Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
- the intoxicating smell of freshly cut grass.
- huge butterflies chasing smaller ones, just like that.
- untidy flower borders, bursting with flowers that have flourished simply coz they have not been pampered.
- fireflies playing hide and seek with you.
- horrendous bumps in the road.
- school kids dancing along after school hours.
- girls with well-oiled hair and gajras.
- the old wrinkled men who cut the grass and smile at me as i cycle past staring at em.
- the entire gang of ladies who clean the campus and hostels and everything else in between.
- guys chatting up girls and vice versa.
- others pretending to ignore a significant someone.
- lost souls, young souls, old ones too.
- crowded crow hot-spots (rather white-spots).
- delicious sambar smells, whiffs of the tandoor and the aroma of coffee at the eateries.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Today has been a totally different day from my daily routine. First and most important, it’s the day I finally go home, to Pune! I have been looking forward to this time with tons of excitement, and my heart would skip a beat every single time. But surprisingly, today morning I woke up and there seemed to be an air of melancholy on campus. I am still as excited, but somehow, this campus has also become a home of sorts and leaving, even for a short while and even while knowing that I shall be back, gives a slight sorrowful tinge to everything. So much so, that I actually wait eagerly for lunch at the mess, I look at my tiny old room with a smile and I even find myself saying goodbye to the buckets and the staircases at the hostel. As if parting company with old friends...
And so I set forth on the journey back home, to good old Pune, the only place I had ever called “home”, before Bangalore happened to me. Should I feel guilty because I have allowed a different city, a different place to grow on me? And you see it’s not really just the city, but the campus, the atmosphere here, the lush greenery and the warmth of all my friends that makes it so much more special than just a new city.
Anyway, am digressing, as I am wont to do... So back on track… the reason why today was different. I was trying to figure out my exact feelings. The joy, the sorrow and the excitement all mingled together. (Too much emotion actually can make you feel ill and I wanted to just drop everything, sit down, bawl my heart out and then go on once the tears had dried). Having packed my bag (imagine, just one bag... even I manage to surprise myself at times!!!), I bid adieu to the institute for the next few days, called up friends I had not said goodbye to in person and boarded the bus to the airport. Just before I got into the bus was my nice experience number one for the day... The rickshaw-wallah who dropped me from institute to the Mekhri circle bus pick-up point was simply awesome. He had no change for hundred and I had only 16 measly rupees in loose change. His meter showed the fare as 22 Rupees and he could very well have demanded that I wait till he got change from somewhere; but the good samaritan he was, he did not do so. He, in fact, smiled and took the 16 Rupees and helped me load my bag onto the bus. Suddenly my spirits were lifted a lil bit. A smile can work wonders that way. Another smile I met along the way was from a lady-cleaner at the airport. For no apparent reason she gave me a radiant smile and suddenly even the delayed flight seemed like no big deal. All I wish is that there was some way I could let these people, who made me happier today, know how grateful I am. Hopefully, in some way, I too shall be able to make a tiny little part of somebody’s day a little brighter today. Perhaps that way we can pass on the twinkling smiles and make even ourselves a little happier.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Monday, July 06, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
I’m standing on plain ground out here
I’m just an insignificant girl.
Yet every time I stand like this
I feel on top of the world.
It doesn’t look like I am moving
I seem rooted to the spot.
But I feel like I’m in free fall.
It’s an illusion, just a thought.
And when the wind blows through my hair
I feel free without a care
It’s like the world’s in sync with me
I’m free falling through the air.
Maybe coz I’m just one person
There’s no real difference I can make
But when I’m free falling, I’m flying
I leave a trail of happiness in my wake.
The darkening clouds hang overhead,
At times it seems, it's not a leak
I know they TRY to repair it
It's at times like these that I feel so sure
Sometimes I suddenly think of you
Then I smile to myself and wonder
If you're thinking of me too.
I sit up and hug my knees
And think of how very nice it would be
If precisely at that moment
Your thoughts would drift to me.
I walk over to the window
And drink in the beauty of the night
I feel certain that I'm in your mind
Because everything seems so right.
There's something precious in that instant,
Something bewitching about the stars
It's a special magical moment
Because it's a moment that's just ours.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
2. I love to read...everything from science fiction to adventure stories to biographies to romance and classics. At times it seems like if only I have a book I shall never need to meet another real live person. I meet many within those pages and also visit so many places and situations that it seems to me like a parallel universe it is that I inhabit!
3. Ah! But I do wish to travel in real life too! Go see Europe and visit tiny little villages and look at old mysterious places, each with a quaint little story of its own. I wish to meet people from all those far off places and find out what I have in common with them and yet what makes us distinctive, different.
4. Someday I hope to teach small children. Not just as a "social responsibility" but because I love small kids and their inquisitive minds and their unbridled enthusiasm.
