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Stranded in a crowded place,
Looking for someone to guide me
Afraid I'm losing grip
Need help...but cant seem to find it.

Would somebody hold my hand,
Take me to a safer place.
No one wants to help me
I scream my lungs out
No one seems to care.

Is it just me?
Or is the world getting colder?
Life is not the way it seems
I realise as I'm getting older.
Dreams remain dreams.
My fears are getting stronger.

Wake up!!... somebody..
Right now all I need is a shoulder.
Could you be my friend?
Because,
I cant seem to take this any longer!

I'm looking for a face that seems familiar.
But as i get closer,
All I see are shadows..
Shadows from the past,
Shadows of the present,
Shadows of the future.

This isn't the way its supposed to be,
This isn't the life i had in mind for me.
If this is a dream..
Could somebody wake me?
Because nothings going right
Everything's a mess..
And I'm tired of being alone.

Wake up!!....somebody!
I need a hand..
I need a shoulder...
I need somebody to help me cross this boulder.

I close my eyes
And I wish really hard..
Because I don't want any of this in my future..

...All I want is for this nightmare to be over.

"god's own land" part 3

My last few minutes in cochin!...Its complete chaos.......Our train is at nine and we have half an hour to get ready and leave....So bloggers...im going to try my best to let you know what I did today.
due to my obsession with fort cochin i decided to check out the oldest synagogue in Asia....built by the Jews and remodified by the Dutch about 2 years after it was built..Unfortunately i overlooked the fact that today was saturday and today's a day off..and the synagogue was closed!...to make up for it we decided to check out the fort cochin Dutch museum... Apparently a couple of years ago the dutch bombed a temple and they repaid the ruler varma by giving him their palace...which king varma used...as his headquaters and later moved in.
the museum was like a portal that took you back in time, with old drawings on the walls ,of the various kings, of lord krishna and other Hindu gods. there were some remains of the period of the dutch....like some hand made maps of "coychin" and coins ...Stamps..even some old Portuguese outfits in velvet trimmed with gold embroidery...a suit that belonged to king varma..decked in gold embroidery and loads of weaponry.....i was dumbstruck...exitement rushed!

we later went to have lunch at an out door eatery.."la rondez vous". where we could by fresh fish and give it to the cook to make it exactly the way were liked....*sigh*...i wish my trip was a little longer! im already late so i better stop now...will fill you in on more detalis when im on home ground. until then.....live strong and dream on!

"god's own land" part-2

5.30 a.m...Piiinnnng!!!! goes the clock alarm.."It's not supposd to be this way!!..im on holiday remember!" i screamed out loud trying to get my head to stop going bang bang in unison with the ping of the alarm..and to find my sister sound asleep as if the loud ping was just a bird churping...was another mind boggeling thing!
i decided to get out of bed at around 6.30 because lying in bed pretending to be asleep was not something i was good at. after going about my morning rituals i went strait out to the dining room. the ladies of the family were busy getting the breakfast ready i senced with the amazing smells from the kitchen, the men of the house...i.e my uncles and my dad, were glued to the television watching the repeat of yesterdays world cup matches, and me being a futbol fanatic myself headed straight to the couch!
at around 9.30 the exitement began.."tulsi wants us there as early as possible!..we have exactly one hour to get there!", "who took the iron?! i need it now"...."dont forget to take the camera!..wait dont we have to pick up mr.s and mrs.s on the way there?". questoins,orders, crys for help were heard all over the house as we all tried to get ready on time fortunately every one at home was ready by 10 and we reached the hotel where the engagement was to take place by 10.50...

The first thing i noticed when i enterd the hall was the bright colours in the room, all the ladies were so beautifully dressd with hair all pinned up as if out of a bridal magazine and my couzin, the bride-to-be all pretty in a red and gold saree sitting on the stage next to the groom-to-be. Cameras,relatives ,waiters with treys were all over the place people laughing, hugging as if reunited afer a long time; children running around, the parents to the to-be-newly weds running around making sure everything was alright. for some one like me who hasent been for a wedding in over 5 years this was a sight i was soo amused by- the colours, the lights, the decor, the sounds, the smells , and how could i forget! the food!

at the end of the function, you could see on evryones faces that all they wanted to do was just plop on their beds and catch up on some zzzzz's.

we got home at 4.00 pm. and decided that we should rest before we decided to venture out.

at around 6.00 opm we were on our way to fort cochin, if you havent been to fort cochin before make sure that fort cochin is your next destination on your next holiday trip.

