tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239199212024-03-08T07:56:01.193+05:30Detour laneI twist and turn. My thoughts, never idle. I prioritize, I muddle up. I go around in circles, I hit the bulls eye. Im wierd, Im mad. I'm me. Get to know more of me, here. The detour laneManasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-47025332496499882272011-11-29T22:37:00.001+05:302011-11-29T22:51:02.661+05:30Memories<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Several years later, </i><br />
<i>When I look back on my life</i><br />
<i>I will know that </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>the fights</i><br />
<i>the tears</i><br />
<i>the teeth clenching anger</i><br />
<i>the misunderstandings</i><br />
<i>the craziness</i><br />
<i>the headaches </i><br />
<i>the tiredness</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>Everything was worth it</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>the love</i><br />
<i>the hope </i><br />
<i>the joy</i><br />
<i>the dream like days</i><br />
<i>the gifts</i><br />
<i>the smiles</i><br />
<i>the ends that we went to to be together</i><br />
<i>the fun </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>We had, increases exponentially, </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>Growing together like veins of a leaf</i><br />
<i>Making the root of my life</i><br />
<i>Stronger </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>Making me</i><br />
<i>The person I am.</i><br />
<i><br /></i></div>Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-73588600169879356482011-11-29T22:04:00.001+05:302011-11-29T22:22:40.270+05:30A new dawn :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>With fire emanating from your eyes,</i><br />
<i> I feel warmth that I haven’t experienced before. </i><br />
<i> Daily taunting,
Never suppressing what you want to say</i><br />
<i> Sharing every little joy
My pillar of strength. </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i> A person like you </i><br />
<i> Is hard to come by </i><br />
<i> And when you do, </i><br />
<i> You change me for the better. </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i> Chiseling away my past misconceptions, </i><br />
<i> Wiping away every pain </i><br />
<i> Enveloping a sense of calm around me. </i><br />
<i> I won’t be sweet </i><br />
<i> I will never act like you mean the world to me
</i><br />
<i>But I know you can tell when I lie. </i><br />
<i>This is not the end of sunshine </i><br />
<i>But the beginning of a new dawn </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i> We are like a rainbow </i><br />
<i> You can never guess where it started </i><br />
<i> And thankfully, it doesn’t have an end too.
=)
</i></div>Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-71883505197876104312010-12-10T17:33:00.002+05:302010-12-10T17:39:58.978+05:30Adrenaline filled weekends!Frappe..Second article :) I enjoyed writing this piece..! <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Choose the road less taken to make those precious two days more memorable!</span><br /><br />Bored of heading to the usual coffee shops and downing a cup of mocha? Clubbing, tasting hookas, Go-karting, snow bowling... Been there, done that? Probably, the most radical way you would have spent a lazy weekend is to hit the road, head to Pondicherry for a crazy night out and get back home by Sunday night. <br />Frappe brings you new options that will make you change the way you look at weekends. Filled up to the brim with adrenaline, the following are the unique ways you can end up enjoying a weekend, forgetting the competitive crazy world around you. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sport fishing:</span> <br /><br />Highlights: You get to ride on a boat, visit a ship wreck and catch fish. You also get to take photos with your prized catch! <br />Vivid in my memory is the scene from the movie Dil Chahta Hai, where Aamir Khan and his friends catch fish from the beaches of Goa and take candid photos with the catch. In the robust beaches of Chennai, where water sports and other facilities are still in the nascent stage of development, Blue Waters sport fishing is a unique place that offers angling, or sport fishing for aquatic enthusiasts. <br />I headed to the Chennai Port, where The Sea Hawk, a speedboat that takes the anglers to the fishing spots stood statuesquely near the horizon. The salty air brushed us as we got onto the boat and settled down comfortably for an exciting adventure that lay ahead. Every angler is given fishing rods, artificial bait among other things and a life jacket that one should wear compulsorily.