5. I love words.
6. I adore chocolates...the darker the better. I love the bewitching smell, the smooth texture, the intoxicating flavour and the amazing feeling you get when a piece of chocolate starts to just melt on your tongue!
7. I hope to see a live wild tiger face to face. But perhaps shall do that as the last thing in my life :D
8. I like to just go on unplanned trips...wander through small shops, tiny little second-hand stores and through back-alleys and open markets.
9. I can be very stand-offish and silent when I meet you the first time. Take ages to get talking. But then there is always the chance that once I get started, I may never stop.
10. I love playing cards and am pretty fiercely competitive about that.
11. I love the moon and rain and the seashore and the sound of running water.
12. I have always been and remain a rather adamant person and nothing you say shall make me budge if I am not convinced.
13. The person I love best in the world is my little sister.
14. Endless, madcap conversations and huge steaming cups of coffee are my definition of an almost perfect weekend. Throw in all my dearest friends...and that is heaven indeed. Arguments, gossip, mindless chatter...hardly matters what!
15. Ok. This is getting more and more difficult. Random suddenly seems like a word with a very narrow scope!
16. I was always a plump kid. And I remain so. Not a kid but the other part applies.
17. As a child I hated learning the multiplication tables and till today have never been able to "know them all by heart". I always need to stop, think and calculate!
18. I have trouble accepting anything on blind faith. I envy people who have that kind of faith. It perhaps makes life much easier.
19. My mom had told me a story about a guy who built a house right over a stream. I would like to build one like that too...right on the slopes of a gentle hill along a path that leads down to a river.
20. My sister once said that our dad is the world's best sandwich maker. I second that. And he makes the best scrambled eggs and tells the most hilarious stories too!
21. Once upon a time I loved to paint. Lately I seem to have forgotten that.
22. People and places, especially from bygone eras, fascinate me...discovering their stories is almost a passion.
23. Am glad that I am nearing the end of the tag. I find it very difficult to write to order. But am an avid letter writer. I love to receive letters too. There is incredible joy in seeing your name on an envelope :)
24. Am a rather lazy person and am amazed that I have managed to stick to this tag-writing/completing whatever process. It is a rare event indeed!
25. I love surprises and puppies and fluffy clouds and my dearest friends and jungle sounds and the smell of freshly baked bread and old movies and new ones. Hopefully #25 was atleast a little random!
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Has it ever struck you that it is almost as if, if you believe something good, something right is going to happen, then it just shall? It is as if the thoughts, the slight smile and the burst or spark of joy within you can alter your fate, your destiny. That one moment of intense belief and hope can make things go the right way! Just hold onto this thought and let us see where it takes us...
It is this thought that comes across overwhelmingly from the Alchemist and from Jonathan Livingston Seagull and a host of other books from different genres. A lot has been written and said and all of it sounds interesting and inspiring. But it is hard to believe something like this truly till you have an experience that makes you discover it for yourself. As has been for me all my life, discovering things for myself, as if I were the first person to find them, makes it far easier for me to accept and believe. So the parents and other elders may have been trying to get me to accept a fact but I never can till I firmly believe it from the depths of my being.
Perhaps all this is part of being a human being...the fact that we need to experience, live through an event in order to believe...blind faith can be such a bore! Many might say that it is important to believe in the wisdom of elders and to learn so as to never make the same mistakes...otherwise mankind shall never progress. But what is the point of such faith if it means never really believing but taking things on trust...just because “someone wiser says so”!
Saturday, January 17, 2009
I have been going mad about the moon lately...every single night the moon looks down upon me in all its glowing luminous glory and I go slightly mad...in a delicious sense! It feels like there is some magic in the night...in the cold night air, in the twinkling stars and the call of “something wild”! I wonder if this happens to everybody...this deep wish to share the magic of the moon in all its moods...the waxing and the waning phases. And the sad part is, even though I can feel the perfectness of the moment, it is near impossible to share. Few people understand the sheer poetry of that exact moment when you first notice the moon and are awed by it; most just think you have an ‘over the top’ reaction, others glance at it and think “What’s the big deal? The moon has been up there in the skies for eons!” and you have to be really lucky to find people who can share and appreciate that beauty. I count myself lucky that I can just call up my sister and wax poetic about something as supposedly everyday as the moon and yet she shall listen to me and let me pour out all my feelings and not laugh at them! And I am also lucky that I have friends who, though perhaps not moon-mad themselves, do notice my madness and yet do not judge me; instead they accept these idiosyncrasies and let me just be!
Perhaps the ‘Call of the Wild’ should be amended to ‘Call of the Moon’ for me! Ah! A moonlit night at the seashore, with the gentle sound of waves, shared with the people you love best in the world is a perfect night!