Moving out of town

Even when I moved from Hyderabad to Kumbakonam a decade ago, I blamed my father for losing everything I held dear. He was the one who had insisted that we settle down in Kumbakonam, because it had been his hometown. But now, it seems that I’m moving again from Kumbakonam to Chennai, and I have no one else to blame but myself.

And now, it’ll be because I need a job. I’ll have to join in another four days – May 18 (my birthday, that is) and I’ll have to forget living a carefree life in Kumbakonam with nothing at all to worry about. Kumbakonam has taught me many things that I could’ve NEVER possibly learnt in Hyderabad. That countryside-ish belief, that way in which people would like me to behave, to dress up, everything. Kumbakonam is a precious town, and I can’t say goodbye to it that easily. But now, it seems that it isn’t so hard to say goodbye (I had always been a sucker for Goodbyes in the past) and now it seems tears do not roll down my cheek once every five minutes and I’m acting like a normal human being.

Perhaps this is for the best.

My parents are staying here. I’ll have to live in a hostel, which means I’ll have so much to remember without mom to remind me of every single thing I need to do. :/ It’s going to be really tough.

But since I really like Kumbakonam now, even though I hated it once, I think I might come to like Chennai, too, someday. (Psst! I already like it!)

Let’s see if life gets any better. Or worse.

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That Stormy Night

Here’s another limerick from me. After a long time, of course.

The howling wolves, hooting owls, and the mummies that rise

Taking delight in the stormy night, with their bone-chilling cries

Made her wish she never left home

Finally, she decided going back on her own

But the shiny pair of eyes in the tree bark told her otherwise.

A blog series?

I just decided something! I am going to write a blog series and improve my liking for writing. Since I’ll be obliged to post a chapter everyday, I’ll somehow find my interest in writing again.

I don’t know how successful this is going to be, but I know that I have free time until fifteenth of this month, because I’m leaving town on sixteenth. I have to join TCS on eighteenth (my birthday!) and so I need a day to get adjusted in Chennai, the place where I have been asked to report at.

Since I have all the time until sixteenth of this month, one part of my brain asks me “why shouldn’t I channel all my thoughts into a pretty story?” Although, there’s always the other part of my brain that loves to drag me away from this. Anyway, I’ll try to write again is what I’m trying to say.

Rebels of the Romans

Written on the last day of NaPoWriMo:

I tried merging a war scene with poetry, and I think it has ruined the ‘poetic’ aspect in the poem, but here it is anyway. I had to try something new.

Mounting onto their horses, they rode ferociously

They knew they had to resist the Romans;

Catevellauni as they were, ‘the brave warriors’

Spilled out on either side, encasing the brutes within.

Arming themselves with every last spear,

And stripping themselves of clothing;

Coating themselves with a sea blue dye,

They lashed out at their foes, like the waves of an ocean.

Their united army looked like a gargantuan beast

One that cannot be slain with a single cut.

The foes looked red, what with their uniforms,

And retaliated with all their might.

Though their foes were outnumbered,

The army in red had a determination so strong.

They had great weapons, great brains

And had a silver spoon while they were born.

The Catevellauni were all rough lads

They were hunters, peasants and merchants.

While the mighty Roman legions had

Only those who fought well – warriors.

The Catevellauni charged forward

And shocked the entrapped Romans with sharp daggers.

The Romans hurled back flame-arrows

To protect their own skin.

The Iceni marched out of nowhere,

Into the human walls that encased the foes,

Where the Romans took out their arrows

In fear of losing their lives.

The javelins of the Iceni

Were strong and caused chaos.

The combined forces of the Catuvellauni and the Iceni

Put the Romans down.

And like barbarians did they celebrate

When they finally won the war.

It was the beginning of a new millennium,

And it had to start with war.

The wild Britons loved freedom

And so the Catevellauni and Iceni went to hunt

Later, the Venicones and Silures joined them

For the victory party.

Note: The Catuvellauni, Iceni, Venicones, Silures, etc are the british tribes (Britons) that fought against the Roman rule in England before 43 AD (before the establishment of the Roman rule in Britain — in AD 43 or so).

Additional info you may like to know: The Romans were civilized, while the Britons still led barbaric lives. They used some kind of dye to coat themselves with before waging war, to frighten their enemies. The Romans were the ones who used the sturdy tortoise formation to stand united against their enemies — the one that Amish has written about in his ‘Shiva trilogy’.

The British tribes along with the ones in Gaul (modern-day France) were called the ‘Celts’. Celtic languages are still spoken in Ireland, but my guess is that the original Celtic languages might’ve gone through a lot of transformations.

And yes, history is interesting. 🙂 Do read some.