some times i dream of a tree
and the tree is my life
one branch is the man i shall marry
and the leaves my children
another branch is my future as a writer
and each leaf is a poem
another branch is a glittering academic carrear
but as i sit there and trying to choose
the leaves began to turn brown
and blow away
until the tree is absolutely bare
Saturday, May 1, 2010
REWINDING
Time goes...
without any comments on its march
I too,
like you and you
tried to make pauses
by the retakes
as when I met you first time
when we began to live in love
when my screams of pain
brought us blessings
after the bleeding wounds of my belly....
Yes.....
reasons have no limit
all for a 'rewind'
to meet all the happiness ever I had
to peel the silence off
and to rush back
to the lap of my grandma
to the songs of my winged dreams
But
I simply fails
and time
never turns a moments back
to chant a word of solace
to save the memories
as friends for evening
just not to be alone
in a seeming crowd......
And I wish
You and I
never live apart
never break the string
that plays the soul of love....
Once my portrait may smile in pride
just as
that moment was caught forever
I know
but if you fail
to link your attention
to the smile of my image
then I ll dissolve
in the mysterious time
.....not to stop anything
....not to make
any comments...
RAJULA V V
(ghss kuttaidy)
without any comments on its march
I too,
like you and you
tried to make pauses
by the retakes
as when I met you first time
when we began to live in love
when my screams of pain
brought us blessings
after the bleeding wounds of my belly....
Yes.....
reasons have no limit
all for a 'rewind'
to meet all the happiness ever I had
to peel the silence off
and to rush back
to the lap of my grandma
to the songs of my winged dreams
But
I simply fails
and time
never turns a moments back
to chant a word of solace
to save the memories
as friends for evening
just not to be alone
in a seeming crowd......
And I wish
You and I
never live apart
never break the string
that plays the soul of love....
Once my portrait may smile in pride
just as
that moment was caught forever
I know
but if you fail
to link your attention
to the smile of my image
then I ll dissolve
in the mysterious time
.....not to stop anything
....not to make
any comments...
RAJULA V V
(ghss kuttaidy)
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Nooru`s C.V Camp Doldrums
Short story
It was after the onslaught of another flash of lightning , Febina asked Nooru:
“Noorukka, you are acting as if you are eighty years old.”
Nooru could not make out what she was aiming at. He only knew that he had just made out with her. It was an obnoxious dud. An unsuccessful endeavour. After that , as usual, exhaling one`s disgust at oneself and tucking into a lot of frustration. Nooru took a look at her glum face and muttered:
“ I`m sorry”
It had stopped drizzling out side . Every leaf who had competed with each other for the heavenly touch of the falling rain drops seemed to have ended their rustling. Here, Nooru, turning pale and dry!
He could yet remember his words when he told his ‘coy mistress’ , with a sleazy glance, “ Molu, I just want to be alone with you for some time…… can`t you see, it`s going to shower?” , and her disgustful query whether he was able to cut any bloom after that prolonged dreariness of chopping red strokes across the adolescent exhibition of innocence on the white canvas with a monogram of one or another ill-fated Higher Secondary Principals.
Yes, Nooru could recall that too: “Look, Febi, …..the tedium of this da…valuation farce is not going to have its culmination soon. They say they are expecting another consignment from Kasargod…..may be this whole month …or next…”, and then . while neglecting the rise of those beautiful eye brows, and hugging her to seal her facial honey cup with his cigarette stenching thick lips , Nooru felt that his wife was slowly slipping into a state of euphoria. After all it was long since they shared that sort of a thing. The da…ed CV camp had already started taking a toll on his constitution. Nooru unzipped his black bag and taking a cue from it , Febina must have gathered a kind of wild energy into her rosy tissues. At this juncture , Nooru heaved a sigh of relief and somewhere in the dale of his mind millions of daffodils bloomed.
