A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)



A piquant thought nudges me-
As to
Why words topple into me
When the clocks tick midnightwards.
Perhaps they’re tired of hanging out of reach
And think I might just not notice
As they slither down the thought strings?
And so with eyes dry drowned in midnight oil
I grab them, before they squirm out of reach!
Only to array them before me
And wonder, suddenly, where all the magic did go

I should have left them be.

28 February, 2012



I write stuff.
In-your-face, sometimes.

Tantalizing, to myself.
Nerdy, to most.
Often, surreal, to all.

For, the meaning, the picture
Is hazy when seen through eyes
That do not own words.

See? You’ve got to see them
Then touch them just a bit
As you roll them round your tongue…

Feel that quiver perhaps when a tiny
Plosive sound echoes a heartbeat’s cry.

Bah! What’s that? You gag!
I’ve known terrorists you know,
The kind whose “plosive” *snigger snigger*
Sounds I’ve laughed away…

And you. You. You perhaps
Insinuate, I cannot fathom
The utter senselessness of
That word?

Which one? I ask.
You’re not sure, I can see.
Which plosive sound? Did I not
Just implode, with that suggestion?

And that is what I did mean.
A word like Love.
A word that cries.
A sound that smells
Of disdain.

Breath rushes out between
Half opened, sometimes closed lips
When you articulate. I beg you.

Even when sounds defy
Phonetic seriousness
Not adhering to norms.

When you listen.

And then, then only
Will I grant that you can



26 February, 2012
Online, on a silly line of thought ๐Ÿ˜€


The Elevenses. Tag :)

Arjun Sharma, mariner, poet, reviewer, blogger ๐Ÿ™‚ tagged a few. It. I’m also It! ๐Ÿ˜€ It reminds me of the game catch, we used to play in school… only here, one cannot escape without being seen as a spoilsport, and far be it my intention to give that impression ๐Ÿ˜€ (even though I might be one :D)

Tag you’re it!!ย (is what he called it ๐Ÿ™‚ )

The Rules:

1. You must post the rules.
2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then create eleven new questions to ask the people youโ€™ve tagged. (That’s a toughie ๐Ÿ™‚ )
3. Tag eleven people and link to them on your post.
4. Let them know youโ€™ve tagged them!

Why do we always have rules? Rules are meant for … ermmm… following, OK!! (I now realize a possibility that there are some kids from school who have found this space and that I ramble about, in an entirely different way, out here. Cannot disillusion them ๐Ÿ˜› )

Arjun has asked 11 people these 11 questions:

And here is where he has done it ๐Ÿ™‚

1. Describe yourself in one word.


2. Favourite childhood memory

DAddy carrying me around. Me crying. My earliest memory too. Apparently I was just about 2 years and was ill, with jaundice. I still remember it so clearly! Being comforted too!

3. Best accomplishment/moment of triumph.

When kids come and tell me they enjoyed being in my class ๐Ÿ™‚

4. Your current job and what you wanted to be while growing up

A story here. In our college we were taken on a “Leadership Camp”, where we had sessions of interactions with some resource persons, and in one of the forms we had to fill out, we had to write what we saw ourselves as being at age 30. I wrote “Teacher”. I was a Science Stream student. The resource person then told us, and they even quoted statistics that most often,ย what one envisions at that age, and I was just 16, is what one most often turns out to be. I have never ceased to be amazed at that! So, what am I? It is obvious isn’t it? A Teacher. And nothing to do with Science ๐Ÿ™‚

5. Something that you are good at skill wise

Working with my hands. Untying knots. Stitching. ๐Ÿ™‚

6. Name one self invented superstition

Lol. Facing northwards, while correcting papers, will help get it done faster ๐Ÿ˜›

7. A real life story that you would definitely tell ur kids someday
Oh the kids have been hearing it ad infinitum ๐Ÿ˜€ So I’ll give this one a pass ๐Ÿ™‚ Just that I took the road less travelled by and that has made all the difference ๐Ÿ™‚ Who else but Robert Frost would I look up to here? ๐Ÿ™‚

