Fun Filled hostel life


The first time I saw my college hostel ,oops its was like an isolated place and I felt I wont be able to stay more than an hour there. But I spend a year and half in that place which gifted me lovely memories  with my lovely friends and seniors and juniors.

I was all alone the first day when I joined the hostel , it was around a month since the college opened and so , when its morning , I run to college, because that was a familiar place then than my hostel. In the evening when I return , many were returning from their home after a weekend , so I felt happy , at least its not isolated. 

Everything started to be fun when I met my other 4 friends ,who are still my best buddies. We shared a good understanding , it was fun to be with them. They were the only reason , I didn’t miss my home much. One of them , we used to spent talking all the time , even late nights, it was always fun to be with her. I can say she is one of them who knows me very well. The funny coincidence was that mine and her dob were next to next.Another one ,she was like a nightingale for me, lovely voice she had , she used to sing for me , my favorite song,even if I ask her to repeat it 10 times :).She was different from all of us , quite , beautiful , merciful ,lovely and many more.Everyday morning she used to pick a bible reading from her box and read it to us, and I somehow like it still. 

The other two were like conjoined twins , when I say twins , its just that , they were always together .Many of them though they were sisters too , even though they never looked alike. 🙂 But all five of us had fun filled days, we used to wear similar pattern dresses to college, always went to college and returned from there together. 

Anywhere we want go , we used to be together.We even had combined studies , even though  we were in different streams. It was fun to study with them, though none of us studied anything.We used to spent hours and hours talking to each other and playing.

I  still miss them a lot , even though all are busy in their own lives , we still find time to talk to each other , That’s all about friendship. :)I

When I think of hostel , how can I ever forget my lovely seniors ,they were the best , but unfortunately ,they were in the final year and had to go soon , even then we had the best memories ever. My seniors were too friendly too ,they were like my own sister to me. They cared and shared with us everything.Few weeks before , when I was able to find all of them in Facebook , I was the happiest .Its like back into a family.When they left the hostel , after their studies , it was like a house where we never had someone to guide us.

My juniors were too good too. I always wanted to be like a big sister to them. Am not sure whether I was , but there were a few among them , who will be always my favorite. 🙂

At least when I look back to my good old days , I don’t regret that I never enjoyed , and grateful that I had some lovely people around me.




Nandoos first haircut…




It was almost summer in Basel , and Nandu had turned 1 just 2 months back, so as customary we decided to shave her hair off , so that new healthy hair grows in its place. 

Here in Basel , to shave her head , we went to a Srilankan’s saloon , because there was no other place better for it. Since everyone at home said , its better to cut her hair on a good day and we waited for the good day, since Sundays here all the shops are closed the only option was on Saturday or any other working day. But Saturday  , we never do anything for the first time , some superstitious belief. 🙂

Then one day , when Nandoos dad came for lunch , we decided to take her for a haircut, since he had time then. I made her ready , even I tagged along , because we were not sure whether she will sit quietly there . We heard from many other parents that kids scream , when they ar having a haircut, so we were skeptical about it. 

When we  were their at the saloon , she became quite because it was guy who was cutting the hair. So we made her sit there on the chair, where the person had lifted the seat up by putting another layer of cushion on the chair.

Then he took a sharp knife kind of thing and I got scared as usual.Then he took a  trimmer and looked at  Nandu , she was still calm. She was looking around and thinking about what we were about to do to her.A clothe was put around her neck and she was looking at the mirror so keenly. 

He started to trim her hair and I was looking at Nandoos face , she seemed to be so excited and not knowing whats happening she was looking at the way they guy was trimming. Her eyes were right on the mirror looking at herself. Then when the barber  started to use the knife kind of thing , I was scared if she will get injured , but as usual she was excited and enjoying her first haircut.

After the haircut the barber gave her lollipop ,since she was silent and calm during the whole session.  :)We never forget the way she was sitting there for her haircut, it was so beautiful and I cherish it in my heart.


