Rainy Thoughts

Threw out my old raincoat
Set sail without a boat
For places somewhere far beyond my dreams
As the sky came pourin' down
I laid down on the ground
Like I was dreamin'
I let the feelin' wash all over me

 The greatest of all the places I've been.
 I feel they've known me for a long time.
  The old boatmen rowing along the sides,
have given up trying to keep up.
But, their eyes gleam when I smile at them.

It is a land lost to me, by my predecessors.
They left it and remember about it often.
Here I am, trying to reclaim the smell,
feel and power.

You went away in that rain.
Never looked back.
But, I never looked back to see
If you were looking back.

My mistake.


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Journeys.
I love it when it is to nowhere.
I hate the deadlines and speed.
Why do we have to reach on time, always?
Why cant it be sometime?
Why can't it be wrong time?

 






Can this thing carry water and
Give it to a thristy child?
Can this open up and Give
Shelter to a tired man?
Can this give shade to an
Old woman?
Because, If it can't...
Then, I might just cut it off....












I have often wondered what If
the wind decided to drown the boat?
Who would I think of?

Rants of a Patriot/Terrorist/Freedom Fighter/Factionist

Rants of a Patriot/Terrorist/Freedom Fighter/Factionist

Notice ; - This post is not based on any fictional characters or groups and any resemblence to any group or person is not at all coincidence and I mean it. The intention was only to hurt people who are involved in masked politics and violent means claiming to be the spokespersons of overused terms and in reality try to subvert it by any means. Those who have any problem with this are most welcome at 325, MH-K for any sort of debate over spirits!!

 

 

 

I am a Patriot
I want separation.
I wont take this humiliation anymore
You gave me education
I suffered it!!
You gave me money
I took it with pain and used it on booze!!
(Since its not worth to buy food)
You taught me how to speak in a new tongue
I didnt want to do that
So I fasted.
Then you came and stopped me
We protest against you all the time
So our men dont have time to make rice for us.
No! Stop giving me rice.
We dont want it.
We dont want no chicken.
Cut that Chicken’s neck
and let’s watch the blood oozing out.
We won’t use your guns to
Fight against you.
Thats against our principles.
So we take donations from your enemy.
Well, if you think that I am fighting against
my own people here.
Its for the ‘greater good’.
If I am spilling their own blood
Its for a ‘Greater’ cause.
If I am razing their own homes,
Its for a mightier reason.
If I am stealing their own food
Then its for a ‘Stonger’ fight.
My elders told me to Unite.
I slit their throat.
They are old fashinoed and
they don’t understand the meaning of
Modern ethnographical politics.
They dont have the sense of belonging and sense of identity
that I am talking about.
They are relics from the past
ought to be destroyed and
memories that has to be removed.
The groaning of our women is our
National Anthem.
The clinging of bullet shells give the
background score.
The smoke creates the screen and
carcasses can be the steps.


Disclaimer: – I dont mean to offend any minority group. This is the politics I saw and understood.

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'Bi-Lingual - Monsoon Rants'

ഉറങ്ങുവാന്‍ നേരമായി എന്ന് അറിയാമായിരുന്നിട്ടും
ഉറങ്ങുവാന്‍ കൂട്ടാക്കാതെ ഞാന്‍ ഇരുന്നു.
മഴ പെയ്തു തീര്‍ന്നപ്പോള്‍ ജനാലകള്‍ തുറന്നു,
ദൂരെ പാഞ്ഞു പോകുന്ന മിന്നല്‍ നോക്കി നിന്നു.
എഴുതുവാന്‍ വെച്ചിരുന്ന കടലാസുകള്‍ മുഴുവന്‍
ചിതലുകള്‍ അരിച്ചു പോയിരുന്നു.
പണ്ടെങ്ങോ വാങ്ങിയ പേനയില്‍ ഞാന്‍ മഷി
നിറയ്ക്കാനും മറന്നു പോയി.
ഒരുപാട് നാളുകള്‍ കൂടി ഞാന്‍ ഇന്ന് എന്റെ
ആരും മുട്ടാത്ത കതകുകള്‍ തുറന്നു.
ചെരിപ്പുകള്‍ ദ്രവിച്ചു പോയതിനാല്‍ ഞാന്‍
ഭൂമിയുടെ തണുപ്പ് മുഴുവനും അറിഞ്ഞു.
കാലുകള്‍ ഉറക്കാത്ത കടല്ക്കരയിലൂടെ
ഞാന്‍ അവശിഷ്ടമായ പാലം തേടി നടന്നു.
വഴിയിലെവിടെയോ കിടന്ന നനഞ്ഞ കാഷ്ടം
എന്റെ കാലുകള്‍ക്ക് അലങ്കാരമായി.
തുരുംബെടുത്ത ചരിത്രത്തിന്‍റെ എല്ലുകളിലൂടെ,
ഒരു ഉറുമ്പിനെ പോലെ ഞാന്‍ നടന്നു.

