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Saturday, July 21, 2012

Her Wish

She is trying to be a daughter of her father’s wish
and act according to his flowchart

And a sister of her brother’s wish
and offers him the toys that she loved the most

A lovely wife of her husband’s wish,
satisfying all his needs, forgetting hers

But she really wishes to be a man, even in her
next birth and to be himself and live for himself


-Athira M. K.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Hidden

Gentle breeze
Countless stars
Yet another dinner as
in the daily routine chart.

 Most things are predictable
 in that school apart from
the feelings that rush
through the minds.

I waited for him
under the shady tree
which hides me from
the fluorescent lamp.

And I remained hidden
throughout my life.


 -Athira M. K.

Difference

“Mia, you look so smart in your school uniform”.

I said to my cousin while she has been dressed up by her mother for the first day of her school. I eagerly looked over the innocent face for her cute reply, but I saw a tiny tear drop on the brim of her lashes. I felt sorry for her.

I saw me in her place and hardly found any difference. It may be the Donald duck on the umbrella has been replaced by ben 10. But I saw a large difference in the attitude of students. Everyday is filled with strange and dreadful incidents. When I was at school I couldn't think of a boy killing his classmate. Now the society has witnessed that too.

Dear I’m really worried about you.


-Athira M. K.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

CEK LH

I woke up hearing a classical song from the other room. This practice for the ‘Voice of Rithu’ must have been started from the early morning. All others in my room are still sleeping. Yesterday’s late night dumbsherads made us so tired. The timepiece which kept aside the pillow showed 6 ‘O’ clock. Somehow I stepped down the double decker bed and headed towards the browsing zone. On the way, I took some water from the water purifier. Even though the hostel mess provides black coffee, I prefer this. Though the browsing zone exists in the corners of every floor, it is fairly occupied often. I checked my fb notifications and the mail inbox. Nothing unusual… quite an ordinary day. I have given a full stop for my browsing; otherwise it steals my whole day.

On the way back to my room, I entered room no: 57. My intention was to borrow Gopika’s ADA notebook for copying yesterday’s problems. In the room I found her along with other three, cracking some code for the online programming competition. “When more brains unite, the result will be quick and clear”. I walked out of the room without disturbing them. I came back to the room and found the other two has just woken up. In LH all wake up late on weekends.

The thermocol, charts and marker pens all scattered in the floor as such we had put on yesterday. We have work yet to complete for the upcoming cultural fest. Suddenly my cell phone beeped. It was a message from Anju. She is lazy enough to come to our room next to hers, so she often texts. I opened the message and it displayed.

Hw abt d idea f goin 2 beach 2day?

That message really made us excited. We really need a break especially a hang out. Soniya and Suja ran out of the room to take a count of people of our batch who are interested with. All together 28 people liked to move to the beach. So we decided to go by the Kollam-Punalur passenger train which reaches Kottarakkara by 11.05 am. The ticket costs only Rs 4 per head which is really, really economical. I rushed to the bathroom to avoid the unavailability. Bathroom is the only thing which we find shortage but only at the times we badly need it. I bathed too fast to avoid the knocking at the door.

“I should also buy an eye-artist like this one”. I thought while creating an outer line for my eyes. “The breakfast is ready. You can have it in the mess hall. “ The speaker which kept in the middle of every corridor shouted. All good and bad information we came to know through this speaker. Breakfast is Idli-Sambhar for every Saturday. I moved to the mess hall along with my roommates. The mess was so colorful with us. We love to be more fashionable when we are with our gang. We left the hostel by 10.45 after putting a signature in the movement register.
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We had a very enjoyable day with our friends. On the way back one friend in the hostel phoned me to inform that the gate will be closed soon. I heard the speaker shouting- “The gate will be closed within a few minutes. Inform those who are outside” through the phone. We reached the Kottarakkara station by 6.20 pm. And reached the hostel before 6.30pm (closing time). At night I thought about this wonderful hostel life which made us more adjustable and independent person. Hostel life gives more time to do what we like. It allows combine study as well as group dance practice. It gives more enthusiasm and more team-spirit. Above all it gives more true friends.


-Athira M. K.