A lovely morning



 My favorite time of the day is early morning , if ever I get up , early. I do know that getting up early , makes you feel fresh and the day goes good .But unfortunately ,sometimes my mind and body does not synchronize. 🙂

In my native place , I get up with my lovely mom and take a fresh bath and go to temple. When I am back from the temple , I sit on the sofa with a cup of hot tea (mmm… I just love it) and enjoy the newspaper.

Our house is in a beautiful place , its quite away from the road , but even then , sounds of vehicles on the road can be heard. In spite of all these , its quite silent. There are lot many trees small and big around the house , sometimes I do feel that, those trees obstruct the view of our house from the streets, but sometimes its quite good.

When I sit on the steps of our house , I can see the bright sun’s rays  peeping out of the leaves standing right on its way .In between those leaves , the sunlight looks like diamonds hidden under the bushes. Birds chirping around and looking out for food. 

Right in front of our house ,we have a tulsi plant ,that is considered a sacred plant. The sun’s rays falls directly on its leave , in the morning , giving it a godly look. Whenever we used to fall sick in , my grandma used to give us a medicinal tea ,which is made of this tulsi leaves and its truly worth drinking.In the dusk , we light a lamp right near the plant , its traditional .

Those lovely mornings are like dreams now, I miss them a lot.



Cartoons !!



How many of you love to watch cartoons ? 

Am sure pretty many of them love to watch cartoons and the first one that comes to our mind is ‘Tom and Jerry’ . But nowadays there are quite many channels with lot many different cartoons in it.

When Nandu was around 8 months , I search cartoons for her, so that she can watch them. The one I found was pocoyo a little boy in a blue dress .The cartoon was too good , it had only few characters in it – a dog , an elephant , a bird , a small bird , a caterpillar .Then going forward in other series they had added up a few. But overall it was appealing .

Nandu loved to watch that little boy play around. At first she never noticed when I kept this cartoon on , but later on she started to ask ” amma , pocoyo”. Now its like , I have to ask her  to stop watching , since I cannot watch anything else.

I do love to watch her when she keeps pocoyo in the laptop and imitates whatever goes on in that episodes. She remembers every single dialog and action without even looking at the screen.Its really fun to see her mimic everything as such in the pocoyo series.

Now she has more favorites too , like ‘peppa pig’, ‘Ben and holly’  and many more to come.Sometime I too love to sit and watch with her all these cartoon, reminding me about my good old days with my brother , when we used to watch scooby doo, richy rich , swat cats etc. in cartoon network.

During pregnancy , I loved to watch little Krishna , which was then aired on nick channel. The lovely little Krishna ,was so adorable. The animation was superb that I fell in love with that little Krishna , he was so adorable and endearing and spiritual.

Sometimes I think, that being a kid again is so amazing, at least nobody will make fun of us watching cartoons.:), though I don’t bother all those.


Vexatious journey from Bangalore to ernakulam




I always loved train journey ever since I was a kid. Looking out of the window , enjoying the fast moving world , the touch of the breeze on my hair , sometimes little droplets of rain falling on my cheeks during the rainy season , journey was fun .

When I moved to Bangalore , myself and my husband used to go to Kerala , by train , if ever we get the tickets else it was the boring bus journey.I experienced the proper local train rush , one day when we had to go in the local compartment.It was a dreadful journey , I think I ever had.

That day , we were so happy , that we had booked the tickets for home by train , since it was the first time after marriage that we were travelling in train. We got down from office , earlier so that so we could reach the station on time . As we reached the station , we realized that,the ticket we booked was for the day train and not the one for evening. We didn’t know what to do, we stood there thinking , totally insecure.

Our families were waiting for us there back home , since it was Onam holidays .Then we decided to take a local compartment ticket and as the time was nearing , we reached near the train to board the train. As I stood there , I was stunned as I saw people were like cluster of bees moving into the beehive , I was not going to board that train at any cost . We stood there waiting for the last train to come.

