her caretaker @ skool..unknowingly d gal took him as her role model for he was her constant companion n friend in all their adventures...scoldin her weneva she was wrong,,makin her laugh weneva she was sad,,helpin her weneva she was broke....
2day he turns 24!!!..but 4 d lil gal he will always b her lil brother hu felt she was dirty wen she was @ her grandma's home..wid whom she spent her lazy sunday afternoons fightin wid pillows..whom she dearly missed d tym he went 2 blore after d weekend spent @ home,,hu brought her lil presents..d ones expected as well as unasked..
he s by no means a gud brother..coz he s d best brother in d world 4 she has been his luvly sissy..hii hii

d labourers wer workin outside in front of my neighbour's house.It was getting late,but they wer still workin.They had been workin all along d month of May n even b4 dat.My mom told me they were abt 2 finish d work d next day...since i was in my study hols everyday rite 4m d time i wake up till dusk i cud hear all sorts of noises,..d rollin of drums,d tong tong of d hammer,d constant ranting of d ppl..d smell of d fresh paint then lingered around..d old house was completely changed,d window panes wer changed 4m purplish white 2 d formulaic brown/yellow combination,d dotted mosaic 2 plain white marble...

i somehow lyk d new luk.i thought hard but cudn' remember d color of d old paint..i still miss d twin polyalthia trees,which once stood tall n proud,d richly scented tropical almond which gav away nuts every season!!every building s unique..whenever v really luk @ it,it triggers a flow of memories..

wen i think abt dis house,it s not without pain..dis neighbour i'm talkin abt has always been a part of my childhood...her family is an entourage of lively individuals,but wen put 2gether they make such a noisy family.durin any tym of d day u cud hear sounds at varyin decibels n emotions rangin 4m a loud yelling 2 hellish shots of laughter..it was lyk they wer runnin mad most of d tym!!

d aunty made wonderful gravies,tended 2 her flower pots wid so much care as if it was her child..,but it was her constant pujas n d bell sounds dat comes 2 d fore weneva i think of her!her 'golus' wer famous in d colony n v all wud go der without leave d whole week 4 d delicious 'prasadams' she wud make everyday..durin bathin i cud hear d aunty's shouts 4m her kitchen @ any one of her daughters,it wud b so funny dat i'd smile 2 myself..

n then der was rohin!he'd make me laugh everytym i luk @ him..i don' know whether they still hav him in their new home..he was so funny n foolish n fat..a chubby white pomeranian!!he wud run,rotate,revolve,do anythin 2 catch his own tail,..wen he was 1st brought 2 their home he was little n puffy,now even after 6 r 7 years i don' think he had grown more than a feet in d vertical direction..all his growth had been confined horizontally..how i miss him!!if @ all der s anothr birth,i'd luv 2 b born as rohin,i'd always tell my mom!!

d last few months they had been here r indeed painful 2 remember..der had been no sounds,even rohin had been quiet..financially broken they had moved 2 another house..

now dis house luks new,but every room has stories 2 tell,..d walls ring of d laughter,sorrrow,excitement n tears..even now at times durin bathin wen i hear a female voice my memory drifts back 2 an image of d aunty standin in her kitchen..was der really a sound r had it been my imagination..?