ഇറങ്ങുന്നതിനു മുന്‍പ് ഞാന്‍ ഭിത്തിയില്‍

എഴുതിയിരുന്നു, ആര്‍ക്കോ വേണ്ടി, ഒരു തെറി!!
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Talking about Rain.
All I have is some Images. That's how I remember things.
Starting from my days as a child. When I was the only one.

My parents found a house for rent. An old creepy one. The Kitchen used to leak. And my Mother used to put buckets under it. It was a big house given for a thin rent. Before I joined school, My mother used to make me sit on the veranda and we used to solve puzzles and make India out of Jigsaw Puzzle. We used to make houses using the boxes and colour animals on the books. The heavy rain used to wet our strectched out legs and I would tell her to make a boat. She never mastered that art and would make lousy boats which would sink at the moment it hit the puddled water. And also she used to make really great vegetable soup and feed me while telling me stories. These are the earliest possible 'Rain Memories' I have.

I also remember riding in a scooter with my parents during heavy rain because there was no shelter on the country road. I was possibly 4-5 years old and when we stopped near a water pump house, my father took me into his hands and rubbed my chest. I was fragile as a child because I was only recovering from an asthmatic problem.

The 'Rain Memory' which still give me shivers and nightmare is the one incident which happened when I was 10. The road between the two fields was flooded and we ventured into it on a scooter. It was nine at night and I still had my school uniform and bag on me. The engine was flooded with and it stopped in the middle of the road. The force of the water increased and we started getting pushed off to the field. Suddenly, I was neck deep in water. My Father pulled me up with one hand (the other hand managing the scooter). There was at least half a kilometer ahead. Heavy rain started and there was no street light. I was standing on the seat of the scooter with my hands crossed across my father's neck and eyes closed. 30 minutes walk through the water and we were off the flooded area. There was a group waiting once we crossed across. One of them told us that it was a rescue group for two people who went missing in that place an hour ago. :-)

S.B. College, Changanacherry is beautiful during rain. The victorian style rock building towering against the rain clouds is a sight. Also amazing is the 'Arts Block' with the cleaned up red tiles on the top and its paint darkened. The campus goes silent during rain. That's when we step out. The rides through the narrow, cozy streets of Changanacherry aiming Indian Coffe House is memorable. The hot coffe and snacks from Adens and sometimes Vanilla ice Cream or Burgers from Uncle's Ice Cream Parlour also made up several rainy evenings.

During the rich days, I even used to take the car out for a drive with the friends. The attractive Alappuzha-Changanacherry Road, drenched in rain; dangerous but beautiful because it has a lot of shops on the sides which sells Non-Veg and River/Sea food. Secrets used to spill out when we used to sit around the round table in Garudakari Toddy shop and also did future plans and hopes.

Long, continous and strong Kerala Monsoon rains moved away slowly and I started having the 'Hyderabad Monsoon' instead. Its not bad... only different. Its not strong and furious as the one back home. There, it hit with all its fury and I suppose, the anger goes down when it climbs up the subcontinent.

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