8. Name one regret that you have.

One? Only? Sigh. I wish I could have joined the Defence Services. I really do. But then, those days, they did not take women on, so there went my chance ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

9. If you had to change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Less procrastination. More immediacy of things, especially when I want to talk to someone ๐Ÿ™‚

10. Something that scares you?

Loss. Cannot elaborate. I don’t need to, I think. Have yet to work myself upto accepting loss. Very difficult.ย 

11. An experience that changed your life.

Being in Ms. Shobha Venkatesh’s English Classes in College. Life-changing. ๐Ÿ™‚


My set of 11 questions for 11 others… ๐Ÿ™‚

1. In one word, what have you gained, in life, that you hold most precious? (there, that rules out “weight” ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜› )
2. In three words, a pet peeve?
3. A word you think you use a lot, unconsciously :D?
4. What is it that you love to do, most, and would rather spend your time doing it?
5. What do you think others think of you?
6. Who would you say made you who you are today (other than your parents, if that is what you would answer ๐Ÿ™‚ )
7. What gives you joy?
9. If you could go back to one moment in your past, which moment would it be?
10. Do you believe in alternate lifetimes? If so, what is the you there doing now? (It’s actually one question, with two parts :D)
11. What makes you you?


Now to tag another eleven ๐Ÿ™‚ *devlish grin*

1. Shail
2. Tito
3. Deeps
4. Smitha
5. Bindu
6. IHM
7. Dhiren
8. David
9. Sunitha V.
10. Deboshree
11. Sandhya Kumar (please? ๐Ÿ™‚ )

P.S. Soma, you cannot be tagged. Arjun took care of that ๐Ÿ˜€
P.P.S. I changed the title too ๐Ÿ˜€

Waiting for the midnight hour, so that yet again, I have a Sunday posting… ๐Ÿ˜€

26 February, 2012


Life, one word/s at a time :)

Tag time. Onward with it, then.

A certain Cool Kamikaze Cat had tagged me in the comments section of one of the posts she had read. Now, mind you, you listen to Cats, and you love them, for what they are, and don’t be put off by any seemingly interesting attitudes they may express. They’re among the best of the good Lord’s creatures, right there beside our dogs ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

She popped by, after an interesting discsussion on FB about, well, what else, cats :P, and we made a connect. With cats and dogs it’s like that. No person on Earth is bad, if they love an animal. Especially cats and dogs ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

The link to the post, that she has done is given below. I’m going to twist it a bit. I have to. My mind refuses to think in one word, so… ๐Ÿ˜€ Will try and contain myself, if at all possible, to that single word. It’s a personal challenge, so let me see how I do. ๐Ÿ˜›

Life in one word – Fascinating!!!!!

Where is your cell phone?

Your hair?
Disappearing ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

Your mother?
Tall (she’s 5’1″ ๐Ÿ˜€ )

Your father?

Your favorite food?
Garlic bread

Your dream last night?

Your favorite drink?
A shot of.. ๐Ÿ˜€

Your dream/goal?
Too many!ย :D

What room are you in?
An airy one ๐Ÿ™‚

Your hobby?
Day dreaming

Your fear?

Where do you want to be in 6 years?
Here ๐Ÿ™‚

Where were you last night?
In the arms of Morpheus ๐Ÿ˜›

Something that you arenโ€™t?


Wish list item?
Books, loads of them

Where did you grow up?
Still not done, so cannot answer completely ๐Ÿ˜›

Last thing you did?

What are you wearing?

Your TV?

Your pets?


Your life?
Bitter-sweet ๐Ÿ™‚

Your mood?

Missing someone?
And HOW!!! ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

Running ๐Ÿ˜€

Something youโ€™re not wearing?
Attitude ๐Ÿ˜›

Your favorite store?
Around the corner ๐Ÿ˜€

Your favorite color?

When was the last time you laughed?

Last time you cried?

Your best friend?

One place that you go to over and over?

One person who emails me regularly?

One person who calls me regularly?
Mom / Dad

Favorite place to eat?
In company of loved ones!

