Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Love in a piece of paper !!!




Hey all,


Vacations always grabs us from our comfort zone and takes into marriages, some family functions etc. And the followed hangover keeps us lazy from what we have been going through. And that was what happened exactly which kept me far from you these days plus some emotional distractions !!!After my rest mood, here am I to ponder your mood. You know, I really miss emojis in my entire writings. It is because of nothing but these days emojis reflects moods of people. And to be honest, me too is an addict of the so called technological development !!!


Anyways, today I have to share something which is so dear to me. About something which I had nurtured for the past 7 years. Here comes an opportunity to share it with you and also to surprise someone.


Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalayas all over the country possesses a unique feature of migration scheme. It is between two JNVs with different linguistic categories exchanging students for a period of one year. It clearly aims in promoting National Integration and hence the selected students are said to be the National Integration Migration Selected Students.


Being a proud Navodayan, I was one of the selected 30% students for migration for the year 2011-12 of JNV Kasaragod. We were selected to the JNV at Uttar Pradesh. Actually we, students takes this opportunity with much glee because it was like, a kind of adventure for us at the age of 14. And thus, 20 of us were selected. I sadly remember one of my friend who couldn't join us even after the selection because his health doesn't allow him so. So, 19 of us were ready for the journey.


After we were selected, we always had talks with our seniors, the previous year migrants. About the life, food, people and lot of other matters. All they had to say about was the life they enjoyed there. It was not as strict as our school but where we can do anything we desire to(even though it was not exactly like whatever we can do but we lived our best part of life there, another epic which cannot be limited to a blog page). They talked about their outings there and how to manage the money we take with us. It was a time when we had no bank accounts or paytm. And school provides us whatever we want, so asking for money orders from parents was of no hope.


It was some days before our departure, I was sitting in my hostel bed and there came my senior who was the previous year migrant too. We shared the same name. Even we shared the same initial. I remember my joining day at JNV, she came to me and introduced herself mentioning about our identical name with a lovely smile on her face which I saw until the day we had met for the last time so far. Even many had mistaken her on social medias for me. We used to share the same double cot for one whole year where she used to sleep in the lower bed and me on the upper. And that night we were conversing something best. Along with some of her memmories over there, she advised not to be fully jolly there but to study too. And also not to be extravagant. And then she took a 20 rupee note and a pen from her pouch. She wrote our identical names in it and gave it to me. Then she said, "I know you will be spending much there and a time will come when you won't have any money with you, so keep this 20 rupees. This is all I have now. You are supposed to show this to me when you come back here after migration. So that it will be like, you haven't spent all the money you took but left a 20 rupee at least and thus you will not be that extravagant". It really took me to the ultimate of happiness that night. She gave me the feeling of care and concern of a sister that night. 






  I had kept my promise all way. The 20 rupee note always gave me lot of affection and love. I had kept it safely without even folding it. I still keeps it. It is safely kept inside one of my old diary along with some other things which are dear to me as this is. Some days I takes this out and looks at this and remembers our days together. The promise I gave that night will be for lifetime. I will safely keep this for my whole life. I love you always.

At times, even tiny things gives you much happiness. We should have an eye to see it. It will hold you up in your life whenever you feel lost. And the fact is, even in any sad situations, everyone has something like this which is so dear to them. The difference is in how we see things. Try to value things around you and you will fell yourself valued !!!





-infinite love-









Thursday, May 17, 2018

Some Story will do !!!


Hello readers,

All the support and love clouded me with happiness. And now something interesting is gonna rain for you !!!

It was some three months back, me with two of my friends were busy discussing future which had been a usual scenario since we had entered our last semester of graduation. Still we are continuing it, but the only difference is our finger tips are doing the job now rather than our tongues. And then, one of them mentioned about a story writing competition which her sister had told her. By the way her sister was my senior at school too. After further searches, calls and texts, it was cleared that the competition is conducted by Mathrubhumi.

In the past February, the Kanakakunnu palace in Thiruvananthapuram hosted the Mathrubhumi International Festival of Letters(mbifl 2k18) with a pure aim of nourishing literature by bringing some great minds, ideas and thoughts together. They invited stories in Malayalam language offering cash prizes. The only rule was that authors should be of age group 18-30.

Since I had one more decade to exceed the mentioned age group, there was less chances of doubting the acceptance of my story. Meanwhile my short story too listed in the inbox of Mathrubhumi. I remember me along with my friend wandering around to make it all ready before sending it (typing it in some format etc). And she fell asleep while the story was typed by the person where i went to do it so. Well, she sleeps anywhere she goes though keeping a 'wherever it is, i am sleepy' attitude. I thank her for siding me for that whole day.




So now, I want all my dear readers to go through my story and here it is. Since it is limited to the only ones who know to read Malayalam language, I am sorry others who don't come under that category. Check out the link provided below:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1sD59MChs1pWVvl5Ak-XlZ7ZtTgW56zJf/view?usp=drivesdk

That was all about the story. Hope I was able to coddle all the story lovers' mood with this.

Anyway the other part of the happening is, when the results were out, my story was not at all taken into consideration. The first, second and third prizes were bagged by men only. And non called it men empowerment though !!!
I came to know the results only after three days of its publishing. The videos of congratulating the winners brought an urge in my mind to read their stories but I didn't get it till date.

So my dear Mathrubhumi, see, I had found another way to consolidate my effort. I am not that less cooler, okay???

And here, I am expecting feedback from my readers.

Promising to see you soon !!!



 -infinite love-









Tuesday, May 15, 2018

of 'mine' for 'you' !!!


Hey all,

 Chasing the passion never seemed as a work or one never have to work on it. If it is for real, one actually lives in it.

 Scribbling the mind-goings always made me happy or more even complete. The idea was actually to start a Facebook or Instagram page but it was then suddenly something stroke of being starting a blog of your own which seems much more professional than the earlier idea. So, this will be of my mind-goings, my thoughts, my stories, everything of my concept and is therefore completely  MINE !!! . But this is sincerely for you, for my beloved readers over there.

  I would have never started this though but my friend doesn't even allows me to breathe but keeps on insisting to do something what I love. Ok, this is an older scene and I never minded her then planning that I will do something later, some other day etc. But it started haunting me like anything since a month and finally this happens now. And therefore, this one, the very first post is completely for you Ms. Kadhija Shamsudhin, for being my best inspiration and for holding me in my fall downs. I love you !!!



  And all my patient readers,
          I really want all of you to continue to be patient with me and 'MINE'. My stock already contains lots and lots of somethings to share with you. I would love to know that you guys are waiting for it too. Hope remains of meeting you soon !!!


-infinite love-