<br />2 hour package<br />The 2 hour package typically takes one to a ship wreck of 1962, near the coast of Chennai, which now houses schools of fish and constitutes a good place for trawling. The anglers are briefed about the various techniques and ways to get hold of a fish. Giant Trevally, King Mackarel and many other types of fish fall bait to the anglers near the wreck, which offers great photographic moments. Catching a giant fish is an experience of a lifetime. Don’t miss it for the world! <br />Cost<br />It works up to Rs. 6000 for a group of four, which is quite reasonable since in foreign locales, the same experience costs a whole lot more! Says Mr. Nischit from Blue Waters, “It costs anywhere between Rs. 45,000 to Rs. 1 Lakh when one does sport fishing abroad.” Make use of what you’ve got, I’d say! <br />Word of advice: <br />•The ideal time to go for this sporting activity is around 5:30 am. <br />•Book dates with Blue Waters beforehand so that they get your port passes ready. <br />•Things to carry: A set of comfortable clothing, sunglasses, cap and sun tan lotion. In case of sea sickness, carry medicines prescribed by your doctor.<br />•The catch can be put back into the sea for ecological conservation, but if you want to take the fish back home as a prize, that too can be arranged. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Parasailing</span><br />Highlights: You are strapped on to a parachute and a jeep pulls the parachute up, along with you, of course. The very thrill of being up in the air is something one should experience most definitely! <br />Man has always been intrigued by the art of flying; something that has been denied to us since time immemorial. We try, in every way to replicate wings, build monster sized planes to fly across countries but have never been able to fly by ourselves. <br />The closest yet that man has got to flying like a bird, is Parasailing; the mind numbing feeling when one is lifted off the ground, the exultation at being able to soar through the air, the panoramic view of the world below. The people of Chennai can now experience Parasailing, at minimal cost at Adventure Zone in Madhurantakantam. Says Ms. Madhura Vaishnav of Adventure Zone, “We have got a fantastic response. A typical trip to Adventure Zone is when one finishes other activities offered by us at the campsite, lunch and then parasailing! “<br />The company is run by a former army commando instructor with specialised training and over 20 years experience in adventure sports.<br />Talking about the owner, she says “Major Roy, a retired army officer was a trained paratrooper himself and he set up Adventure Zone without any help from foreign companies.” <br /><br />Method of parasailing<br /><br />The method followed here is quite different and much safer than parasailing done in the sea. The participant is harnessed to a parachute and is towed by a jeep. He is then lifted into the sky at the height of about 200 feet. The joy at looking down on the world below is equal to none. After the five minute stint on air, he is brought down to a safe landing by the support staff. This sailing is done over a dry lake bed, five minutes off their camp site at Madhurakantam. <br />Cost<br />The minimum air time of five minutes on the parasail costs Rs. 600 per head which is quite reasonable when compared to cost of parasailing in other countries. If one wants to extend the air time, the costs vary accordingly. <br />Safety measures<br />The parasailing activity is conducted by trained instructors and professionals. The equipments used are high class and they are regularly checked. Every participant is given a life jacket and a helmet. <br /><br />Word of Advice: <br />•Wear full sleeve shirts and full length trousers to avoid scratches or bruises and carry suntan lotion. Also, wear sneakers or sandals with straps. Avoid flip flops, unless you want to see them flying off your feet!<br />•Ideal time to go for parasailing would be 12 pm when it’s not too windy. <br />•There is no age limit. Anyone can go for it. You also needn’t be physically fit to take flight!<br />•Parasailing at Adventure Zone is closed till February due to the rough monsoon weather that Chennai is experiencing right now.<br />Now that you’ve got an idea how to spend a weekend that lets you take home cherished memories and de-stresses you for good, give it a try! <br /><br /> By Manasa. K. KumarManasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-62181515860793095792010-12-08T19:05:00.003+05:302010-12-08T19:18:47.833+05:30My gravity at crossroads<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-1hW8G3szi8HOf6sbMNtjK_zR8JH1Ef-m1MmP2qiHiZbSVJQOcC2q9n34Cbs0JUKr9W_CLdM3CX-gf_R5AUTpfQtaU3rpQhmeFuMxHjEnWUGkqAbLnrZgNxezuwgVqPt4C1Eqw/s1600/leh4.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-1hW8G3szi8HOf6sbMNtjK_zR8JH1Ef-m1MmP2qiHiZbSVJQOcC2q9n34Cbs0JUKr9W_CLdM3CX-gf_R5AUTpfQtaU3rpQhmeFuMxHjEnWUGkqAbLnrZgNxezuwgVqPt4C1Eqw/s320/leh4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548307976484130850" /></a><br />Signs point toward something impending<br />A disaster of sorts.