Today i wrote about journalists..........

There are those ......who play foul .......But wish to bury 
Their incompetence and the sands .......of dirty tricks 
They are the politicians.............. 
There are those ............who dig ineptness .........With their mighty pens............. 
To expose the remains  of ineffectuality............. 
They are the free media............... 
Between the two entities ..............There is always a clash........... 
In which one rots in jail .......While the other plays more foul................ 
Can anybody protect journalists?.................. 
Not with papers from offices alone.............. 
But also with action of great merit...................
                                                                         sandhyaraj.

Today iam so crazy in writing............

This may seem a little indifferent but I can honestly say I am happiest when writing........... It's been my one and only desire/aim since I was 7 years old  to write and be a writer....in my school....................
 I had just finished reading fairytales and thought to become a chota writer........
And so it began..............
 I may have stopped sometimes, I may not write 24-7, I may lose inspiration and motivation but whenever I go back to it, it's like i've never been away.........
 I get excited about adding more to my novel or creating a poem........... using words to my advantage..............
I absolutely agree with Clean White Page........ 
if i can evoke a feeling in those who read my work, that is pretty special...........................
 It's one thing to write but it's another to inspire with your writing................
 That is a very important part of what I do. I want people to be enthralled.............
 I want people to see an image I describe............... 
I want them to feel........... 
I think that's pretty passionate.............. :)
I'm getting the passion back.  There are times when I can't wait to get home to write a thing....................... 
 I will dwell on what I want to write about, leaving notes on my phone and just plain ole driving myself nuts till I can sit down and write....................
 Don't know if it's passion or not, but yes, i'm the happiest when i write, and i have been doing it a long time and never got tired of it...................
 if one day i have to do this for a living and i imagine i will, but right now i'm in seventh heaven. i guess that's passion? 
it's a challenge sometimes, but that makes it more fun.......... then i'm really a happy person. :)
Sometimes I find myself so conflicted that the only way I know how to release the tension is through some free-writing, usually for me ending up in the form of a poem. 
That is not too often, but some of my best poems come from this tension, and it is not necessarily always bad............... 
For instance, when I watched blossoms from an tree with a butterfly swirling about me..or my loved ones......., it was so mundane, and yet so stunningly amazing, and I had no words for my feelings. 
Those blossoms, flying about  I still can't explain it, but I wrote a block of text, not really a poem, but it is still refreshing to read, and it brings back those same intense...stirrings...................... 
Anyway, I'm no poet, I'm not a novelist.............. 
That is an entirely different can of worms..................... 
Mostly, it's a similar tension, but only from the fact that I have so very many stories to tell, I figure I can't waste a minute of my life of I'll never get them all out....... 
Even then, I know it wont.............sandhyaraj

DEDICATED TO HOUSEWIFE'S.............

Hi..friends  today I thought of dedicating my thoughts......to all housewife's who is the real hero behind a family...............
Being a women I wrote this...............for all beautifull housewife's...............Inner speech................
Everymorning ............morning all a normal housewife's ask is for a wee bit of wisdom before these tasks.............
The laundry, the dishes,  children’s needs and wishes..............
The packing, the stacking, and the order the house is lacking..................
The cooking, the cleaning and should think about weaning............
Even though she know...................this is the work the world cannot do without............her.................
 she want to shout “There has been some mistake! I was not supposed to have this ordinary life!”
See, when she became a wife...
she had this notion she could still go far, learn how to play guitar, be a rock star................
But now that she is a mother, with only seconds sprinkled throughout the day for other, grander dreams.............
It seems those aspirations vaguely float around her head..................
Whisper who she meant to be as she make the beds, poach the eggs.............
Search for the self she still hope to become but find mismatched socks instead.......
she stand in an old, old house that slopes in the kitchen...............
And she reckon the heart of any home is in that dip in front of the sink............
It’s enough to drive her to drink........... to think of some other woman who stood there before...........
Growing old on that slanted floor..................
And she fear there’ll be nothing left to her in many years.........
But she banish that thought right from her brain.........because she is not going to go insane................
Not just because she have too much to do................
But because it just doesn’t have to be true..............Not if she revel in this choice.......................
Use her voice................
she is going to do these................. damn dishes always.......without rest.......this is a common thought for all womankind!
finally................she want .............. find the courage to rescue her dreams from the trees...............
As well as shoulder God’s greatest responsibility............
Beating the heart of a family................
So what she want today is this....................
A Cheerio-scented morning kiss......................
Constant companionship while she piss...............
Tiny fingers like calamari wrapped around her wrist................
The list is longer than what she could possibly miss from some fantasy of her future.................
So as she stand at the sink on that slanted floor...............
Thinking of the woman who stood there before................
And finally comes the wisdom that she have been asking for.............:
What is Now................Is what is True...................
No matter how mundane, how boring, how depressing, how plain...................
So you see she will not go insane................
she will find a way to stay free.....................
But at any time......... she got to take her place with grace.........
In the face of ordinary.....................
So guys............. respect women..............without them...................world is nothing..................ya..............
                                                                                                                                      sandhyaraj.....
                                                                                                               haha yet to become a housewife.....

