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.

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.

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.

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