Saturday, June 21, 2008

A walk in the fields......................

Listen.....its huge rain drops tapping on the Teak leaves.Where do the ferns learned to dance with them?The whole washed Ixora stands humbly bend.Let us step out of home to the thrilling greenary of the field.Paddy is half immersed in water.You can't step through the narrow walk way which reminds of moors from some novels.
But try slowly walking on more firmer hummocks.You can explore a magical world full of lush vegetation and mirthy music!!!!!!! Its true,i have tried it many times.
The grass grown hummocks hide crickets,snails(usually with a heap of eggs laid),and a lot of unknown creatures.Snakes raise their head from water as if you are an alien(Hey,i'm living near by, the only thing is its after a long while i'm visiting your place!). By the next movement you make , they crwal under water.Grasses wear drops of crystal clear water on top.
Yup, its the bull frog here! They are the drummers of the evening Jugalbandi lead by crickets.I remember how i adored their concert while walking with my father when i was a child. The loud music penetrates your ear drum and you are lost in it.
take a look into the deep sedentary waters.Hey,this might be some animated movie set! Small fishes with bright spots on their head swimming among the high grown water plants. I have always waited for Ariel or some other mermaid to come into my sight...................



Who s that pecking my feet from behind? Oh my god, that leggy crab!!!!!Its nice to watch him moving but i swear not much nice to get in to his hold.These crabs are haunted by foxes at night( Foxes, the night riders,are the howling bad boys.U don't have to startle up from sleep ,just cuddle up the pillow).
Leave the crab and look at the sky.A fleet of Herons flying away.Ofcourse they can out shine any airforce fleet.Its their cousins(i suppose so) Egrets who meditate on one legg for hours.
The bomber Kingfishers scoop from the nearby trees. They are the always victorious people with their precision.
Wow, here comes my favourite of all.The Miss Universe of this land!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The gorgeous white breasted Waterhen. This beautiful marsh bird have such a rhythmic walk that you stare breathless .Its the cocked-up tail movement that shows the bright rusty red underneath.But be careful not to shout of excitement, she is a shy girl.Her big appeal comes with the Kwaak-kwaak(once i read somewhere that there was a contradiction about what they are yelling.Is it Kwaak-kwaak or Gwaak-gwaak.This story is used to laugh at the useless of all the quarrels).Ok..she tells its gonna be the night fall.Lets go back home now.It may rain anytime and the foxes show up..................

Friday, June 20, 2008

Bye till we meet again.......................

Another 'good bye' time.....the rush of so called fare wells,slam books n all.Those long four years r gonna end here.I don't remember me being sentimental in any of such times....10th ,12th......no,nowhere..........Always i have been optimistic about meeting my friends again .But its entirely different this time.....I might be the laziest girl who reluctantly attended as less classes as possible(Oh,that s how i made into the condonation list).I talked to my class mates very less.Barely hung around with them .Still i feel like i'm gonna miss them so badly in the coming days.

Just can't think about leaving KBLH.It was our Empire.All those 'dance till you drop ' nights,the howling during the power cuts,filmsy fights with seniors,posters,cats,Onam feast,nine o'clock rounds of matron........the list goes on.

What if i come back as a visitor,one day?Oh ,some body occupying my space in 401!Better i won't go back for a long time.May be time will change envies to nostalgia.
I will be looking forward to the boxy image of M.E.S.College Of Engg.Kuttippuram on the top of hill to appear in to sight as i passby ,some day.
Any way ,friends bye till we meet again............................................