LIFE a day at a time

(I intend to write everyday but fail to conjure up topics that I feel to talk about. So I had an idea, I've always wanted to elaborate and explain what my poetry implies. I guess we'll be doing that somedays now. ;) ) " I see all around me, hassled parents Running around their kids Making them lunches and bringing cakes Taking them out and yelling them in. Parents going around their kids ." It's so natural and expected of parents to have the superior hand in the realm of immmeasurable love. They're loving, taking care, tolerating and teaching all at the same time to this life that they've generated. I'm sure they must feel like we're a magic. Something like the fire at the end of the snap of the magician. " And I go into the world, in a group of circles Everyone doing jobs, getting As, ticking rows And calling back home to validate Like a timestamp, but in your life A hello kitty sticker on your page Every kid is running behind their parent...

 I find people very confusing sometimes. I've had 25 years of experience to feel that before you question me. It's so strange how we all go ahead and attach ourselves to a million things and then find it painful when we tug and the string pulls. It's like we've found comfort in this Limbo. We don't want life, we want limbo. We have equalised our happiness with validation, only when a million different pople- coming from different places with completely different mindsets- will stamp on our life, will we allow ourselves to feel good. We've gone ahead and given people control of various aspects of our life and then we feel like life is either out of our control or worse uncontrollable. It's like being a puppet, but with the consciousness of being one. Who wants that? We all suffer from "Society, friends and strangers". We suffer from their opinion on us. If we could've one power, we would want it to be the power to make everyone fall in love with...

 I was never a fan of music. I loved the concept, had few favourites ofcourse. But songs and playlists were very limited at our dispense. I remember always feeling nostalgic or sad after listening to songs. And then I stopped because I didn't wanna feel that way. Untill I came to college and was forced to a lot of genres and a lot music, against my will and inspite of it. I discovered there existed songs that made me happy. That there was something called as surfing songs and finding what you like. As silly as it may sound, I was always apprehensive of this task. The field of unknown songs being shot at me seemed so uncomfortable that I hesitated for the longest times. I didn't want to feel sad again. Now I've felt such things by music that I believe in the stories we used to read as kids. How some Ragas made it rain or shine or cry. There are songs I listen to that make me cry no matter what but not because it's sad but because it's so utterly beautiful. It's ...

 Familiarity. Over the years the meaning this word bears has grown drastically. How our mind and brain is constantly trying to get familiar with the surroundings.  Like any animal, cat or lion, enters a place and starts sniffing around, pacing around to corners, feeling the "vibe", if you may. And only after a thorough discovering of everything, do they settle down and start living. We are nothing different than such animals. Everytime we enter a new place, we feel uncomfortable, unsettling. We snoop around the corners, gauge the many people and their behaviours before we enter the field, give our thoughts out and begin to be. But why? Have you ever wondered? Why is familiarity so important? Its because familiarity is synonymous to comfort. Only when our brain has come to know the terms of a situation, would it be able to exit the flight or fight mode and begin to think or feel or create. By familiar I don't mean to become friends with all people, situations or incidents,...

 I'm disappointed of being disappointed. It is the catch-22 of a spiritual experience. Self hatred is a self fulfilling prophecy. Or more like a mirror room. You keep looking at yourself, never quite finding the out room. And constantly faced with the inconvenience of facing yourself,  touching yourself to figure out the how to get out of it. In the process, sometimes you fall in love, but most times you just leave it be. cover yourself in the garb of a crown and similar faces. They call that the way to enlightenment, letting go - of others, choices, likes and dislikes and ultimately yourself. In the journey, you start hating everything because everything is an obstacle when your goal is the attainment of nothingness. You naturally start with looking at all the factors that you have, that you shouldn't have, that you must let go off. Hating yourself for having them in the first place, because if you didn't, how wonderful it'd have been to attain perpetual bliss. And in ...