<br /><br />I space out <br /><br />A labyrinth of daily monotony <br />Distracts me. <br /><br />Then <br />Again <br />I'm shoved into the dismal future ahead<br /><br />What if one more person goes away?<br />What if I'm stranded again<br />At the brink of adulthood<br /><br />I enjoy momentary material happiness. <br /><br />It feels like bliss, <br />But only helps me scrape through reality<br /><br />Pure bliss, <br />Never been close to that feeling<br />Some say love, is pure bliss<br /><br />Love has never been <br />A permanent chapter <br />In the story of my life.<br /><br />It comes, <br />And goes away too.<br />With the whir of time<br /><br />I want more..<br />Permanence<br />The surety, security and constancy.<br /><br />Independence<br />The feeling of freedom, till I drown in it<br /><br />Strength, <br />To hold on<br />To let go<br />To <span style="font-style:italic;">be</span>Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-50710372929231561972010-12-07T23:13:00.002+05:302010-12-07T23:48:10.663+05:30ONE HOPE FOR ALL!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVc90PzpgJM_GX5A-yPoO3H0q23SpuPbSUctPqrnudEQDZJStuXJLxGAtv3S9A9S4fA3w5WY8Ny94dbFM08tHdvu13axQgXmTsEgX1ueCBNUa4bk2JMBEbOqF3IwTrNEPP9Eldg/s1600/DSC_0603.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVc90PzpgJM_GX5A-yPoO3H0q23SpuPbSUctPqrnudEQDZJStuXJLxGAtv3S9A9S4fA3w5WY8Ny94dbFM08tHdvu13axQgXmTsEgX1ueCBNUa4bk2JMBEbOqF3IwTrNEPP9Eldg/s320/DSC_0603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548006098383760194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2F5OWctkFMmaUWHb0awOMXMTLmrIeKStqcl-bYdCpy7-Rop06jB37IrHMmYBIqRvBJjUU68h0xbFho2qq5KRj6KJY4u7S9Y0CkRuBj4psLgtr9_Xmp3M0K77DQGUwaG6abwQjw/s1600/DSC_0582.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2F5OWctkFMmaUWHb0awOMXMTLmrIeKStqcl-bYdCpy7-Rop06jB37IrHMmYBIqRvBJjUU68h0xbFho2qq5KRj6KJY4u7S9Y0CkRuBj4psLgtr9_Xmp3M0K77DQGUwaG6abwQjw/s320/DSC_0582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548006091634719474" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"></span><br /><br />This is my first article for a Cafe lifestyle magazine in Chennai called 'Frappe'..Read on! <br /><br /><br />A gentle breeze swept the second longest beach in the world. Hundreds of people walked with passion in their hearts to show their support for spreading awareness on breast cancer. <br />One Walk One Hope 2010, a walk to bring about awareness on breast cancer was organised by CAN STOP (Cancer Support Therapy to Overcome Pain), an NGO working in aid of cancer patients. The walk was flagged off by S. V. Sekar, renowned actor, theatre artist and MLA of Mylapore constituency, V.K.Subburaj , Principal Secretary, State Department of Health and Family Welfare. Actress Khushboo, Mr. Guna, President, Rotary Club of Madras and a representative of the US Consulate also attended the event. It started off on a musical note as traditional drummers who participated in the Chennai Sangamam, performed a dance with their drum beats resonating through the grounds. <br />Mr Subbaraj said, “India is a country that is burdened with diseases. There are over 1 million people detected with cancer and 2 million people who are in need of diagnosis every year in our country.”<br />Stressing on Women’s health, he said, “The two most important types of cancer, affecting women are cervical and breast cancer. Over 1 lakh women have breast cancer in India. Women discover that they have breast cancer only when the cancer has progressed to the third or fourth stage. If identified at the very first stage, it can be cured.” <br />Mr. S.V. Sekar said, “From next year onwards, I will get special permission to conduct the walk through residential areas and the slums so that the awareness is spread on a larger scale. I am ready to participate every year for this cause.”<br />Actress Khushboo, clad in a t-shirt that read the slogan “one walk, one hope” designed by Thota Tharani said, “It is a pleasure and honour for me to be associated with this event. Educated women believe that they lead a healthy lifestyle and hence won’t be inflicted by the disease, but this is a wrong notion. The first sign of cancer is when you don’t experience any hunger pangs and have severe stomach pains, but you shouldn’t always rely on the signs. Go and get yourselves checked!”<br />“We all are here to support; not only to give financial support but also to provide moral support for cancer patients. Our motto should be ‘We will stop cancer, and not can stop. It is also so wonderful to see so many youngsters gathered at this event. Anything for women, and you can count me in!” she signed off.