About sandhyaraj.............

Friends let me tell about sandhyaraj for you .................

I'm a small girl in a small world. I have brown eyes that everyone compliments probably cause their big, I do not see what are so nice about them. I have long lashes, when i put mascara on them they look like spiders.........
 My hair is as golden and shiny as the wheat in the harvest's best field................... 
My body is sculpted and statuesque as a sculpture shipped from rome..................hahaha.................. 
My beauty is like the mona lisa, as natural as ever................
. My optimism is like a new born a baby's first laugh................. 
My smile is as happy as a mother of 6 wondrous children...............
 My lips are pink as if they were made from a soft strawberry combined with cotton candy.....................
 My cheeks are a baby pink, perhaps as an actual baby's cheeks.................
 My skin is detailed with acne, each one representing just another wonderful thing in my life.
 And last of all, my personality is too detailed to fully describe, like a full rainbow shooting across the sky...................
                                                                sandhyaraj

A wonderfull day in my life.................

you know friends I will tell you the dreaming of the impossible,........that was too hard to get for me......................
I was waiting patiently................for a day like today....................for a person who is wonderfull...........
who would know me,....................may be better than I do...................
who would accept me,with all my qualities....................
who would stand by me................... he is a true teacher ................who know me much better than me.......................
And true to me would remain.................through out my carrier........
Then the impossible happened,as the dearest of my dreams came true.........................
Oh! This is a  beautiful day,The lovely day................
                                                                                         sandhyaraj

MY LIFE TODAY...............

The question if you ask me..............is..... what thrills me? 
Giving this some thought, I know exactly what thrills me. 
Everything....................... Life itself thrills me. 
These words that I'm typing, the fact that someone is reading the words................. I'm writing............ This all thrills me.
Writing has became my major part of my life.........and for my entire life too....... that thrill's me.....................
I love happiness................. I also love sadness............. I love my feelings over all, even if I am not enjoying them at the present time..........or not.
 I love the fact that I have the freedom to enjoy or not enjoy these feelings as they come to me....................... 
I love the fact that I usually don't have time to be bored................. 
My life is occupied enough that I don't have time to just stop learning and be a bump on a log...............
I love sleep..................... 
I love the dreaming that occurs while I sleep. The fantasy realms of my subconscious bleed into my day to day life and enrich my perception of life.
 I love the fact that my view of the world is so creative and imaginative. I love when I can share my altered perception with others who are equally imaginative.
I love writing. It gives my life a chance to experience some of the creativity that my dreaming life enjoys.................... 
I enjoy writing every situation that really make me think about life itself.
 I love the fact that there are still things to think about in life and that writing can bring them to the forefront for me...............


My life is beautifull at the present moment where i am thrilled day to day..........................
                                                                                       SANDHYARAJ

A story of a girl...................

Let me tell you about a  GIRL WITH ATTITUDE...................
she is  a girl with attitude.............
she entered this world bound and determined................
she will always get her way....................
she is a girl with a perfect attitude..............
 when the very first time she went to school...............she beat breaking every rule.....................in all activities........in culturals..............
she is the  biggest bully in the school on the stage.................
she is just a litle fiesty blonde girl .................. mom's girl...................................always taking back a pain in my mom's ass.........................
And less weight on dad's shoulders..............with a fearful sister........................
 she turns pain into anger..................and pull....kill all the hurdles in her way....................
sometimes she wants to explode.........................or just have a good cry....................
she is a girl that holds a smile on her face,even when things are a mess and her faith falls out of place.....................
she is a girl who believes in taking chances for what I want................
instead of pretending to be happy as someone I'm not .......................
she is a girl who's not afraid to let her emotions show,
and learns to go on as her feelings start to grow................
she is a girl who would never give up on the love of her life,
because there are two paths she can make the wrong or the right..............
she is a girl who dosen't care about what other people think of her style,
she is the one who savor every moment even if its only for a little while............
she is a girl who can cry and laugh all at the same time............
the one that's innocent looking but powerfull..........at times...................
she is a girl try's hard to push herself through,
the one that dosen't care if she'll ever fit in tobe kool.
she is a girl you can call unperfect.......................... her hairs always a mess,
she really not so diffrent as the rest.................
if it were up to a consideration............... say she come in first best.............
she is  that girl who loves to laugh,
the one that can joke around till things get out of control..............
she is that girl that loves to dream,
but make her fairytales come true.............with her work........attitude.............
sometime instead she judged by others that are strangers to her eyes,
 but............bottled up withthout any goodbyes and silent cries for inside.......sometimes,
But anger still inside.......like a volcano..................
she is that girl...............with greatest success only success in her way..........yet yet many acheivemets come......... 
she ...................choosen a supposedly a nice guy and gets treated like a princess......................fighting all the time...............
 she is a girl with attitude ...................bit for now she's subsided..................
because a guy with so much passion...............has stolen her heart .............
she's finally ready to be sandhyaraj...............as her guy is raj.........................
and that is my world...                                       by sandhyaraj.