It was Febina who rolled down the mat and he could readily inhale the aroma of something she had smeared on it. Yes, he was sure he could stand to think about feeding on her all the ways she couldn`s even imagine at all. She also might have thought about changing the wall paper of her mind. Nooru had by that time discovered a new man in himself who was as strong as ‘ Neil Armstrong’!
But, alas……
A pesky mobile ring! .,.. A bolt from the blue!
Nooru just stretched his hand out and grabbed that nasty gadget. A flash of lightning ogled into their privacy. Nooru was staring at the number. It was Sreyas`s. The ELT- prodigy at the English C.V. camp. His chief. How come this guy calling me at this blissful moments? That had been Nooru`s first thought. He tuned his auditory sense to an anxious mode. Through the ear piece he could hear the husky voice of the young master: “ Nooru, …don`t panic please, …. I`ve just received a call from Trivandrum… yes, from our Exam J.D……yea, …nothing that sort of exorbitant allegations hopefully, ….but .. you could have been a little more conscious…..”
“Man, please shoot it!”
Nooru`s inflated balloons let out all that air they had achieved earlier, and presently, Shreyas`s words struck his heart on the wrong string :
“ J.D. asked me to tell you to leave for TVM tonight itself. Yea, so that you can reach there by tomorrow morning. I`m afraid you might`ve made one or two serious errors in the mark sheet we had prepared on our thirteenth day of valuation.”
“But Shreyas, you also had verified everything. “
“I`m a bit forgetful about that day`s business. See, I`m serious. .. right now he wants only your flesh. That`s all. Good Night”.
It had stopped raining outside. Only streaks of lightning.
“What`s it ? Anythihg wrong?” ….. the enquiry of a chicken heart.
Yes, Febina had already grasped the deflation in the body of her hubby. Her mind`s screen also went blank. She saw Nooru springing from the mat and turning on the lights and dumping himself into the bean bag. He was damp, both mentally and physically. That`s why Febina asked him:
“Noorukka, why do you act as if you are in your eighties?”. Or, did she really hide anything pungent in those words?
ABDUL NAZAR P
(ghss kallachi)
It was after the onslaught of another flash of lightning , Febina asked Nooru:
“Noorukka, you are acting as if you are eighty years old.”
Nooru could not make out what she was aiming at. He only knew that he had just made out with her. It was an obnoxious dud. An unsuccessful endeavour. After that , as usual, exhaling one`s disgust at oneself and tucking into a lot of frustration. Nooru took a look at her glum face and muttered:
“ I`m sorry”
It had stopped drizzling out side . Every leaf who had competed with each other for the heavenly touch of the falling rain drops seemed to have ended their rustling. Here, Nooru, turning pale and dry!
He could yet remember his words when he told his ‘coy mistress’ , with a sleazy glance, “ Molu, I just want to be alone with you for some time…… can`t you see, it`s going to shower?” , and her disgustful query whether he was able to cut any bloom after that prolonged dreariness of chopping red strokes across the adolescent exhibition of innocence on the white canvas with a monogram of one or another ill-fated Higher Secondary Principals.
Yes, Nooru could recall that too: “Look, Febi, …..the tedium of this da…valuation farce is not going to have its culmination soon. They say they are expecting another consignment from Kasargod…..may be this whole month …or next…”, and then . while neglecting the rise of those beautiful eye brows, and hugging her to seal her facial honey cup with his cigarette stenching thick lips , Nooru felt that his wife was slowly slipping into a state of euphoria. After all it was long since they shared that sort of a thing. The da…ed CV camp had already started taking a toll on his constitution. Nooru unzipped his black bag and taking a cue from it , Febina must have gathered a kind of wild energy into her rosy tissues. At this juncture , Nooru heaved a sigh of relief and somewhere in the dale of his mind millions of daffodils bloomed.
It was Febina who rolled down the mat and he could readily inhale the aroma of something she had smeared on it. Yes, he was sure he could stand to think about feeding on her all the ways she couldn`s even imagine at all. She also might have thought about changing the wall paper of her mind. Nooru had by that time discovered a new man in himself who was as strong as ‘ Neil Armstrong’!