<br />CAN STOP which organised the event is a Centre for counseling for cancer-affected patients, their relatives. Its main goal is to help people learn about cancer and cancer related problems. T-shirts and merchandise designed specially by famous Art Designer Thotta Tharani was put up in pink stalls for sale to raise funds for cancer patients. <br />Ms. Naina, President of Soroptimist International of Chennai Downtown, a branch of Soroptimist International, a worldwide organization for women in management and professions, gave out mementos to the dignitaries who attended the event. <br />Over 50 students from Lady Andal School attended the event, with every student sporting white or pink t-shirts (which was the dress code for the walk), holding placards and shouting slogans. Trishanka Menon, a student of the school said, “I always show my support for such initiatives, because only the youth have the power to bring about change in our society.”<br />This was the second edition of the walk, organised to mark the National Breast Cancer Awareness month or ‘Pink’ month of October. The walk started in the Lady Wellingdon College grounds, went up to the Labour statue and winded up at the college grounds. <br />Cancer is one draconian disease for which a definite cure has not yet been found. Millions die every year due to cancer. Of the incidences of breast cancer among women in the city, 22.4% have breast cancer, according to a recent study by the Indian Council of Medical Research. With such walks being organised at regular intervals to spread awareness, the light at the end of the tunnel will get brighter for cancer patients in our country. <br /><br />By Manasa K KumarManasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-75946294124659222602010-12-06T16:30:00.001+05:302010-12-06T16:35:02.620+05:30Murmerings...The low hum of the ceiling fan is soothing. Everything seems like its okay. Maybe I could close my eyes and rest a while. A dark horizon faces me. Several shadows and murmurings cater to the scene. Then, it hits me. Reality doesn’t let me dream. Vestiges of my past re-play, causing a crease between my shaped brows. Was what I did right or wrong? What will he/she think? Maybe I was wrong? But does it matter? I should be feeling good about this. This just didn’t happen. Conversations between me and me are the longest I have ever heard or spoken. It’s so loud; it makes me take hasty decisions just for the decibel level that it’s breaching in my head. <br /><br />I try to play down the ‘grown up’ tag that’s being thrust on me immediately after I hit my eighteenth birthday. I also don’t want to be a kid. It’s too painful a transformation to go through again; decisions that solely hold you responsible, no matter how clueless you are about the consequences.Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-48181333810175538782009-11-15T22:21:00.000+05:302009-11-15T22:23:17.686+05:30Crazy crushIts times like these <br />That I miss you like crazy<br />I just want to hug you <br />And disregard the world <br /><br />I’m tired of reaching out<br />And holding out my arms to the wind, waiting<br />Loneliness is a horrible place to be<br />Especially when everyone else is moving on,<br />And you feel like you’ve sinned <br /><br />I’m tired of guessing if you love me back<br />Whether you even notice the way I’ve fallen for you<br />It’s so frustrating, this love game-<br />It starts with a crush<br />An adrenaline rush<br />And then at every bend<br />It crushes you to no end<br />I don’t know-<br />If you are aware of the colour of my eyes<br />Or the tears that well up in it every night<br /> I want to touch the skies<br />With you beside me, my knight.Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-83355119023035540062009-06-18T15:23:00.004+05:302009-06-18T15:29:45.630+05:30The Ladakh Trip.Shadows of clouds on mountains,<br />Icicles stretching away to eternity,<br />A numbness in my senses,<br />Even as seven cars move in the same velocity. <br /><br />This trip has come to mean more than just that,<br />The bond we share is tremendous,<br />The memories to take back home, volumunous.<br /><br />The past few days have turned out to be beautiful, <br />This experience will be engraved in my heart, <br />I hope it's not the end<br />But of something big, a start.Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-49398110793404605372009-05-28T00:36:00.003+05:302009-05-28T00:40:20.833+05:30Little somethings.A gush of cold water. <br />A nice long walk by the sea.<br />A small bite of fried peanuts.<br />An old favourite, long forgotten melody, playing on the radio.<br /><br /><br />Tiny happiness I call them<br />And they, by default, make my world.Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-40904640514277435142009-04-28T23:09:00.003+05:302009-04-28T23:21:26.458+05:30Until now.Tired. Excited. Happy. Contended. Wierd. Smiling. Typing. Staring. Thinking. Worried. Overwhelmed. Coughing. Music. Being.