Tuesday, August 25, 2009

my favourite writer...


Gabriel Garcia Marquez was the name,

Aracataca was his home,

Between the mountains that grew;and

Region of the Carribeans that flow,

In a tropical setting,

Exotic nature capturing,

Lived under his grandparents' nurturing.



Grew to be a realist,

As he started as a journalist,

Reading the pages of a dictionary

Clearly was his hobby,

In Mexico,he dwelled,

Although many places had he travelled.



Major Latin-American author,

A central figure,

Recognised as a nobel winner,

Quiet in his manner,

Unrivalled writer,

Expressive in nature,

Zealous performer.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

last weekend...

I was washing off the last stains of blood on my blouse when Heera held me by my shoulder.I turned and looked into her eyes with feelings of guilt and fear in me.Her eyes showed me that she was feeling the same way as I did.At the same time, my nose could sense a peculiar smell coming from the room.It was strong and blended with the air in the room.I was getting panic at the same time.
What do we do now?asked Heera with a whispering tone.I replied her with no words or gestures.
She continued to stare into my eyes as though waiting for an answer that would determine life and death.I was in terror and was no longer living in the presence.It had been seventeen god damn hours since we three walked into this room.Me,Heera and Sally.
We gotta do something before the cops get here.Where do we hide her body?Heera kept bugging me with her questions but I remained silent.Nervousness,panic and guiltiness all at once drowned us both in fear.
We need to get out of here right now!I said.
Where do we go?The cops would definitely come searching for us,Heera raised the intensity of fear in me.
All of a sudden, the siren from a patrol car broke the silence.I knew that we had to run for our lives or not we would be serving our lives in prison.I told to Heera, Run!
Quickly, we took our bags and ran out of the room towards the exit door.Only one thought was present in my mind.I had to escape together with Heera because she is the only witness.Thus, I had to bring her with me. The sound from the siren filled the air around the apartment and it was annoyingly loud and made me even more afraid but I kept running.Heera and I ran,gasping for air, barely able to breathe and the loudness of the siren worried me.The cops were coming for us.I certainly knew that.They were close and I thought that was the end of me.
There was a tune to that sound of the siren,a familiar one in deed.It is louder than before.Iwas very annoyed and pushed the alarm away from my almost bleeding ears and switched it off.The clock showed six.Gosh!What had happened?Where am I?Where are Sally and Heera?Where are the cops?This is not possible.I was not here earlier but was running with Heera between the thick bushes behind an apartment.After a few minutes,I got my senses back and came to realization.It was a horrifying dream after all.I stabbed Sally and Heera helped me to kill this devil who was once a good friend of mine.She was my bestfriend in highschool until she stole my only love,Eric.He was my life and meant everything to me.We were so in love with one another.Everything went on smooth between us until Sally took him away by using her charms.She betrayed me as a friend.I was shattered and the thought that he is no longer mine broke me into pieces and the pain was unbearable.Each time I met Sally at my Sunday school, I would feel like choking her or drowning her head in the toilet bowl.I hated her for doing that to me and the thought of really killing her had once appeared in my mind.I felt a sense of satisfaction because at least in my dream I have managed to get rid of her.But the consequences that followed would haunt me forever.Everything made no sense to me right now.
I must get ready and leave for my Sunday school before I miss the bus.I soaked myself in a hot bath and tried to forget all about the dream.However,the dream seemed so real to me.I could remember every details of it.I dressed quickly but tidily and rushed into the kitchen to grab a muesli bar and sip some coffee my mom had mixed for me.Then, I put on my shoes and left the house in a hurry.I took big steps as I walked towards the bus stop.I certainly hate missing the bus or going late to school.While walking, the thought about the dream once again filled my mind.It was very disturbing and I slowed down my steps and it shocked me to realize that a shadow was following me.It was definitely not a human shadow because it was very short,perhaps it belonged to a dog.I turned back,over my right shoulder and to my surprise a big brown dog was following me.Firstly,I hated dogs and I was afraid of them too.This fellow was a street dog who probably had lost his way and wandering around my neighbourhood.This crazy,silly,annoying dog was imitating my actions.I just could not understand what it wanted from me.When I stopped,it stopped too.When I continued walking,it also came along very closely.It was very strange to see a dog behaving in such ways.I became afraid of it because I know not of its motives.So, I tried crossing the road across to the other side hoping that I could escape from the dog.But, that clever little creature carefully crossed the road and came tailing me again.This is crazy,I thought.I tried playing tricks on the dog by crossing the road from one side of the road to the other a several times but this crazy dog was following my actions.I was stunned looking at the way it waits for the cars to pass and then crosses the road carefully.I had to stop a few times to catch my breath because I was so tired of running away from it.Every time I stopped to look at that fellow,it would hide itself behind the bushes or turn its face away just like how a stalking young lover would do to his inamorata.It was weird and I laughed at my own fate to battle this dog on a Sunday morning.It was just not me alone laughing at my ownself but also the passers-by.I felt humiliated and tried shouting at the dog a couple of time and even tried talking to it.It was ridiculous.Of course it would not understand how I feel but I just wanted to get rid of it.I realized that the dog was too determined of its intension which I had no clue about.In order to escape,I had to stop a cab because there was no other ways to avoid the dog besides leaving that place immediately.I jumped into the back seat of the cab and shut the door before the dog gets in together with me.It just stood there watching the cab as the driver drove away.On my way, I was wondering what was actually up with that dog and what did the dog really wanted out of me.Maybe it wanted to taste my flesh or assumed there were some sausages in my bag or perhaps it was wandering about seeking for love and care.I just don't know.I am just thankful that I have escaped from it and don't wish to see it again.Although I was irritated by it,I felt slight compassion for it in deed.Everything that happened last Sunday was very strange.First,it was the dream followed by my escape from the dog.I was running for my live in both situations.I couldn't understand a single thing that was happening around me.It was all because of him.He shouldn't have left me.I am no longer myself.I know not whether my feelings are real or I'm just living under illusions but I can still hear my heart,it is beating...

Monday, August 17, 2009

myself......

This poem is dedicated to whom I call 'a friend'. It tells you about myself, a girl who is not very approachable but once you get to know me, we can make good friends.


at first glance
I may remind you of hardshells
that hinders you
from coming closer to me
my first smile at you
makes you to wonder
to greet me again
you try hard to find answers
beyond my masked feelings
your desire to discover grows
but hesitance shuts you down
once chance knocks the door
you realize you get more
than what your expectations were
because I can tell you
about the wonders of the world
about love and life
about values and god
conversations simply engage us
clock ticks as we share
the joys and sorrows of life
thats the new beginning
we see our dreams in our eyes
with flaming enthusiasm
cultivated by the loving friends

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

dear CT classmates

hi everyone,hope to see all of you for the next CT class.let us make learning a fun and exciting adventure for all of us in this class and i wish to get to know everybody better..

The marvellous richness of human experience would lose something of rewarding joy if there were no limitations to overcome.The hilltop hour would not be half so wonderful if there were no dark valleys to traverse.

with that, I wish everyone all the best in all your undertakings.