That felt nice. And though I did not give immediate answers, or entirely correct ones either :P, I had fun! Thanks Kamikaze (by the way, I had written something called “Kamikaze“, would you believe a few years back. Talk of Karma, talk of Destiny, talk of coincidences, which I have come to believe, are not at all. Meant to happen ๐Ÿ™‚ )

The post is being done, as I have another tag to do, and ought to, in the meticulous way that I normally do not work, get it done according to the queue it is in ๐Ÿ˜€ :D. Also today being a hartal, hereabouts, I have the time! (I’d have made time for it anyway :D)

Now onward goes the tag. All those who’d like to do it, please use it, as I have done, for a rainy-day-blog-block input ๐Ÿ˜€ :D!

25 February, 2012


Moving Memories, Melt-your-heart-moments!

I’ve been ranting a lot of late, and finding negativity in most things around me. Luckily I have things which keep me sane, and friends who understand that this crazy woman is just moulting, and will soon be back to her normal self :P! Blessed to have kids too, who just want to know who to bash up or send an obscene mail to ๐Ÿ˜€ :D. Yes!! *fist pumping, elbow bent, pushing down* You know, the kind that kids do, all the time, especially when you tell them, Listen, we’ll have the dictation tomorrow :D!

The day dawned gloomy as usual, literally and figuratively. This, after a cool night, that followed a sweltering sultry day. Talk of moods, even the weather is like that. And then something wonderful happened. I tell you, it always takes a child to do that… time and time again, I have been uplifted because of a child, because of children ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

The Class XII came around to collect their hall tickets, some last minute wisdom, and the blessings of their teachers at school ๐Ÿ™‚ It was fun, hectic, and sentimental… the kind of knowing that suddenly comes, that you’re not going to wander about the campus in such a carefree manner again! So the kids came, some touching our feet, others shyly smiling, some awkward, some as usual bindaas, (when they come grabbing our feet, it’s sometimes amusing ๐Ÿ˜€ One person starts it, and the others just make a dive ๐Ÿ˜› ย – inย Malayalamย we call it “Kaalu vaaral”,pulling one’s legs,literally :D)

So it became afternoon, the day refused to end, and it was beginning to get a bit much. The heat turned up, no power, and then one of the Class XII students comes to class. She has an autograph book she wants me to write in. She too has been a favourite, down the years, having known her from Class II “C” ๐Ÿ™‚ Bhavana Viswanath ๐Ÿ™‚ A quiet girl, sweet natured, not one to talk or tell you much. And someone, who as a little girl, would smile only sparingly ๐Ÿ˜€ After II, I met her in class after the Primary, in Class VII/ Class VIII. Still quiet, earnest, sincere, but would smile a bit more ๐Ÿ™‚ I tell her I might take a bit of time, and she says she will wait. So I write, and write… a whole page ( the poor things, they are not even spared, in an autograph book; but then I have written on fun things, and nice things, please note ๐Ÿ™‚ )

She comes a while later to collect it. And I tell her I was sorely tempted to read the others’ entries, her classmates’, but I did not. Grinning widely at each other, we just look at each other for a moment. Then she says, Teacher, I have something to tell you, and she gets a bit nervous, her voice quivers, and I suddenly know, this is a “moment”. I ask her if we can step out into the corridor, and she just bursts out, so sweetly. So wonderfully. So earnestly. I can still see her in front of me, both of us leaning against the railing…

She says, Teacher I just wanted to tell you that you’ve been my inspiration, my role model, and I love you so much! Her eyes fill up, slowly and begin to create tiny parallel rivulets down her cheeks. She still speaks, I dont know how to tell you, but I’ve always looked up to you. I began to read books because of you, see English movies (Oh dear! I wonder what other parents would think ๐Ÿ˜€ I still keep saying this in class ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ); and each year, I would pray so hard to God, at the beginning of the year, that you should be our English Teacher. But we did not get you in Class IX and X. Still….

