Phooo!!!

After a long long long long..... long hiatus, I strike again... Back without a bang, but with a lot of words about my life... It has been a hell of a time... Last time I wrote was when I left my previous college, to join a new college... An apprehensive me had turned to blogging to find solace... And that 'apprehensive' me has turned into a very 'confident' me...

It has been 3 months since I took the shift back... I joined the new college... Though I had two friends in the college, the first day in my class I was met with stares - ranging from cold to inquisitive... I am a person who adapts to change very easily... So settling down was not an issue for me... I actually became very comfortable within the first few days... And the two friends of mine - A and S - did prove to be blessing in disguise... Within a short span of time, I made a lot of friends... And now we have a very close group in college... Apart from friends, studies are going fine... The teachers are decent enough but have weird accents... So giggling in the class at wrong pronunciations have become a part and parcel of classroom fun... And then there are these weird people in my class, who for some reason, cannot just stop discussing other people, who are not even related to them... Personally I get a lot of stares in the class... They look up to me as some kind of alien... So things at my new college are awesome...


On the other hand, the 'thing' that I was actually excited about - my friends of 5-6 years being here... My anticipation was mulled by the behavior I have been getting... None of my old friends except for L bother to keep in touch... And every time their ****ed up explanation is that they are too busy...

The worst part is that me and my mum are back to fighting the Word War... Every morning is spent in battling it out in words... The end is brought about by whoever gets to speak louder!!!

So the best things/people in my life currently are S,L and A and Bruno... :)

Last Days...

It is one of my last days here... A bout of nostalgia is what I am feeling... On one hand, there is the excitement of going back, back to my roots, back to where I belong, back to friends who have been there most my life... But on the other hand, there are these great bunch of friends I have made here... I know separations are difficult and the thought of never being able to meet haunting, but that is how life is... Nothing is certain... Any one moment can turn the direction of your life by 180 degrees...

I am hoping everything happens smoothly and my friends here, my love for all of whom I cannot express, live happily... That is all I can wish for... It is very difficult to find people who genuinely care for you but here it was not rare, it was on the contrary very easy... I can count about 50+ people who do care for me deeply and who I also care for... I wish them well in life...

Lets see where life takes me...



P.S:This is a felt-and-wrote piece... So standard certainly ain't very good...

'PERFECT'

It was a perfect day, in every sense of the word. And also a day of many firsts. Today, it rained heavily here for the very first time this year. And today, for the first time ever, I got drenched in the rain - intentionally. And also wished my friend Dev 'a very Happy Birthday' for the very first time. And these lines are the summary of this whole piece. So if you are not in a hurry, continue reading. But I must warn you that you might find the use of the word 'perfect' redundant :) And for those who are in a hurry, don't read further, the following is the stupid elongated version of the two sentences above!

Today started with me waking up late, taking a quick bath and skipping breakfast! The weather was close to PERFECT and I was singing on my way to college, in careless splendour. The song I was singing was "Jab bhi koi ladki dekhun mera dil deewana bole ole ole ole" (translated to English: Whenever I see a girl, my crazy heart says ole ole ole). I do not understand the reason, but I did remember the song and was singing it :)
Anyways I was late for class and after being allowed in, I was back to my favourite activity - thinking and doodling. It was 'perfect' 'cause no teacher caught me day-dreaming. As the day proceeded, the weather became better than 'perfect'. It ultimately started raining - heavily. Since the day I came back, it had not rained even once. And finally it did today! I got wet and it felt good. But I quickly went into my friend's place and dried myself. It had been a few moments when I was lazing that three other friends dropped by and forced me into getting out and taking a walk in the rain. I shrugged but they being the 'perfect' marketeers convinced me to get and walk to the nearest chaiwala for a steaming hot cup of tea. And after the initial shock of my foot getting stuck in the mud and being knee-deep in all the dirty water, it actually became fun. After than wonderfully 'perfect' time that I had, I drove back home which was even more fun. The reasons being the roads were converted to huge ponds of water and driving on those roads felt like crossing the oceans (duh!). Secondly it is really funny to see what the rain does to guys. Its like the pouring rain unleashes all the hormones that they have. The guys were actually whistling and singing - neither talents that I have witnessed earlier. It made me smile though :D
I reached home safely and scrubbed myself with Dettol, lest I catch some kind of skin infection.

All in all, it was actually one of the best days of my life. And with this I intend to sign out :)

The eyes say it all...

My first attempt at fiction, after reading numerous creative pieces by fellow bloggers!

She lay on the edge of the bed, facing the wall - thinking what went wrong and when...

