Country roads Take me Home …

country roads ...

Do you remember how you used to scream on top of your lungs when caught up with whatever games you’re playing? I miss doing that. It may sound crazy, but the fact is I do. This is one of the many things I miss about my childhood. Whenever I think back about my childhood, in all those memories the place is the same: Locarno, Switzerland.

I was born in Locarno, Switzerland. I grew up and did my first grade there. After that I came down here to India. Since the day I was left in the boarding school in Piravom, Kerala I’ve missed the place every single day consciously and unconsciously. Whatever limited happiness that I’ve had in my life it was always experienced in Locarno.

There is nothing that I DON’T miss about Locarno; from basic food items to the very simple yet beautiful things like the fresh smell of the grass on the arrival of spring and Marguerite daisies. Sigh!!!

Ha!! The  one song that I can relate to without a moment’s thought is this:

“Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads.”

Ok… you can ignore the “WEST VIRGINIA” part …but you get what I mean right?


Broken Beyond Repair …

You know the lies that we try to convince ourselves very hardly? it is like a thirsty person fooled by a mirage and when he tries to take a dip and falls hard; that is when he realizes that it was nothing but a lie. It hurts to admit to yourself that what you had forced yourself to believe in was nothing but a big fat lie.

Admitting to yourself that all this while you’d been lying to you is a big step. A big step towards adulthood; this is something that I read in a book long time back. I still remember thinking to myself: “what?! What do you mean lying to yourself? Is that even possible?” ha!! To think that I was all but ignoring a big lie to myself at that time …

So if you think about it, I have finally come in terms with “THE” lie… Now, that I’ve learned the truth, what am I supposed to do? Kill myself? Or thank God for not making life as horrible as that girl, about whom I read in the paper today morning? Is this what being an adult is all about; too many questions but no answers?

It was so much easier to be a kid … no doubts, no worries and no inhibitions …

As they say, “don’t cry over spilled milk”; I would as well just face it and get it over. But seriously, why should we all be gifted with a mirage called childhood, if it was to be ripped off from us at the end of the day?

Funny how we all are chasing after that meaningless mirage  only to be disappointed …

dreams and hope broken beyond repair ...

Head over heals in love with S.T.C.

So my first year in college has finally come to an end. Yesterday,with all the hostelites loading their trunks and books into their cars, the atmosphere reminded me of the last day in Hogwarts. If there had been a TERESIAN EXPRESS, it would have been perfect.

my college!!!

Let me say this much: although I’ve always tried to make people NOT complain about the college; deep down inside my heart I’d doubted whether I would ever like this college. But now, as one year comes to an end I’m sure that I’ve already fallen “head over heals” in love with MY college to back off.

My College is a women’s college and I was under the misconception that college life in a co-ed. Institution is much more fun, than in a women’s college. Ha!! I’m one person who has and WILL make wrong judgments about people, things and what-not; but THIS was the biggest of all.

I had always thought that the front bench is a place of boredom. Well, long story short, I was wrong (AGAIN!!) Amina, if you’re reading this: HIGH FIVE MAN!!! 😀

Another friend who has made it easy for me to love my college is Rose. She is funny in her own way;but what I enjoyed the most is, the times Amina and Lourdes teased her. Rose: I seriously am tempted to write the “P.E teacher” story but, you’re my friend after all. 😉

To top it all off, we had an awesome teacher for a class teacher: Preethy ma’am. She is beautiful, fun-loving and strict when she has to be. She is a teacher that students will obey not out of fear, but out of respect and love.

Coming to St. Teresa’s college has been one of the best things of my life; and like you said, Amina: “thank God, we have a NEXT year.”

I L.O.V.E Taylor swift’s Songs.

Taylor Swift

I’ve RECENTLY (i.e., very recently) become a Taylor Swift fan. It all started one day, way back in January when Amina sang “teardrops on my guitar” for me and me ending up in tears…(well… don’t ask!! ) the song was BEAUTIFUL !!! That evening I went back home; listened to the song; Googled Taylor Swift and read about her (yup!! This is the way I do stuff.). All that I could think was, damn!! She writes beautiful songs!!


