Vishwaas

Yesterday I saw the movie Taare Zameen Par. An Excellent movie about a boy called Ishaan Awasthi who is affected by Dyslexia. And how an art teacher helps him to recover. The portrayal of characters are really good. The initial scene show how the boy acts his age. He fights when provoked. But he is scared of his own anger and his own lapses. Though he puts up a brave front he runs. He runs to weep in isolation. He is hurt, but doesn't want anybody else to see him during his weak moments. His father is a typical father who expects his children to excel and is unable to settle for anything less that the best. Be it his elder son Yohaan or his younger one Ishaan. He is unable to understand the younger one's problems and tries to discipline him. The portrayal of a caring mother and protective brother are all too good. The characterisation of the elder brother is good. Yohaan is good in his own work. At the same time he is protective of his Younger brother also. Ishaan is honest to

The hurried exit out of the Wedding hall into the car was creating an unusual anxiety in me. He was beside. There was an eerie silence in the car. The journey upto the new home that stretched nearly for twenty minutes was creating so many waves of thoughts stretching from my past to the present and future. I had heard about the bridal send off at weddings. They were supposed to be tearful moments. But there was nothing of the sort here. It was a very silent night. Pardon the pun, it was supposed to be a holy night too. Everything was calm. I lowered the car window shield. The air was little cold. Though covered in silk, I was perspiring. Fear!! Of What?? I knew not. I looked at him. He wasn't looking at me. He was preoccupied. Holding his hand firmly to the handle of the door. What was he thinking of?? I then looked away. Probably I shouldn't make him conscious. I was aware I was staring at him. It was asthough I was seeing him for the first time. Destination reached. He dashed

Lord Byron...or commonly called as Sreejith by we friends, was at his poetic bliss again on seeing my wedding snap. He writes... "Hi, YOU ARE GREAT!!!! because you are trying to keep up relationships - Keep going. I remember writing once in a poetry or so, something like - "Relationships are not to be broken when you get new relationships, where communication makes relationships and relationships make communication necessary." - but I realize how much expressive I was in a dream world but how much reticent I am in reality. Infant, I wish to be, for aeons, for I may be amnestied for my cons, for I will be touched, loved and cared for, for nothing in return for them, who make my yore."

This Sunday, I woke up with a nagging headache. No specific reason. I tried distracting myself with some work but then it was still persisting. Throughout the day, the trip to a temple, or watching a movie or trying to sleep was not really of any help. I tried going to my friend's place and being with her. I poured out my heart to her. But then, it only increased the pain bring back painful memories. I headed to Udhavum Karangal. All this while I was like in a trance. Only reacting. The moment the kids touched me, I felt a snap in front of my face. Like someone snapped me out of my trance. The kids wanted me to tell them a story. I told them the story of Krishna & Sudhaama. I did not finish the story though..You know ...Kids...I wasn't really very good in my story telling skill I guess (should remember to develop that skill too). Then I was transported to their play ground. The kids brought a basket ball which wouldn't qualify for playing basket ball if not for it's