in a way fort cochin is some what like goa, but since i havent been to goa yet, i cant comapare the two. but fort cochin is an amazing place!

we decided to dine at the koder house as we had herd alot about it, and trust me koder house was better than i expected. Before koder house became a lodge , it belonged to acouple of Jewish people for about 200 years and looked like something out of an english novel. actually alomst all the houses at fort cochin lokd like they were something out of an english novel.

koder house is a lodge with 8 to 10 suites all diffrent from each other, a spa centere, a restraunt that has amazing food and a cute little pool at the back.

another must se when you are in fort cochin!

my last day in cochin has arrived...which means im back to school in 2 days....*sigh**wimper wimper*

my fellow bloggers im off on my last day of adventure in cochin, and as i try to see the world from a new point of view i shall fill you in later. untill then--feast your eyes on this! the chinese fishing nets...only found in fort cochin..and an amazing sunset which i totaly fell in love with!!

"gods own land"

After my trip to malaysia last year in september to watch the motogp i decided to jott down evry thing that happens on every trip i ever go on, so i'l never ever forget the experiences i had.
this time im in chochin..
ocasion: my couzins engagement. time of blogg: 12.50 am.
on the aircraft as we reached cochin, the first thing i saw when i looked down was GREEN....green as in dark fresh greenery all over; but nothing could beat the view while we wer landing..oh man! that was beyond amazing!....a blue sky...greeen trees..Coconut trees hundreds all over! and red brick houses coverd with brownn dried coconut leaved rooftops...and the meandering river was beyond beautiful!
the airport was a cozy small place which loked like it was out of a drawing...and inside it were small stalls for tourist to book a resort and other stuff like that...it really fealt like you were in a coastal holidfay spot.
As soon as i reached my aunts place, my Couzin, as it was her engagement the next day, came rushing out and hugged us and dragged us into the room to get mehendi put on our hands.
"do you want it on both the sides of your hands? do you want it all the way till your elbow or just til your wrist??"...questions kept flowing and i had no clue which to answe first..so al i did was leave it to my couzin hoo went on rambelling very quickly in malayalam tellin the lasied to make it simple and that i had never put mehendi before.
The ladies while drawing out thwe pattern with the mixture spoke amongst them selves and acted as this was one of the easiest things ever creates..trust me, its NOT as easy as it looks.
i had to wait for 2 whole hours while the mehendi dried up before i could wash it off..and that was another iritating part because i wasent allowe to "wash" ti off..i simply had to scrape off all the driend mehendi and oil my hands for a litle while before i actualy washes it.(if you dont have patience and if you hapeen to be fidgity..this is not for you).
then the entier family...(ours is really really big)...gatherd outside in the garden for dinner and had a blast.
looking at my hands now, i hadnt realise how dark the print would be....and as my sis and i share our room with our couzins while we'r here...i better go to bed before i wake anybody up...
..with more news on the engagement i shall write 2morro.
good night..or rather good morning!

The story of the runaway

She thought they were special
She thought they were different.
She thought they were happy,
She thought they were inseparable.
Yet she was deceived by what she thought.

Behind closed doors
Was another side to her life.
The side she never knew off;
Once the veils were lifted
She saw the light.

Torn apart by secrets,
By anger, by jealousy.
Her heart melted,
Sadness took over.

Ashamed by what she believed
Afraid she would be like them.
Her fight for survival
Her longing for freedom
Began that moment.

She never thought it was possible
At least not to her.
The act they put up
When anyone was near
Was almost unbelievable..
Could pass of to be real!

Yet,as she watched the show
As she played the role;
She wanted to scream.
She wanted to flee!

Her heart screamed run
But her feet said no.
She didn't know what to do,
She had no place to go.

Torn apart by secrets
All covered by lies
she watched them go by
As if everything was all right.

Her heart ached for comfort
Her knees unsteady
Her eyes filled with tears
As she tries to look around,
For some one she knows
For someone who cares.

"Why did this happen?
This must not be!
Cant they hear me?
Cant they see
The same way i see?
the same pain i feel?"

Alone and lonely
She tries not to think
About how they deceived her,
Or about how she felt.

She prays that shes dreaming
But gets knocked between the eyes
To remind her of reality
To tell her to run.

Pied piper

The young ones are calling
They long for you to play.
Come Pied piper,
Come take them away.
Yet be kind Mr.piper,
Their minds are like clay.
Please mould them right;
They break, if you do it the wrong way.

There are some that don't know you.
There are some that don't care.
Pied piper,Pied piper-
Don't let them go astray.

I did not know you were there
I had no clue where.
Pied piper, Pied piper
I was asleep when you played.