At 9 the last train came and we went in ans sat in the general compartment . As minutes passed , the compartment was getting filled , more and more people were boarding the train , and the compartment looked smaller for such a big group of people .At last the train moved , someway we tried to manage to sleep a little , I don’t know when I slept, may be when I was tired of seeing peoples faces , I slept off.

It was early morning , when I opened my eyes , I noticed the train wasn’t moving , I asked my husband what had happened. When I came to know , the train was stopped because of a silly strike and the train will not move until evening . I was outraged , but what to do then , we were stuck in some unknown place. 

Many started to abandon the train , and took the road way. We too decide to go on, some way we got a group taxi and went to the nearest bus  service area, can’t call it a city anyways.We got a bus from there , to Coimbatore and from there we took another bus to Cochin. 

To add more fun to our journey , this bus which we boarded , had its tire punctured at least 3 times during the whole journey.Someway ,we reached the Kerala border ,after hours and hours of waiting . To continue our journey , we took a local bus commuting in the local area and some way we reached Trichur. 

At last we had an hour more to our home , we were damn hungry and it was almost afternoon and we decided to eat.After that the last bus to board to our home came and we took the bus.But as we anticipated , it took almost 3 hours to reach our city , just because there was road work going on.

Not to end in the journey in a bad way , we reached home at around 6, we were so tired ,exhausted and more over cursing the whole government and the people and our fate too to have such a journey.

Even though the journey was quite different from any other journey we took up, I realized that we were more blessed .

“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” 
― Albert Einstein

Crazy reading !!!



I was reading around 2 at night , and I realized  , it was too late , since my body was not responding  as  my mind wanted it to.My eyes were burning , since I have been reading since 10 and I was engrossed in reading that book. 

Do you know what was I reading ? To some it will seem to be stupid , and to others little crazy , it was Twilight saga. I saw the movies except the last one , at least a few times , i loved the movie.And I was crazy to know what was the story ahead , out of excitement , i searched for the books all along and I got it downloaded from the Internet.I was happy and I started to read the last book , in the series , but I felt I was lost somewhere, I was not able to link the story that I had seen to what is written , then I decided to read it from first.

In just 4 days , I finished reading the whole book , it was crazy times ,I spend sleepless nights , reading .just to know what happens in the end. I realized  one thing then , that reading was far better than watching movies. Reading improves our imagination and movies kills it , since what imagination can do , reality cannot.

Every book , i start to read , I draw a picture in my mind and that helps me a lot  to enjoy reading, but its just not my potential , but the writer , because he/she has the lovely imagination which can be imparted into us.

Reading is no fun , when we cannot enjoy it .

Where is happiness ?




Whenever am about to write something , why is that I feel like writing about negative things around me. I feel negative thoughts are  more influential  , but then I think , what is the point in writing about all those , which is all about hatred ,when we cannot change anything around us. What we can do , is to implement change in ourselves , or in our family, or in our thoughts and that begins to happen only when we ready for it .

Sometimes I write and erase everything , it  helps me to get out all those negative thoughts , so that I make room for my positive ones . I look at my lovely little sweet heart , who does not know what this evil world around us has kept in store and always pray that I could protect her from all the evil ones as long as am with her.

When I look at her , all my love comes out and am able to pen down those beautiful thoughts I have.I never wanted to write about anything that hurts someones feeling knowingly or unknowingly Why should we do so ? Its us ,not them who is responsible for hurting ourselves. Its not because they come to hurt us , its because we stand for it and let them hurt us.

No forces can bend us down , until our willpower dies out. Everyone is a part of the blame game , we blame each other for everything that is happening around us , just to get a peace of mind. But whats happiness or peace of mind, how do we achieve it ? Do we get it when we hurt others through words and deeds? No

Its only achieved  from freedom , a good conscience, a good health and a good job  where we are respected for what we are doing . No one can be happier , if they are only aiming their happiness by hurting someone else. 

“Happiness and Moral duty are inseparably connected.”

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