Friday, April 13, 2007


Apr 9, 2007: Didnt get time to post it. . . so posting it now. . .

I just returned from my home . . . Nope not from Besant Nagar but from Nagercoil. I have been in chennai for nearly 3 years and in the present house for nearly 1 years and 6 months. Yet why am I not able to call it a  home. I have always wondered whats the difference between a House and Home. For 21 years I had been with my parents and I clearly didnt know anything different. I was always surrounded with love.

I am now typing this one and half hours before I start for chennai and I am trying to get my mind together for working. I always think how great would it be to return to someone you love and care for after you work. May be thats why I dont feel like leaving office every night . . . I dont wanna return to a house . . . I wanna come home. I have longed this for 3 years. . . Every thing doesnt go your way.

I now remember the moment I got a information from my Placement Officer that my offer letter had arrived and am supposed to go to chennai in 2 days. I was in a phone booth in tirunelveli after my eye check up and I just cried then and there. I well knew my life's gonna change the way I dont want it to . . . But am happy I was able to keep myself in check . . . I do what I feel like doing and am what I feel like being.

I am now writing this from home with my mom and dad near me. When I write next I will be alone. :(((((((((((((((((((((((((((

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Back Home

Apr 7, 2007: I am posting it now . . . coz' I didnt have time then.

I have come home to my parents for Easter. I feel refreshed and energetic. Its raining here rather heavily. I have chosen a baby pink color saree for wearing on easter day. I think that color suits me. I got couple of WESTLIFE DVDs a week back. I never got time to watch it fully and clearly. I am watching it rather frequently here. They are so good, cant really get bored. Well! My Bro does stare at me irritatedly . . .but I wudnt give up.

My Bro' getting angry . . . .He is not like me . . .rather like my mom. . . I live with music like the air I breathe. It helps me live in happiness and be a optimist. To the point why my Bro' angry is he wud have listened to their songs atleast 3 times a day and me more. I wud watch it again and again to admire MF alone . . . May be I should write a post seperately for him alone. I want to write a poem when am here . . . but I am not able to . . . am too realxed for that.

I love the climate here . . . I feel its so romantic.