-Contributed for College Magazine 2011-12

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Red T-shirt

I filled the coffee-mug with half-boiled coffee of our hostel and took out my notepad and started scribbling. I've a reason to write now. Today evening I went to JNV Kollam in connection with some sports events of my college. My role was only a coordinator, not a participant. Boys with red, blue, green and yellow colored t-shirt with JNV Kollam print on the back flooded to the ground.
I also had one which said "JNV Alleppey" with black dye. The t-shirt which I washed only on weekends. I had done plenty of hard work with that t-shirt on. It smelt my sweat. Some days I felt even my bones are cracking with this hard core courses. It witnessed morning PT, evening games, yoga classes and many more things. It was with that t-shirt we take a power nap of five minutes after brushing the teeth in the morning. Some even sleep with that t-shirt so that they could wake up a little bit late compared to others. No PT today was an everyday wish of almost every students. That was a time.
A boy with yellow colored t-shirt leveled the ground after every jump. I could see a better future even if he looks so shabby, thin and frail. When we were in Navodaya, we hate the system, the strictness and everything, but now we are realizing the value of Navodaya life...
Navodaya simply rocks... ;)


-Athira M. K.

Monday, January 23, 2012

What Inside Matters...

He came to check whether his six year old daughter has fallen asleep. He felt a shadow of sadness over her face. He asked his little princess, the reason. 
Her reply was a question. Dad, why my skin looks so black? She was having a great complex over her dark complexion. He sat next to her and told a meaningful story as a reply. 

Once upon a time, a big festival happened in a small village. There a balloon seller was selling hydrogen filled balloons. He was attracting the children gathered by leaving the colorful hydrogen balloon to fly in the air. All children surrounded him to buy those beautiful balloons of their favorite colors. Some bought red, some pink, some yellow...green...blue... but a black boy stood looking the seller. The balloon seller asks that black boy- “What are you looking for?". The black boy asked in a kind way "Can that black one also fly". Then that balloon seller took a black balloon filled it with air and made it to fly. The boy seemed very happy on seeing that and his eyes were filled with tears of joy. Then the balloon seller replied- "It is not the color of the balloon which made it fly but the thing present inside does everything".

Then he added "Dear, it is not only the case with the balloon, but with you, me and every people in this world. What inside matters the most…".


-Athira M. K.

Friday, January 20, 2012

School Life

Wake up bell [5.00 am]- which not only wakes up us but the school neighbours too.
Morning PT [530am-6.30am]- the hardest time in a day. I always felt that she (our PT teacher) wants us to get participated in the upcoming Olympics.
Morning milk [6.30am]- no comments.
Personal cleaning [6.30am-7.00am]-This time usually steals by dormitory cleaning, preparation for assembly programmes etc etc. There were times the bell rang at school while I’m bathing. A walk to school takes 5minutes but normally we sprint, enters classroom with ribbons, ear-studs and other accessories in hand. Everyone settles down only when teacher enters.
Is this time shortage is my fault? I know I’m lazy enough to be late. I looked around while I’m tying my ribbon. No… everyone is in a hurry. Some of the boys were wearing even socks and some other wearing ties within the classroom itself. I feel proud of being better than them. The bell rang for assembly.
Assembly [7.30am-8.00am]- The beautiful part of the day.
Class hours begin. Towards the end of January (after portion got over) boys and girls were separated as school authorities think that we get distracted from studies if we are put together in a same class. But it makes us really happy to some extent. We were free to do anything we want, as any boys did not watch us up. Some shape their nails, polishes their shoes and almost all makeup we done from the classroom itself. Some keeps the shoes in the classroom, wears chappel from the hostel and gets changed. I think we are getting distracted only after separation.
It is followed by an array of events without any gap till we slept at night @ 10.30pm. There were many tough times, but didn’t get a moment to think and to get upset on it.
What a life???


-Athira M. K.
Roll no.: 853

This is my first post which I have written and posted in Days. Days is no longer active, so I re-post it in tulips.


Monday, January 2, 2012

The Beach

Colored kites flew over the sky,

Coloring the curious petite minds.

Waves taken away the castle, making

The child architect glared in return.

A gang of teens sensed the saltiness,

When the sea had put them down.

All the impressions left in them

But neither in the sand nor in the water.

He lied on the sand facing the sun

She sat aside, and leaned forward

Shielding the sun falling on his face.

They walked along the shore

Hand in hand supporting each other

In their retired life.

All are going through ages, having changes

Only the sea remains eternal,

Changeless watching the changes.


-Athira M. K.
#my first poem