He lay on the other side, having the same thoughts...

Both of them wanted the same thing - the warmth of each other's bodies close to them... A smug hug while wading away to the land of blissful dreams... But both of them were egoistic to an extent not to accept the truth...

Somewhere in the background, a marriage was proceeding with the loud music and jest of all the guests... They remembered how happy they had been on their marriage and afterwards... The honeymoon in Italy, the stealing kisses at their folk's place... How they longed for it!

And then suddenly, crash came the window of the next room... Both of them were startled and got up... He asked her to stay and went to inspect with a vase in his hand... He returned shortly and said there was nothing... That was it... That was enough to make them realise their folly... Both embraced each other lovingly, and looked at each other... Their eyes said it all... 

It is my first story... Please leave a comment and let me know how you did not/did like it!!! :)

Ahh... Summer...

Rain rain come again : these four words seem to be on every one's lips nowadays... It had rained a couple of days back but has not brought any respite... The wretched inland temperate zone weather.. No wonder the heat has claimed more than 40 lives... Air Conditioners are modes of temporary relief : the moment you step out, you are hit by the heat - not less, but more intense... And what about the millions of people who are not privileged enough to own an A.C... The heat is not going to decrease with the complaining... The key word here is Global Warming.... (for extensive reading on Global Warming, refer to Wikipedia ...)

A small effort on every one's part can converge into a behemothic effort by the entire world... Small things like switching off the lights, switching off the engine at signals, closing taps, etc. etc. is all that it takes... I remember being the only one, not only in my hostel,  but also in the entire locality to observe The Earth Hour -  which involved an hour of minimum or no current usage... Such audacity will not lead us anywhere but to our graves...

Written in public interest after a hot, sleepless night with low voltage!

A Cinderella Story

The intervals between two exams have never been so boring. Everyone has left for home, I am the only one in my group to be stuck in this town, the only who hasn’t been home for six long months. Not that I am susceptible to homesickness, but now I really am and can’t wait to get home. Meanwhile the jobless me has nothing but two, umm no three… hmmm no four things to do every day. First, watch movies and more movies by staying up the nights. Second, sleep for long hours during the day. Third, occasionally eat and fourth remove unwanted facial hair. It is as if I have jet lag but minus the travelling. And for the past few days I didn’t feel like writing, so devoted all my time to Poker - my new obsession. I made a lot of money and then lost it all. Apart from that, during today’s sleep-deprived session, I saw the movie ‘A Cinderella Story’ starring Hilary Duff and Chad Michael Murray. It is another of my favourite romantic movies with a “and they lived happily ever after” end. While watching the movie, I underwent several realisations which I thought were necessary to be penned down (or keyed down in this case).

This is a story about a guy Austin Ames whose secret ambition is to go to Princeton and become a writer but is unable to express his feelings under the pressure of keeping up to his father’s dreams and everyone else’s expectations of him. He is in love with his ‘cyber girlfriend’ from his school. They have not revealed their true identities to each other but are deep in love. 

The ‘cyber girlfriend’ is none other than Sam Montgomery who works at her stepmother’s diner (which 

had earlier belonged to her father) and also wishes to join Princeton. Both of them, as in Austin and Sam, were afraid to reveal their secret identities to the whole world. They carried on their ‘cyber relationship’ till the Halloween Dance. But as fate would have it (and also to suit the title of the movie), ‘the costumed Cinderella’ Sam had to leave before 12 midnight and dropped her phone instead of the shoe. After finding out that her ‘Prince Charming’ is actually Austin Ames – the school hunk – she gives up hopes for them being together, thinking he would never accept her. But Austin meanwhile has been searching extensively for her. Sam’s true identity is revealed just before the game in a not-very-attractive-way due to the evil plot of her step-sisters. And after this incident and a message from her father left on the diner walls, she musters up the courage to rebel against her step mother and announce to the whole world who she is and what she is made up, giving inspiration to her Prince to follow her lines. Sam found that the house and diner actually belonged to her and also that her abominable step mother had thrown away her acceptance letter from Princeton. Retrieving her authority, she made Fiona and her step-sisters work at the diner and restored the diner its original form. The movie ends with both of them leaving for Princeton together and living happily ever after.

(For a more elaborate summary of the story please refer to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Cinderella_Story).

