Dil mein Di....!

Hi Shravani Di, this is something that I scribbled about you.

“I’m very happy for you.

The pleasure of excitement which lightens your face,

A smile which holds your charm when you wear a sari,

 Your pinkish coloured skin tone face, plump cheeks,

And the gravity of your eyes lined with an eye liner,

Which have the force to mesmerize and,

The sweetness of your tone of voice which,

Plays a magical note in melting over hearts,

And the dangling of hair strands at the corners of your face,

The perfectly shaped nail tips on your smoothened finger tips,

The fragrance that you carry,

When whiffed gives a feeling into a lost world as a heavenly medicine.

The way you mumble as a child puts to hold,

In wakening you up and in enjoying those splendid moments,

The chirping tone when you couple your,

Hindi accent with telugu seems to be so delightful.

The pretty words which you spell,

Have made our ears in hearing again and again,

I envy you on your driving skill but,

The courage and attitude has evolved you into an admirable person,

Or in my case you are the role model.

And the most imprinted image of yours is the,

Black jerkin draped over flowered pink top,

With a chaff in between the shaped eyebrows,  

 I must really thank your parents because,

I’d have missed a gorgeous, multi talented,

Gifted sister to our family, and

I’m eagerly waiting for an opportunity in,

Giving the precious, memorable piece,

To my treasury of secrets from,

 The hidden treasure chest,

And from the bottom of my heart,

I wish to see you in smiles even,

If you are miles away and,

I’m happy, to help at any time."

   If the above script seems to be so embarrassing I deeply regret for the inconvenience in hurting your personal feelings. I hope you will pretty much nail it, if not forgive else punish but I wish you recognize me.

~ Jay

        

i - meet @ 18°C

                I am at the corner of the room…  I felt that I could feel some warmth at that bend. I could still sense my blood rushing through my veins and spine at a speed of 80 km/hr. I felt like I need some oxygen. I was holding a hankie which was shifting all over my palms and in dissipating the sweat across it. I was under a vent which atomizes the air to at most 18 degrees centigrade…. I could still see the foggy thing on my palms.

My face was liberating heat and I could somehow manage a fake smile to mask it. It’s been so difficult to take saliva into my throat. My vision got blurred due to my four fingers at repetitive intervals. I could just hear the whispering sounds. Thoughts are being cocktailed on my mind. Nothing was going through it.  The only means of communication was through smile. Eye lids were flickering.

I could hear the booming of my heart beat without stethoscope.

The only thing to which I could stimulate was by the call. Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface,

Don't know what you're expecting of me and put under the pressure. I have become so numb and this is the place where I could see a transparent door, a window, the cool vent.

Confused….. Let me clear.

This is the day where I was introduced to “INTERVIEW” 

All that needs is to amuse myself in order to pass the time and not to become bored.

So finally a tone of voice “Jayanth Balivada”

I was ushered right outside of a glassed cubicle.  Within a split of seconds I need to lend a hand to my shoes to step into the serene terrain. I am so perplexed as soon as I stepped in. The H.R wished me with a big Helloooo….! , With a grin on her visage. I too followed her with greet.

Our conversation took place and finally I was interviewed to a lady H.R. Later I was informed that I need to attend one more interview. I hardly managed to sleep at wee hours. As  my eyes closed I could only see the H.R mams face.

She is very lean, draped by jerkin over her blue and white coloured Punjabi dress. She has an unending smile on her face.  She is a bit fairer with a scratch like groove on her forehead which is diminutive and could be hardly seen. She has eyes which eventually close when her lips get broadened. It seems so ridiculous in describing the interviewer. Finally I reached the state where her image could be seen even in my sleep.

Finally after battling sleep for 3 hours I woke up, and it’s the day where I found myself that I was lucky enough because I was not interviewed again. But what I dreamt has finally kicked my luck in ending on a final note facing bad experiences. 

Note: Finally I came to know but not for sure the name of the H.R mam is Ms. Kalpana., Head of WOW (Women Of  Wipro) 

Thanks For Viewing.....!


~ Jayanth Balivada.