What's there in a name

Whats in a name, they say,
but name is all that is left behind
n with it,fond memories stay.

Names are little labels that
we paste upon a sea.
n wat goes on a memorial
is just a name, we see.

But is a label, all it means?
or it speaks a lot more than it seems.
for you are the moon, the stars, the earth
The universe and more,
for all those you have left ashore.

Name- what more cud u want
that makes you live across eternities.
You may be kavita
you may be poem
but you are much more than the word that
describes.

Name loves you ,name inspires.
but name is made by you, not you by name.
So love thy name,
cause a name is forever yours.


PS: This is a poem written by a friend, when i said that my name is boring and so common. Now I know why its not :)

It's time when you say..

When the morning seems beautiful than ever,
When you get up in the morning with a smile wondering what has made life so beautiful,
When the sunny morning is appears welcoming with a warm kiss,
When the long, dark nights twinkle and sparkle with the tiny stars,
When the chilly winter seems warm and cosy,
When the polluted roads with screaming traffic sounds like a melody and feels like a cool breeze,
When the world seems frozen, voices fade and people blur,
When strangers see u making faces,
When a hello makes you jump,
When the wardrobe choose more pastel colors,
When feet are tapping on the silliest beats,
When the smile is seen more in eyes than on lips,
When heart is humming what lips can’t sing,
When the guardian angel showers even more happiness,
When you open your arms to embrace it all,
It's time when you say…
I guess.. I am in love..

Innocence

It was nothing, but another jejune evening, I was sitting with my folks in the lawn.Though people keep asking what i am going to do now, as being a graduate means u are mature enough to earn bread and butter, ready to reach the heights one always dream of since one starts dreaming, but i had started looking for something more intresting & writing about something more appealing than essays on "unemployment". Appealling not to read about, but just to write about, as i am quite a self-centered being. When talks started converging towards our respective taste buds, and i was looking for an oppurtunity to start a speech on the importance of junk food in our lives...fruitless it was. Home Minister suddenly remembered, it was saturday, the Vegetable Market Day ,we celebrated it every week to ensure fresh vegetables were available at cheaper rates. And there started the plea, HM wanted me to make a trip to the market to get the whole week's ration and i could foresee emotional blackmailng which could have turned to a broken heart or on the other side, to a dispute. Too much harrassment for mere lazyness of an unemployed girl. So i gave up to her first attempt, and like a good daughter, said ,"sure mom". Her face told me i gave up much earlier than i used to, or probably , that i gave up.

I parked my two-wheeler and headed towards mom's favourite vendor. The place had changed in past four years. But not the people, same cacophony, same bargaining ..was going on, and even my ignorance about the prices was same. But no one could really make it out from my confident gait. Eyes were focussed on the stall. Head straight. Even i wondered i am really revising what all mom asked me to get. But as i could not remember a single name clearly, i might have been. How embarrassing it would be if i call mom n ask her to repeat.. Oh! tomatoes,or course i dint forget evrything. Tomatoes, potaoes, brinjals, ladyfingers..evrything was there on the stall. I stopped staring at the stuff and pretented as if i were a very responsible girl and knew what all i had to buy. So gained some pitch and asked," How much for these brinjals, uncle?" yes i called him uncle 'cos afterall i am the kinds who treat even the vendors with the respect they deserve. Gosh!! why he pointed in that direction? Alright the stall belonged to the lady he pointed towards. Then, why was he putting them in the basket? if he was not a......of course customers have a liberty to choose evry single bringal of their choice. All pretention was in vain, i would just remain myself. But it amused me to the extent that my smile would have been mistaken for a blush. OMG was that what we saw in advestisements. Some college goin' girl calling the neighbour ..aunty, for her gray strands. How funny it would have been as a witty prank to bother an overconfident damsel, or even a hunk. But not him, 'cos my pecca dillo did not have a single note of mischief but all innocence. I was sorry for him. Okay, i was not to the extent that i dedicate him my first actual post. But yes i can dedicate it to my worthless credit.

Is it really bad to look at the swarm of people in just a single glance, without holding anyone in particular! probably its more of a world that belongs to people who notice others more than themselves and before having the very first talk to a stranger, have studied half to his prior life to deal him more tactfully, to appropriate him for their respective needs.
They say it needs a great deal to understand others. To be able to deal with them and to make them work for u. To become a good leader. Or is it actually the other way round, that it needs a deal to ignore others, to become self-sufficient, self-satisfied and self-centered, when the centre of gravity lies within you? Isnt ignorance too is innocence?

goin' to be lik

The thought of writing arose nearly an year back. So today i finally made myself sit n actually made the initial effort. From choosing the name to the template. As the name suggests,these are my Rants but i wanted to use a milder term. Blog would have suggested something one of those thousands, Journal too dint seem appropriate. Dairy was most near,so i kept it my URL name. Anyways all this is not really worthy of reading, or writing for that matter. I hope you got the hint about what this blog is going to be like. Well thats truly what i wanted to admit in my first post itself, fairly honest, eh?