<br /><br /><br />Argh. My life is so contained. <br /><br />My Board exams got over. Almost everything has been good until now. Phew. Enjoying like theres no tommorow. Everyday. <br /><br />I went for a reunion of X std girls today. Was super fun. Also, I realised how people change so fast. Sigh. Ive tried changing, thought about it, talked about it ...but it ain't happening. Thank God. <br /><br />Relationship equations have changed for me. But in the inside, I've pretty much remained the same..for the better or worse, time will tell. <br /><br />Sigh. Sorry for the extremely random post.<br /><br />Bye.Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-37137765027590573302009-04-01T23:56:00.002+05:302009-04-02T00:01:43.618+05:30FarewellToday's the day is say goodbye<br />The day when i tell others not to cry.<br /><br />I've been here a long time now<br />I've got to learn to let go somehow.<br /><br />I stand here, on the spike of truth.<br />Wondering how i got wisdom from a baby tooth.<br /><br />I wonder,<br />With a sigh<br />why it takes a minute to say hello<br />and forever to say goodbye.<br /><br />I have so many memories to gaurd<br />And how lucky am i to have <em></em>something<br /><br />that makes saying goodbye so hard? <br /><br />Thank you for everything you have given me DAV.Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-53642777561499559952008-11-28T23:52:00.001+05:302008-11-28T23:52:59.776+05:30BESIEGED.Even the word horrendous cannot entirely explain the feelings and emotions that are transcending…from hostages, NSG commandos, army personnel, navy personnel…the general public. The nation continues to be on a standstill, even as NSG authorities that the situation is under control. One of the major lingering doubts is that how did the terrorists possess such a large number of ammunitions? After some investigations, it has been found that the ‘invisible’ Mumbai underworld has, in fact given a hand to these menacing terrorists. The fact that an underworld exists itself is a sad state of security lapse in a so called peace loving country like India. How can a group of 40 terrorists enter into our country …just like that?! Obviously the most secured persons in this country sans the insurance policies are the politicians…. what can India do at the moment? Well, for starters, basic task forces should be set up for dealing intelligently to situations like this. The ruling or opposition party shouldn’t play divisive politics and should take up action jointly at a time like this. Instead of assuming that the citizens of this country are resilient, the media should depict the anger inside us, that’s screaming “enough is enough”. We all should unite, against a common enemy…terrorism.Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-73709232375947653052008-11-07T23:33:00.003+05:302008-11-07T23:35:46.942+05:30Yes, we can!This is the only election that caught my attention, yes, I am indifferent to the local neck tight elections, and I'm not ashamed to tell this. That's because, this is the election that has brought about hope, the only thing that has a high probabilty to bring about change..in a country that has been reeling under recession, been written off for its military pressure in Afghanistan, and its certain celebrities going into narcotics. and its infamous insane killers. In the awe-inspiring speech made by Barack Hussain Obama after becoming the President elect, he said these famous bunch of words that are being repeated by everyone, from the youth to the aged, "If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer."Ah, the power of words! Voting results point out that the youth played a huge role, tipping Obama way ahead of McCain. Reasons are quite obvious- Obama, 46 years old, confident, tends to give confident lyrical speeches.McCain- 70 years old, and rumoured to be another Mr.Bush when it comes to his policies and promises. Meanwhile, the Black community is delighted as Obama is the first African-American President of the U.S.A. 98% of the Black community in America voted for him, and he got 1% less votes against McCain when it came to the Whites. Well, i don't think, all these statistics should bother Obama, because he is here to stay, and change the mindsets of the cynical let down Americans. The flipside of all the euphoria, maybe that Obama, who is strongly against outsourcing of jobs, might want to take away the outsourced jobs from India and give jobs to the American people, that is, his people. Former Foreign Secretary of India, and other financial experts believe this unwanted 'change' is just not possible, as we, in fact by doing the outsourced work, make America more effecient. This President-to-be is so amazing hardworking, his life story, worth a million storybooks, a two-time grammy award winner and someone who completely deserves to resurrect a nation to its old and majestic standing.Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-82173838037241529072008-11-04T22:43:00.002+05:302008-11-04T22:49:57.463+05:30<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN49FtEMcjMvUBR6SasbQS0qlvNFPJSHwZ-vgm5UL_lQAGPAgSXmqQSz85gO8013qAkRqbv9d2h1LAUv8-ASroiQflKjq-b9Iy9nDroTQHAcfWdiOtx5k4AkvDhrWyHnzukrSqMw/s1600-h/p+akka.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN49FtEMcjMvUBR6SasbQS0qlvNFPJSHwZ-vgm5UL_lQAGPAgSXmqQSz85gO8013qAkRqbv9d2h1LAUv8-ASroiQflKjq-b9Iy9nDroTQHAcfWdiOtx5k4AkvDhrWyHnzukrSqMw/s320/p+akka.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264853255456049618" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWQ7mBLph3IyTjg61TUiM9DlR95aS-ifg_HgBYNeQP9uyLkD_AZSE2AB1H0BsAPatIJJO1aUjefAQgBGeaShAgmLyzNr-hSDk5x9ApsIu6O2Ny0DWMf-EUzO_0SZdD9_ryaMM7Rw/s1600-h/charu+akka.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWQ7mBLph3IyTjg61TUiM9DlR95aS-ifg_HgBYNeQP9uyLkD_AZSE2AB1H0BsAPatIJJO1aUjefAQgBGeaShAgmLyzNr-hSDk5x9ApsIu6O2Ny0DWMf-EUzO_0SZdD9_ryaMM7Rw/s320/charu+akka.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264853253267634946" /></a><br />My tagged post :) Here it goes.<br /><br />My wallpaper : My eldest sister's photo..Wondering why? Well shes in canada, and i like seeing my sisters' photos ( i have another sister in the US of A..) So keep fluctuating between the two.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My icons: The most basic items you can find. My whole computer just got reformatted, so itunes, limewire, EVERYthing got wiped out :( <br /><br /><br />Um other than that, nothing much else. Lol, disappointing i know. Cant help it . Tag me better stuff next time :PManasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-45713663134244219362008-10-21T18:27:00.002+05:302008-10-21T18:43:10.557+05:30WhateverI feel like a lone wanderer<br />Someone who is just watching, not participating.<br />Others' lives seem more complete and interesting.<br />I am almost the same all the time<br />Nothing in my life, worth gossiping about.<br /><br /><br />I wait with a pen in hand and paper to stare at.<br />Waiting for thoughts to flow.<br />I feel like something ominous is going happen any moment.<br />I feel vulnerable.<br />The joy and jocund everyone is witnessing, among bomb blasts <br />and abuses seem unreal and made up.<br />The fake relaionships seem like a deal signed between two ambassadors.<br />The reality in every thing has lost its quality after the coming of 'reality' shows.<br /><br />Im waiting for something new.<br />someone special.<br />Im fed up.<br />Time's tickin'Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-42359238802107527182008-09-21T07:58:00.000+05:302008-09-21T07:59:12.949+05:30Crushed.Having a crush on someone is the most irritating feeling in the galaxy. It makes me dream of things that will never materialize, thoughts that are a constant distraction, a churning feeling in the gut… a lot more that just doesn’t have space in this paper. It’s a bag full of empty promises to the self and hurried glances at mirrors. It forces me to make sure I look my best, wherever I go, in the hope of seeing that person. In the end, Im drained, feel cheated, and alone. Everyone seems to be happily committed, whilst I drink a mug of coffee, alone, bored and feel like a stray, that’s been somehow accepted into this environ, reasons unknown.Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-60805973175333725742008-09-02T16:24:00.001+05:302008-09-03T21:34:17.473+05:30bleurghBasketball sucked big time today.<br /><br />p.s: bleurgh courtesy/honours--hari (the bleurgh guy, i guess)Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-3141380058820674022008-09-01T21:31:00.005+05:302008-09-02T16:30:41.399+05:30.....Joy is an illusion, Happiness, a temporary emancipation from the vexations of life...<br />‘They’ say materialistic pleasures are not the ways to find true happiness, I beg to differ.<br />There is nothing like true happiness, it’s just a term attached to finding things that don’t necessarily cost you in monetary terms.<br /><br />It takes merely a helpful gesture or a chat with a friend to boost up my spirits, but im repeatedly having negative froths float in my head, frequently of late. My definition of happiness/joy has been under constant retrospection, as I’ve been put under the scanner for no regretful acts of mine. It’s probably because of the institution im studying in, but hell yeah, im not in good cheer as of now.Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-48252071245705997252008-08-23T22:59:00.000+05:302008-08-23T23:01:20.950+05:30The addiction..“ Who will be interested in being the editor of the school magazine?”, myriad hands shoot up and I try my best to make my hand look reasonable stiff and long as a pole, in an attempt to be a strong contender for the post.<br /><br />“Manasa you’re interested? Ah well, ok then you can share the responsibility with sushruthi”, said Jo mam, making me feel elated.