But, alas……
A pesky mobile ring! .,.. A bolt from the blue!
Nooru just stretched his hand out and grabbed that nasty gadget. A flash of lightning ogled into their privacy. Nooru was staring at the number. It was Sreyas`s. The ELT- prodigy at the English C.V. camp. His chief. How come this guy calling me at this blissful moments? That had been Nooru`s first thought. He tuned his auditory sense to an anxious mode. Through the ear piece he could hear the husky voice of the young master: “ Nooru, …don`t panic please, …. I`ve just received a call from Trivandrum… yes, from our Exam J.D……yea, …nothing that sort of exorbitant allegations hopefully, ….but .. you could have been a little more conscious…..”
“Man, please shoot it!”
Nooru`s inflated balloons let out all that air they had achieved earlier, and presently, Shreyas`s words struck his heart on the wrong string :
“ J.D. asked me to tell you to leave for TVM tonight itself. Yea, so that you can reach there by tomorrow morning. I`m afraid you might`ve made one or two serious errors in the mark sheet we had prepared on our thirteenth day of valuation.”
“But Shreyas, you also had verified everything. “
“I`m a bit forgetful about that day`s business. See, I`m serious. .. right now he wants only your flesh. That`s all. Good Night”.
It had stopped raining outside. Only streaks of lightning.
“What`s it ? Anythihg wrong?” ….. the enquiry of a chicken heart.
Yes, Febina had already grasped the deflation in the body of her hubby. Her mind`s screen also went blank. She saw Nooru springing from the mat and turning on the lights and dumping himself into the bean bag. He was damp, both mentally and physically. That`s why Febina asked him:
“Noorukka, why do you act as if you are in your eighties?”. Or, did she really hide anything pungent in those words?
ABDUL NAZAR P
(ghss kallachi)
Processing the possessed information......
It is all well to acknowledge that collocations are an absolute must for precise linguistic expressions Being hand in glove with collocations make the verbal output attractively powerful
A collocation is two or more words that often go together These combinations just sound ''right" to native speakers who use them all the time On the other hand,other combinations may sound wrong or unnatural
collocations runs through the whole of english language It takes a greater degree of competence with the language to combine than correctly in productive use
NATURAL ENGLISH UNNATURAL ENGLISH
the fast train the quick train
fast food quick food
a quick shower a fast shower
a quick meal a fast meal
Why learn collocations
1 your language will be more natural and more easily understood
2 you will have alternative and richer ways of expressing yourself
3 it is easier for our brains to remember and use language
How to learn collocations
1 Be aware of collocations and try to recognise than when you see or hear them
2 treat collocations or single blocks of language
3 when you learn a new word write down other words that collocate with for instance -remember
i rightly remembered the days of our last year course
remember vaguely
remember distictly
remember vividly
Read as much as possible as it is excellent way to learn collocations in context
ANEESH KORAMBATTA
(aneeshkorambatta@gmail.com)
A collocation is two or more words that often go together These combinations just sound ''right" to native speakers who use them all the time On the other hand,other combinations may sound wrong or unnatural
collocations runs through the whole of english language It takes a greater degree of competence with the language to combine than correctly in productive use
NATURAL ENGLISH UNNATURAL ENGLISH
the fast train the quick train
fast food quick food
a quick shower a fast shower
a quick meal a fast meal
Why learn collocations
1 your language will be more natural and more easily understood
2 you will have alternative and richer ways of expressing yourself
3 it is easier for our brains to remember and use language
How to learn collocations
1 Be aware of collocations and try to recognise than when you see or hear them
2 treat collocations or single blocks of language
3 when you learn a new word write down other words that collocate with for instance -remember
i rightly remembered the days of our last year course
remember vaguely
remember distictly
remember vividly
Read as much as possible as it is excellent way to learn collocations in context
ANEESH KORAMBATTA
(aneeshkorambatta@gmail.com)
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