So, anyway as usual,  Amina sings another song that I don’t know (I’m so used to this right now … *sigh…) and she tells me it is yet another Taylor swift song and yeah…you know the drill…

I think the most suitable quote to describe how much i like her songs  would be Stephanie Meyer’s (though I can stand her twilight saga no longer,): I am “unconditionally and irrevocably in love” with her songs. 😀


The simplicity and the resulted innocence of her lyrics is what make her songs endearing to me. I mean, c’mon!! tell me one person who cannot be touched by these words:


[…]He’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He’s the song in the car I keep singing,
Don’t know why I do […]


So anyway all I’m trying to say is that I love Taylor swift’s songs and I always will no what people say. Period.

here is the lyrics of the other song i was talking about 🙂 :


Friday night beneath the stars
In a field behind your yard
You and I are painting pictures in the sky

And sometimes we don’t say a thing
Just listen to the crickets sing
Everything I need is right here by my side

And I know everything about you
I don’t wanna live without you

I’m only up when you’re not down
Don’t wanna fly if you’re still on the ground
It’s like no matter what I do

Well, you drive me crazy half the time
The other half I’m only trying
To let you know that what I feel is true
And I’m only me when I’m with you

Just a small town boy and girl
Living in the crazy world
Trying to figure out what is and isn’t true

And I don’t try to hide my tears
The secrets, all my deepest fears
Through it all nobody gets me like you do

And you know everything about me
You say that you can’t live without me

[ From: ]

I’m only up when you’re not down
Don’t wanna fly if you’re still on the ground
It’s like no matter what I do

Well, you drive me crazy half the time
The other half I’m only trying
To let you know that what I feel is true
And I’m only me when I’m with you

When I’m with anybody else
It’s so hard to be myself
And only you can tell

That I’m only up when you’re not down
Don’t wanna fly if you’re still on the ground
It’s like no matter what I do

Well, you drive me crazy half the time
The other half I’m only trying
To let you know that what I feel is true

And I’m only me
Who I wanna be
Well, I’m only me when I’m with you
With you, oh, yeah

– link for the above song.



A typical class test.

At this moment

With the blank page before me,

All I can curse now

Is my blank mind and its lack of words.

What goes around

Comes around – they say;

It is so true – is all I can say.

If I had done my job the day before,

This helplessness could have been avoided,

But hey! Me not doing it

Is what makes me a typical student.


I hail my imagination

For abandoning me

At times like these

With not a word to fill the page.


Her Rebirth …

She’d finally summoned 

The confidence and will power

To leave behind her demons

And run away.


She’d suffered for too long

And decided enough is enough.

Packing a few pens and her precious journal,

She runs and runs and runs …


Far, far away from the place

She once called “Home”

Exhausted, she stops.

While dropping the bag and herself

To the ground, she lets the tears fall

For the first time in years.


All the tears dried up,

The hole in the heart getting wider and wider

She takes out her journal and starts writing

Not caring for the grammar, spellings and rhymes.


Writing and writing

She goes to sleep.

That night – the first in years;

– She slept like a baby.


The next day she wakes up

To the song of the birds

And the sweet scent of daisies.

She was happy.


She takes a look at her journal,

At all the words spilled across the page,

And is happy that she is finally free,

Free to do the one thing she’s destined for.


She’d resurrected

hope ...

From her own ashes;

Like a Phoenix does

And she was ready to fly high …

Jilted by Dogs … :(

I don’t understand the relationship between dogs and Papa. Even the most

isn't he cute?? ❤

ferocious stray dog will start wagging its tail and obey any commands that Pappa says!!! It is irritating … really. Georgappoopan, one of our neighbours has a St.Bernard named Jacky. He has the habit of coming to our gate every evening at 18:30 for a piece of bread that Papa  gives him.

Today, since Papa was busy on the phone, he asked me to give Jacky the piece of bread. This idiot dog(I’m really sorry if I’m hurting any animal lovers….I’m a lover of dogs myself, just got a bit emotional you know…), jumps and barks at me until I start yelling for Papa. Anyway the story ends with Papa coming and giving Jacky the piece of bread himself. See what I mean ??

The moment I mention to Papa  about the tendency of dogs to favor him to others, he quotes his usual answer ( which makes my 8 year old brother roll his eyes, :D), “I possess a certain innocence that humans have lost in the process of evolution.”. Yeah right; innocence my foot!!! 😦

PS: don’t get me wrong …I am dog lover myself … just that when it comes to me and Papa, well … they tend to choose him. 😦

ROFL!!!! LMAO!!!! 😀