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ChandraChoodan Gopalakrishnan
29 June 2013 @ 11:27 pm
Afraid that it might be true. Impotent hope it might not. This cannot be happening again. What can one do?
Cry. Rage. Cry. Again.
 
 
Current Mood: depresseddepressed
 
 
ChandraChoodan Gopalakrishnan
06 March 2011 @ 03:41 am
Fond hopes, impotent dreams, baseless crushes. Dashed, torn and killed, by unfeeling, unknowing hands on a tangential mission. Once more, tears refuse to make themselves seen. Tears weren't even that required here. Thus a cynic is made.
 
 
ChandraChoodan Gopalakrishnan
09 July 2010 @ 09:41 pm
on this day, even his tears wouldn't come freely. denying him the relief of a good cry. on this day, hope dried at the bottom of the well. on this day, he lost. how wrong the message was, oh just how wrong.
 
 
Current Mood: depresseddepressed
 
 
ChandraChoodan Gopalakrishnan
17 May 2007 @ 04:33 pm
It's all in it. That word. 3 letters, half a syllable. All the answer one needs.
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Current Mood: heh?
 
 
ChandraChoodan Gopalakrishnan
17 January 2007 @ 11:52 am
One knows not why one writes. One just knows that if one doesn’t put one word, to another, to another, much like pieces of lego, one doesn’t, somehow, feel complete. So, we all try, in our own ways, to build our little lego houses. We are unsure, when we set out. So we hack at it. Building small huts, with mismatched blocks, one green piece snapping at two red ones on a yellow base. But, we build. We build because we finally have our fun. We build houses and gardens and little lego people having little lego tea parties on their little lego lawn.
Our houses aren’t good looking, no. Yet, they have a scruffy charm.
And as we build more and more, we find that shapes and colours need to be set, just so. And our vocabulary grows. So does our grammar.
And we write. The first poem. Looking feverishly into the dictionary for words that rhyme with condolence.
Our first big lego house is constructed. We are proud, and display it on top of our TV. And uncles and cousins and neighbours look at it, our poem and nod their heads. They don’t understand it, sure, but they like the twinkle in our eyes as we tell them of how, incense not only rhymes with condolence, but also, in rare circumstance, share the same context.

Soon, we are building three houses a day. Our spanking new lego set is now getting dirtier. More used. We find there are some words we use often, others stay in the big, grey Aristocrat suitcase, to be used later. Some pieces we forget, or throw out of the window. We build townships, and roads.

We get the upgraded Lego set - they call it the Technic. With running parts and rolling blades. And we pick up elements of style and composition. We no longer use all of the pieces, oh no. But we impress friends with what we write.

We use similes, metaphors and sloping roofs and transparent doors. We might outgrow our childhood fascination of the lego. But, those pieces we dumped in the old grey suitcase are still there. For us to use when we are bored. Or need to say something impressive.

Words. Lego pieces. Same difference.
 
 
 
ChandraChoodan Gopalakrishnan
1280 it is, no preparation, no studying. Not even enough prep-tests. Whatever time we had, we spent it in the office. We celebrated, therefore, with some chocolate chip cookies.
Cookie G"day lomo
 
 
ChandraChoodan Gopalakrishnan
31 October 2006 @ 07:32 pm
Ghosts at Night

Why see at all? Why not just dream?
 
 
ChandraChoodan Gopalakrishnan
01 September 2006 @ 07:19 pm
Home alone

Alright, I concede it - I can't go any faster than you can run. I am no match for your bike. Neither am I as flashy as the new generation. (But seriously, what is it with those kids these days?)

But please, don't let me die this horrible, slow death here. In a dark corner of a damp house. Condemned to neglect and the spider's web. Please, take me out, give me some air. I deserve a second chance. Didn't I give you one when you first learnt how to ride me and fell off the third minute?
 
 
ChandraChoodan Gopalakrishnan
14 July 2006 @ 10:29 pm
As he sat, flipping by tabs and blogs, a thought struck him. Why not do a little LJ updating. Long due, wasn't it? To think is to act. And so, he found himself, staring at an empty page wondering what to write about on his Journal. A 55 word story? Yes, that will do admirably
 
 
Current Mood: satisfiedsatisfied
Current Music: Bryan Adams - baby, when you're gone
 
 
ChandraChoodan Gopalakrishnan
29 April 2006 @ 06:24 pm
In love with it all