It was indeed a pleasant story but as always, I started deliberating. One point that caught my notice that each of the lead pair portrayed a different self from what they originally were. It is not true in the case of every person on earth? Are we not continuously trying to change ourselves to match up the expectations of people other than ourselves? When have we really paid attention to what we want ourselves to be, what do we need to be happy? In today’s fast world, everything is about pleasing others- our bosses, our colleagues, our family, and the list is never ending. Even dogs, who are described as ‘eager to please everyone’, do things which makes them happy. “It is better late than never “holds true in the driving world, not in our lives. Imagine getting enlightenment at the age of say 65 and the time to put it to execution is a few more years. It’s true that it is better than never getting that knowledge but would life not be much simpler and better if the knowledge was attained at the age of 30? According to some great philosopher (me), “life is meant to be lived absolutely not relatively”, meaning being content with your own life will get you the ultimate happiness. Comparing your position, you condition won’t.

Also another thing that I realized was how badly I need a guy who is romantic, who believes in himself and also in me( as opposed to someone who doesn't) and is not afraid to show. Well it applies to me too. And also to my host of friends. It is very very important to have people around you have faith in you and will stand by you (as in the case of Sam, it was Carter).

'TRUE LOVE'

It is 4.15 in the morning and I haven't caught any sleep as usual. I tried sleeping by reading- didn't work. Then I proceeded to watch a movie -It's a Boy Girl Thing, a movie which I have watched umpteen times just because of my total love for the movie. It stars Samaire Armstrong and Kevin Zegers - both of whom I love dearly. Well this movie features in the list of my absolute favourites. It is the story about the protagonists Nell Bedworth and Woody Deane and how they embark upon a journey which starts with them hating each other and ending with them finding love in each other. The ending is actually the beginning of their relationship. It is a story involving a body swap, which in fact is the main reason for the hero and the heroine of the movie coming together.

I am an absolute sucker for romantic movies and novels. And be it any book or film, I see my reflection in the heroine of the story. Same goes with this movie(minus the body swap though!). I love the way Woody confesses his love to Nell and love the way they fall in love. Any story which has the hero and heroine madly falling in love enthrals my interest. All the romantic movies and novels end up inciting a mixture of feelings in me. For one, I feel very happy thinking about it but on the other hand, it just makes me feel how drained and empty my life is. My mind knows that there is no 'perfect' person for anyone but my heart yearns for one.

This has been the case since a very long time. And everytime I watch such movies, it makes me go crazy. Of late, this craziness has gone to such levels that I have convinced myself that my 'true' love is not in India but abroad!!!

It was a long night. I have been up since 10 hours and been doing nothing but downloading songs, randomly. And between checking the songs and downloading pictures of Paris at night, I have been through a lot of thoughts, which like the songs were random. I opened Wikipedia and read about London, thereby leading to the following links one by one(I do not remember perfectly well though):-

• The London Eye
• A few other ferris wheels all over the world
• The tallest buildings on Earth
• The Eiffel Tower
• Paris
  

And it was at Paris that I was stuck. Of late I seem to have been reading/seeing about Paris a lot. First, I read "Dancing on a Rainbow" by Barbara Cartland in which the protagonist escapes to Paris to 'check out' the guy arranged by her father for her marriage. An

d I am a die-hard romantic.

 The description of Paris totally blew me off. Secondly, I satiated myself with the sights of Paris in the movie 'The Devil wears Prada'. Thirdly, my best friend Tulika told me about her grandfather's life as as student in Paris. And many more such instances where Paris keeps coming into the picture. 

The word Paris keeps playing in my sub-conscious mind. And now I have become really desperate to go to Paris, which totally seems impossible to me in the near future. 

But Paris is not really what this post is about. I want to write down about many 'weird' changes I am going through. As a kid and a teenager, I have never shied away from attention. In fact, I believe I suffer from an insane Attention Seeking problem. But I have noticed since a few days I like retreating to my room in the hostel( which was one of the places I hated being at before a month back). I like sitting all by myself, reading a book or surfing the internet, avoiding human contact and conversations as much as possible. In fact, I hesitate to go out even when my close friends here call me. Its as if I am turning into an oyster or something, just trapping myself in a shell, except it is intentional. I am at the threshold of the 21st year of my life(I will be completing 20 years of my existence in May)...*Sob sob*... I have been through a lot of ups and downs in life, but never had I been so bent upon alienating myself from the entire world. My friends think I am crazy(which I agree I am). But the fact that they look down upon rather than appreciating it is what is making me this way I guess...