<br /><br />Yes, I am Manasa K Kumar, ex-editor of the my school magazine, voicing out something in my head to all those who wish English could be taught all eight periods in a school day. If that sounds crazy in a nice way, read on. If not, then I regret to say, our journey together ends here.<br /><br />You might have heard of math whizzes, Einstein’s, social science addicts, and of course the minority who love reading Shakespeare. I see that the number of people who love English is slowing down to a minority. I hardly looked at it beyond the fact that it was a subject where it was impossible to score more than the standard mark. Maybe it’s because of parents’ dreams of making their children engineers doctors and chartered accountants of tomorrow. Somehow, with unassuming guidance from many people, I now love the subject so much that I want to make a living out of it. Maybe I won’t be remunerated as much as my fellow classmates who will turn out to be the who’s who of the society, but my love for the language will keep me happy for long.<br /><br />When I get into the mood of writing, everything else ceases to exist. Even the music in my ipod grows silent, the blaring television looks like a mime and all tensions ebb away. I space out, stare into emptiness and let my feelings transform into ink. I actually find it reasonably nice to write long essays. I feel I’m a loner in this journey with pen and paper, barring a few people, who sometimes reflect my own thoughts.<br /><br /><br />Editing a magazine is fun! Huffing and puffing over the lack of enough articles to be published, to going around begging for contributions, to having detailed planning for the cover and style and the like was so much fun! <br /><br />Maybe, I’ll keep brooding over what else I can do, while writing, but until I find something else to do, I will keep writing, I’ll keep writing till the river of my thoughts go dry, till I feel like im a thirsty traveler in a parched desert. Or maybe I will never stop, because even then, I’ll write about the mirages I witness.Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-64040213976908871322008-06-25T21:57:00.001+05:302008-06-25T22:01:51.615+05:30<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL_NqjXcRMv4lWc8bWwj1YsJWPgP6lzn4suuRzWp7IywKbLq7BxRpIwpmLCGJbnH1QrQEpLnko5q_c8Yn9O78AzWJ5W_2anTTHSIkFS3OxX1dE5h9YoD7YHaF2mmWWMtwjcgyTwg/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL_NqjXcRMv4lWc8bWwj1YsJWPgP6lzn4suuRzWp7IywKbLq7BxRpIwpmLCGJbnH1QrQEpLnko5q_c8Yn9O78AzWJ5W_2anTTHSIkFS3OxX1dE5h9YoD7YHaF2mmWWMtwjcgyTwg/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215857668751476962" /></a><br />Of my own volition,<br />I’ve decided to put myself down<br /><br />Beauty is not my thing <br />I decided<br /><br />It’s crept into my mind <br />That I don’t physically look stunning <br />Nor am I brimming with intellect.<br /><br />No amount of practicality <br />Is allowing me to construe<br />This sudden notion<br />Of feeling dumb <br /><br />Its making me <br />Delirious when I get praise<br />I feel shallow and listless.<br /><br />I am abandoned with only pain <br />Left to soothe my worries.<br /><br />I feel like a dry leaf<br />Writhing under the hot sun<br />With no one having enough time<br />To take a look at it.<br /><br />I feel parched and pulverized <br />An anecdote reaches my thirsty heart<br />“It's all right letting yourself go as long as you can let yourself back”<br /><br />For the detour, <br />I’m waiting.Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-26233312692090205732008-06-11T00:53:00.000+05:302008-06-11T00:55:13.249+05:30packets of hope.Bewitching, I’ll call it.<br />The way you look at me.<br />It makes me feel everything is in its place.<br />Everything is ok.<br />And that you are happy.<br /><br />That makes me happy.<br />The nexus between us leaves me content<br />Content that there is always someone,<br />Thinking about me, making sure I am all right<br /><br />You are my true knight.<br />Forget dreary knight riders.<br />A pack of twelve of them won’t come near your worth.<br /><br />Packets of rain hit my umbrella<br />As I stand here<br />Waiting for you to arrive<br />To say something<br />Anything.<br /><br />You come and hug me<br />And say things that only you can say<br />It lifts up my spirits<br />Im not flying in the air<br />But I know bright colors now.<br /><br />For the greater good, I pray for the day to come<br />That day when you are for real<br />To arrive<br />Into my life.Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-16733103906041229772008-05-29T22:51:00.003+05:302008-05-29T23:01:46.715+05:30dAnCe<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGd_Jg1mquuEOHSFB7KxBGmezyoxlM0Cu4jJ0wFe7tzhun32hvSKoq3FU5R3eXFZOc-_fA9Nn35yz6vpN-t8ILPrMjtZrzpGo5LsO-mbW9jb6IEcZMqJxpoixL7Kfqaj2eR9yhw/s1600-h/imagesddd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGd_Jg1mquuEOHSFB7KxBGmezyoxlM0Cu4jJ0wFe7tzhun32hvSKoq3FU5R3eXFZOc-_fA9Nn35yz6vpN-t8ILPrMjtZrzpGo5LsO-mbW9jb6IEcZMqJxpoixL7Kfqaj2eR9yhw/s320/imagesddd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205853477077556978" /></a><br />I don’t know why I feel this way when it comes to dance. It grips me, it tires me out. It makes me smile during accounts class. It makes me feel goofy, when I turn around a guy instead of me doing the same! It leaves me gasping for more (and oxygen), every time.<br /><br />It gave me a new meaning to life. Something I’ll cherish till I’m old and croaking. The first time I danced with a guy (bad experience, but hey I did dance with a specimen of the opposite sex). It made me feel confident. It made me another person in a span of fifteen days. It made me addicted to hip hop songs.<br /><br />P.s: It made me lose 3 kgs in fifteen days.Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-89399094170566210122008-05-18T18:14:00.004+05:302008-05-18T18:30:35.172+05:30Useless waste of 15 days of my life.I was smitten by you <br />At the very first glance<br /><br />How can I fall for you? <br />Having just looked at you a couple of times?<br />Having known only your name?<br /><br />I need treatment, and fast.<br />To remove this annoying feeling that<br />Sends a lurch through my stomach, a shiver through my spine <br />And also weakens my knees <br />When you just LOOK my way?<br /><br />Have you ever seen yourself smile?<br />Trust me; it’s the best thing I've ever looked at.<br /><br />I may be rambling about..<br />But here's what I have to say<br />I have a huge crush on you<br /><br />I may sound cliché, but<br />I've never felt this was<br />For anyone before!<br /><br />Anyway I'm saying this, all straight from my heart.<br />A non functional one, since you did something to it<br /><br />And yeah, <br />I don’t care if you like me back<br />Just thought I'd let you know.<br /><br />P.s: just thought ill put it up cuz friends said its pretty good. don't mean a bit of it now. atleast, not after what happened at the show :I<br /><br />P.s:It will always remain my crazy crush poem :DManasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-13843038887881263782008-04-13T23:43:00.006+05:302008-04-14T00:05:54.445+05:30mY uNfOrTuNTeLy eVeRgReEn hOPeS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOJ4aM4pjp_ITdc4bpNJbIrnbYCuqfQ7EEwpes_-BCGR_QM1XBgXENejzYMA83xrID7gezF2MeOiBERcOn12ijTVxQ9ZyNDxTGetSc0B5sY9NnsdFqdVHbwhlHRe48Id0lZ6414Q/s1600-h/guitar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOJ4aM4pjp_ITdc4bpNJbIrnbYCuqfQ7EEwpes_-BCGR_QM1XBgXENejzYMA83xrID7gezF2MeOiBERcOn12ijTVxQ9ZyNDxTGetSc0B5sY9NnsdFqdVHbwhlHRe48Id0lZ6414Q/s320/guitar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188800366188447122" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFC-LBDV2Ou6I9R43nAm9UBYRydcwOVws0gG2osayrRR0N4EWHORHhB2FeeBVrIHeELXCIqOEp35DdVkzVoOQu6VGw_8Mx_YQi_jlMQebN7ax-TBfmTeg7-exEuHL5q7ALQSdZ3A/s1600-h/imagesjj.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFC-LBDV2Ou6I9R43nAm9UBYRydcwOVws0gG2osayrRR0N4EWHORHhB2FeeBVrIHeELXCIqOEp35DdVkzVoOQu6VGw_8Mx_YQi_jlMQebN7ax-TBfmTeg7-exEuHL5q7ALQSdZ3A/s320/imagesjj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188799760598058370" /></a><br /> sweet notes<br />touching music<br />are my teenage cravings<br /><br /> a soft touch<br />a caring hug<br />will be my lifelong cravings<br /> <br /> No guy ive met till now<br />has made me special<br />different, yes, but nothing<br />worth making official<br /><br /> i'm fed up of writing <br />and needing <br />i want the right one <br />even from miles away, speeding<br /><br /> I want him to send <br />me pink flowers<br />and call me and never <br />cut the line for hours<br /> <br /> I want him to like<br />only me<br />for which i'd have to give <br />him, to unlock my heart, the key<br /><br /> so well here i am all ready<br />for my love to come by<br />with ferrerorochers and a brown teddy !Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23919921.post-20005987784949144922008-03-15T22:30:00.002+05:302008-03-15T23:08:34.868+05:30TaggeDok ive been tagged by the evil miss , so i have to wirte imp stuff about me (like there is anything that can make heads move, let alone turn 360 degree!)<br /><br />1)i LOVE crashing after school , and then waking up in the night and then staying up till like one or two in the morning . the pleasure of it just cant be explained in detail now ! lol <br /><br />2)i can read other people's minds SO well , i cant just finish almost every other sentence , especially for my best friends :)<br /><br />3)one cockroach keeps visiting me every night<br /><br />4)i like backstreet boys :D<br /><br />5)dont like cream and foam in coffee ewwwwwww<br /><br />6) i have elephant memory :)Manasa. K .Kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13712306267738144741noreply@blogger.com6