My Diminutive Paradise

Can you live without your current smartphone for a day or two ? The answer is definitely Yes but its very very difficult for most people like me . In an era where smartphone has become an integral part of many lives , losing it or not being with it is not an easy task . So , what do i do with my smartphone ? Most important thing are my contacts .  I keep in touch with as many as i could and maintain my circle of friends , share things , hardships , fun , photos , etc., Email Accounts , Social networks , Chat services , sometimes banking apps . Imporant documents either as a primary copy or for backup . Almost 16 Gig contents (music , photos , and videos) And more importantly , my smartphone has become an extended part of myself that i would always keep with me and never leave it alone .. I mean never . Mine was also a priced proud possesion . It was sony's first waterproof , scratch proof and SHATTER proof smartphone and had an awsome 12 MP camera . It soon became s...

Long has it been . The feeling of togetherness,fun and frolicking almost forgotten but never cleared away as they are memories of a good time that always linger around . Memories that remain to provide company when solitude begins to suffocate . The blistering cold wind rips the color and life off things around .It also leaves a storm swirling in your mind that brings flashes of memories that bares the emptiness in you that you no longer feel the difference between the bare branches of a tree and the lifeless journey for money and fame . Scrolling through the contacts in phone , remembering and listening the past thats bonded with each name and the beeps , takes away the forced reclusion and brings life closer. The fight against this wilderness would have been lost long ago and made confinement hold my fort if not for my phone . The heads bent down and the fingers clicking the hard plastic or the glowing glass screen , in trains and buses , in places around , reminds a...

I write and now I realize . The flow of words or emotions can never be reproduced . I was writing , the flow of words eased my unsettling mind ....a network glitch and all those hundreds of words vanished with no trace .  I sit again trying to recreate it and my words are hurdled , my thoughts running berserk and me ashamed and fragile with no control over my words or emotions .

  Writing ,  always felt comfortable . The flow of words from your mind to the screen has a kick to it . I am not a good writer but i like to write . My London diary is not peacockery , its nothing but a way to share the experiences of a Chennai Paiyann in London . This is actually my first long trip ever , out of Chennai . Amidst a lot of emotions , tears , smiles , surprises , excitement , fear , big and long byes , i left Chennai . Everything beyond that line was a first time experience - Flight , the view from up top (Chennai looked lovely) , air hostess , conversations with a stranger , it was all new . A cold breeze , welcomed me to London , making me shiver, forcing me to wear my jacket and ruined my challenge to handle the cold . Shivering , i walked across a lot of strange faces , through a bunch of formalities and finally to a face , i knew all too well  - My colleague . Its been a long time since , a...

Sometimes,  with the remains of the day we will feel pleasant and contended for no reason.  That time,  when every song you listen to is wonderful and everything you see is beautiful . Today,  is oddly that kind of day for me. A pleasant eccentricity!! With half a window open, I invite the wind and the world to show me its wonder. The bus was moving rather faster today, leaving more entry for the wind to play around. Streaks of hair from a girl sleeping in the front seat,  was dangling and trying to reach out from the corner of the seat . It brought a smile on my face. Smiling,  I stared outside to see the world - busy and colorful. Buildings with colorful lights ran behind me,  bikes and cars honking and moving,  all rushing to be at a place they want to be.  Every office building is releasing its set of lives into the road and sending them off, to their wife and children,  to their parents,  to their friends or to their solitud...

I think i started typin this sometime back , when i was in bus , on d way to office . This has been lying in my drafts for a long time . I dont wanna complete it now ... it was a broken day dream and shall remain as one . So just publishing it..... With the horns honking,  engines roaring and the tress moving , it is nothing but a typical week day . But I am left with a discomfort in my heart. My book,  remained deserted with no words to feed it and a fine coat of dust ruining its gloss . I sit up,  determined to revive it and sought for words from my mind,  but it was rather completely obstinate providing me with no words or clarity.  May be it was because of all the noise around. It was time to switch the view,  change the channel to a more comforting one.  I did  !!! and found myself drowning in a sea that's so unusually violent,  throwing and dangling me to corners... It was as if the waters were playing with me..... I cou...