I was stunned, and so amazingly surprised… so pleasantly that here was a child, who I was so fond of, (I would say this to her mother ๐Ÿ™‚ ) and she too liked me! (Allow me to explain. I am a Leo. And quite the Tiger in class. I’m demanding, I can use my whiplash tone to great effect, and generally can silence a class with a look ๐Ÿ˜€ I’m an ogre. And nothing as cute as Shrek either. So, to have kids say they like me, well, it’s always confused me, but made me think there is hope for me after all ๐Ÿ˜€ It of course, is quite another matter, that I love them too ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ) I gave her a quick hug. (Well, by now you know me, I’m not given to being demonstrative, not in school ๐Ÿ˜› ) gently wiped her tears, and told her how honoured and humbled I felt. This, I said, this, is enough. And I repeated myself, how much I loved her too ๐Ÿ™‚ The day grew brighter. I promised to keep in touch, and she had to go ๐Ÿ™‚

Then came Oormila, another teacher’s daughter, who came to my class, first in Class V “C” – she told me- I thought it was Class VII, somehow :D. My grey cells ๐Ÿ˜ฆ She too (not ever so loquacious) came forward with lovely things to say, about how much she gained in confidence, and how she missed being in my class, especially with the digital classrooms we have now. (Her younger sister is in my class, in Class X, and shares all of our Classroom exploits with her ๐Ÿ˜€ ).

Doubly gratified. Not doubly, but infinitely so.

Because a while earlier, a lot of the firm favourites, formerly from X “D” , Saraswathy, Varsha, Meera, Shilpa, ย Saishree, Sreedevi, Aishwarya, and others (do please excuse me for not remembering the names ๐Ÿ˜ฆ ) had come around, Kripa too, and Revathy, Soumya also; it made me realize all the more how much I thought of them. Yes this batch is special, as special as only some batches can get. ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ Couldn’t stop smiling with all of wishing, and the talk of missing went along… and all those references to X-D (say that together in Malayalam, and you get a word that you should not be using – not nice people ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ) My kids, my own two ie, are proud to be ex X – D s too ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜› ( I know some of their friends, and foes still call them, by this Class name ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜› )

I must also mention a certain Raj ( does it not remind you of SRK? Well this young man is way more handsome, articulate, and well mannered ๐Ÿ˜€ – Raj, if you are reading this, you’ve got to give me a treat the next time you come down to school ๐Ÿ˜› ), a dashing young man with huge potential, and amazing articulation and creativity. And Army brat (who was part of our school only these last two years), as he calls himself, very very sweet too. He offered his uniform shirt, a spare one, for us to write in our “messages” and blessings and wishes ๐Ÿ™‚ And he wanted me to someday tell him how it was that I could get words out of thin air ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ! All I had to do was tell him they’re there for the taking should you look… ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

And while I was thinking that I should write this for myself, to capture the infinitely lovely moments spent today with them and how my mood perked up, along comes Tito Varghese, with this awesome verse, urging bloggers ย to write ๐Ÿ™‚ I had to. No matter that 54 papers of Class X await my attention with a red ink pen, no matter that I had set a deadline for tomorrow… Sigh. There goes a good intention! All for a good cause! Tito, me happy now :D! thank you!

And so, with all these lovely moments that today has gifted me, I’m way more positive about life. Life ๐Ÿ™‚ That reminds me, a tag I have to do, but wait, I shall save it for a rainy day, Kamikazeย :), ย I know I shall need for that blogger’s block rainy day post ๐Ÿ™‚

Today belongs to these bright stars, of Class XII ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ All of them, who had come around, and those who did not too… and most especially to some favourites. Even if you name is not here, dear dear ones, know for sure, it’s there in my heart ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

God Bless! And thank you, for being you ๐Ÿ™‚


Edited to add: Forgot to add this bit, till Hrishikesh, through one of his comments (the First One!) reminded me of it :
On my FB wall, posted by a former student:
Anjali Vishwanathan:
A sentence begins with a capital letter and ends with a full stop.
Class 5, English Period.
I still say this before I go to sleep. Just got reminded of it all of a sudden in the middle of editing documents at work and as always, you’re awesome teacher! :)”


The note with it will follow in the comments section ๐Ÿ˜› (That is why I have included it here :D)

22 February, 2012