Well I am just waiting for the next 10 days after which I will enjoy my blissful reunion with my Bruno. This is a photo of my baby Bruno:-

I have been up all night, HAVEN'T had coffee, watched 5(oh my God, I realised it now) movies through the night... Just Like Heaven, Sweet Home Alabama, Legally Blonde-1, Madagascar -2 and Harold and Kumar escape from Guantanemo Bay - all of which I love... I downloaded a couple of songs which I had never heard earlier!! It was quite an aimless night and this quite an aimless piece of writing. I was actually supposed to complete my English journal for my practical exam later today. But guess what, I finished watching 5 movies but haven't even completed even 1 piece of writing... I have been sleeping alone since a month(my room-mate Sachi has shifted to her home) and I have the liberty of messing up my room to any extent I want( which is pretty much what I have done all these days).

I am going to take off, thinking of completing the journal. Its just 7 hours( that is a lot of time) to my exam and I need to complete, get pictures, STICK them, etc. etc. , viz. A LOT OF HARD WORK :(

So that's it for now... Hope to return with some more serious, objective-oriented pieces.
Ciao!

You can decide the title!!!

Not long back, on second thoughts, actually long back in September 2008 we had our University Youth Festival. It is a regular affair every year. Last year, though I didn't participate(because I was in the Hand Ball Team), I had been made in charge of the events to be held at the Chemistry Auditorium. And it was during one of the competitions( read literary), that I wrote the following poem...

The contestants were given a few topics out of which one was Nature... Most of them came out with brilliant pieces of poetry. As for mine, it is no way near brilliant, but
1. it doesn't make sense
2. will surely make you laugh...

So here it goes:-
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MOTHER NATURE !!!

I look up the sky and see the blue clouds,
A feeling which makes me sing aloud,
A feeling which lifts me to the air,
A feeling strange yet similar to my mother's care.

I look around and see the green trees,
Long for my mother's embrace which I miss,
But the soothing green make me calm,
And suddenly I feel alarmed-
A large spider falls on my shoulder,
Scared, I stumble upon a boulder.
I break my leg and crack my head,
Feeling that I would be better of dead.

But Mother Nature at once comes alive,
A little cute bird onto my side dives,
And suddenly I feel alive,
Never so in my entire life.

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I know, I know... You must not have read as ridiculous a poem as this!

And the sand slips...

A trip to the Puri beach was what I yearned for in the Diwali vacations and what I got after long hours of persuasion. So the very next day, I left for Puri with my group of friends- Anjana, Soumya, Tanaya and Tulika. It was actually a short trip of one day as I was supposed to leave for Gujarat after two days.

After reaching, all of us quickly changed into our shorts and went to bathe in the frothy waters. The setting sun glorified all of us from top to bottom. After satiating myself wholly, I came out with my pockets feeling heavy, the reason being them filled with sands. The sand which I removed thereafter(after I dried myself a bit) and which filled my hands kept slipping. The slipping sands and the roaring waves reminded me of the quote "Time and tide wait for none". The sand slipping from my hands personified the time slipping by. It made me contemplate - contemplate about my survival, my life. WHAT REALLY WAS I DOING THERE?

This question was a little too heavy and needed proper thinking. But with the given atmosphere, I was not able to do much thinking.

Later that night, while sitting by the moonlit beach, I pondered about THE question - the unanswered questions that filled the corners of my brain( not that I have many!).

The purpose of life, I believe, is determined by the attitude and the priorities in one's life. It varies from person to person. But how often do people identify it and its importance.

The purpose of life is like the vision of any company(I am a management student, no other example came to my mind). At various stages of life, goals change, but the long-term goal-the purpose remains steady. And I think all that everyone ultimately needs in the end is happiness.

I, for one, have many things that I need to do. Simple things that will make my life and that of people, and animals of course, around me better. Time is limited and we should try to work within this constraint to harness happiness - out of the little things in life.

In this really competitive world, people are forgetting the importance of 'other things'. The only thing that matter these days is success and money, though that might ultimately lead to happiness. But in this journey, they overlook the importance of the aforementioned 'small things'.

Life is all about living it and getting the most out of it. So go ahead and LIVE! Enjoy! Don't let triffle matters disturb you. Instead pay attention to things that give and spread joy.

A start...

It has actually been a very long time since i wanted to start my own blog. There was a time when blogs were there everywhere. All my friends had their own 'fancy' blogs. And there was a period when all the celebrities also engaged themselves in 'writing blogs'. So I created an account at blog spot and left it like that. When I opened to check out a college mate's blogs, I actually actually wanted to start writing my own.

I do not know how people who read this(I am sure very few of 'em) will appreciate it or not, but I guess blogs are just a medium to express oneself.
So finally my brain and fingers have agreed to co-operate and I begin on this 'journey' of writing my own stories.
Hope you like what you read and if you don't(read: most likely), it's okay... Just leave me a comment!