You came that one day;
You played and you played.
But Pied piper, dear sir
You left one child that day.

I ran and I ran
Tried to follow your tune.
I ran and I ran
But you never knew.

Pied piper dear sir,
I tried to find my way,
I longed to be among them
I longed to feel the same.

I waited for years
For you to take me away.
But Mr.Piper, kind sir
You never came back again.

Those children have come back
Moulded the right way.
Their moulds,though similar
Are brittle and strong.

Pied piper,pied piper
I molded mine,my way.
My mold is different,
Its taking too long;
I don't know the right temperature,
I know not the right song.

Pied piper, pied piper
I blame you not, for this.
Yet Pied piper,
I have just one wish.

It gets lonely and dark
It gets scary i must say!

Pied piper,pied piper
Please play me a tune,
A simple one would do.
Just to tell me you're there
To tell me you care.
Pied piper, pied piper
Please don't turn on me ...
Again.

The silent heart

She longs to be alive,
She longs to be free,
Her heart...empty.
Her soul longing for life.

She sits at her window,
Watching the world pass by.
Watching children play,
Young ones in love.
Her heart longing to be among them,
Her heart longing to be alive.

As her soul remains tortured,
Empty and lonely.
She longs to be in love,
She longs to run free;
She longs for the excitement
even to climb a tree!

Yet she knows
Her wishes remain unfulfilled.
She knows her time has come.
She will meet with her maker,
She shall rise up to the sun.

A poet on a motorcycle

As he travels around the world,
Destined to find himself.
He rides across lands
From dusk to dawn;
His heart fills with sadness
For he longs for his true love,his fair maden.
Her love he has not conquered;
Her love saved for another.
As he rides through deserts
Across lands and seas;
A small poem he writes for thee:

'My love, my love. I long to
Touch your soft skin.
I long to see the moonlight
Shining upon your lovely face.

If you would say the word my dear,
Just one little word;
I'd travel the seas,climb mountains,
Walk across the sandy deserts
Just to be beside you.

I'd sit beside you for hours
Just so you can rest your
Gentle head upon my shoulder.

My love, sweet love
I long to feel your lips,
Your soft tender lips;
I long for that one kiss.'

He sat in the shadows,with his eyes shut tight. Imagining she was beside him holding him through the night.
His love for her, for his fair maden was all that he had. Was all that kept him going through out the night.But when he reached the end of his journey he saw his fair maden, his heart filled with glee. He knew he could not have her, he knew she was betrothed..yet he saw his fair maden...her smile was all he wanted to see.

THE VOICES

THE VOICES!

accepella.classics..or just plain music.That's what our bands all about!...what we do best is what we love.

Riyanka,Sathvika,Roshni,Shreya,Shirin,Shruths and me. A love for music that's brought us so close. Each of us are so different and unique and special in our own little way and each one of them as beautiful as can be(and i say it as a friend). Someone once told me,"some things happen for a reason"...and that's something iv grown to believe.

As i said before, each individual in our band is so distinctly different from each other that its surprising that we get along so god damn well; and yes we do have our ups and down..(c'mon,we're not that perfect!) But even with the bumpy rides we look past that and stand by each other in times of need.

If you saw us growing up you wouldn't believe we would have ever lasted this long being friends,forget forming a band, that i believe is one of the best today .

Most of the credit goes to Roshni,our band leader,the best vocalist iv ever heard..and I'm not saying this because she's part of our band but because she has been the binding force that has gotten us this far. Our band has been through the bumpiest road any amature school accepella band would go through,with some of our parents,most of our teachers and a couple of "friends" who never actually 'listened' to us sing. Then there's Riyanka and Sathvika..amazing and cool..really friendly chicks who know what fun really means.Shirin with her angelic voice and her craze for Prince William.. and the entire royal family, is the girl next door who always loves to to find new music for us to try out..and apparently is the only sane one in our band.Shruths,our double bassist...who we're really proud of.. knows how to make us laugh..and cry(that's what i love most about her)..and then there's Shreya...the one who everyone notices when we enter the room..She knows who she is and exactly what she wants from life and last there's me, the crazy one...the one who wants to do a hundred things all at once...

Our band has come a long way and the last thing on our mind is to end our journey here.The friends we made..the bands/people we sang with..JAG...Lavaniya....all of them have taught us something or have just been there in times of need and we're grateful for that.

a small note form me to the voices:- i love u guys and I'm sorry for causing all the confusion i have..and i don't no what id be without u guys reminding me when i get a little too hyper! The Voices forever!