 We describe the world as a dark or a sweet or a good place or even an infinite place as if the world is something we saw from the outside. As if you are a visitor, an onlooker, a rebellious invader out here to take actions, either towards or against the world. We see the world as a place you need to preserve and protect or maybe as a dirty place filled with inhumanity where one must swim against the grain to survive. We have dreams and aspirations about the world like a passer-by here in this never-ending universe. But we forget. we forget that whatever that we say about the world, know about the world, think about the world, do in the world only exists as long as we are there to witness it.  What is the proof that the world existed before you were born and would not cease once you cease to exist. This world is not yours as a country to a citizen. This world is your creation. Everything you accept to believe and learn is your perspective, your choices, your take is THE take- ...

  I am 25 years old and fairly old now in this adolescence thing. People now see me as an adult or maybe a kid adult, at best. Funny how each year you look back and realise how naive and childish you are but the current one seems to be the wisest. It's impossible to ever see yourself truly as who you are, at any given time - a fool's baby just trying to figure out the right way to crawl and feel safe.  As kids we all relish in the shadow of stupidity and hence forward keep trying to shed that shadow that we so cherish. because sanity comes with a price- the price of acting wise and proper. One walks about hiding the chaos of the mind, each one afraid of the pop, splatter, thud that is constantly going on in the head, like a kaleidoscope of troubled beads bouncing off each other and hitting one briefly repeatedly, a mosquito coming again and again and you beating the shit out of your head to get one hit at it, one chance of beating out that irritating buzz. What's wrong with...

    It’s a day like all others and you see a new girl enter your classroom with a hairstyle you find cool. Or maybe there's a new guy in your neighborhood with a Harry Potter t-shirt. Or its raining and the only person with an umbrella is that short boy who you avoided talking to. Or maybe, as was in my case, you had the ill fate of having only that one girl same in a class full of strangers. But whatever the scenario, your first meet and greet with your now best friend hasn’t been beautiful. But now you are here at a time when they are a part of your everything.       I have heard several things about bestfriends. Most is the usual cliché of friends forever and ‘your partner in crime’ but having a bestfriend for 7 years has taught me that a bestfriend is more than that. If there’s one myth I have realised false, it’s “sugar spice everything nice” is NOT the definition of a bestfriend. For the worst fights I have had have been with my bestfriend and so ha...

THE AFTERMATH! Picture this: there's a particular thing you've been doing since you got to your humane senses. The thing you've to do daily without fail, no excuses accepted. Its been over twelve years that you've been in that task. And suddenly puzt! you dont have to anymore! You dont have a choice. You just can't do it anymore! Even if you hate it and wanted to get off ASAP or you loved it and wanted every mintue to last longer, there's just no turning back. How does it feel? Now look into yourself and you'll realize that this is the thing you actually have been doing. school! The thing we have been a part of since we remember our first toy. Nursery, kindergarten, primary, midddle, high and then senior school. Since almost 15 years we've been following a single routine. Waking up at morning, getting ready and leaving for that place for the condemned (hyperbole, of course!). And then suddenly you get into your last year. There's excitement in t...

“ The show, which can be seen on YouTube and other websites, was extremely abusive and it is not only ruining the clean image of the Indian culture & women but is also misleading today's youth ” (AIB) “ GOI has banned Comedy Central for misogynist jokes .” “ Comedian arrested for hurting sentimental and religious feelings ” These are some of the news that come up in our daily read, parallel to the many rapes and murders that occur. And being true bred Indians we take up the controversy instead of the crime. Its more like there are no controversies, we just pluck them from the crowd and run after it. The arrest, banning and criticism of humour comes in a country where immoral comments against women and unsuitable situations have been made by popular names time and time again. To quote politicians when talking about rape, “boys will be boys” “rape should not be made such a hyper issue” are the popular remarks. Yeah this is what the ideal India needs. In a country wi...

From time immemorial books and movies, opinions and ideas, even humour and cartoon have been oppressed and banned due to their incorrect portraying of things. In India this is called intolerance. but are we really a growing community of people who refuse, reject and fight against the unwanted? I think not! No we are not the people who refuse because we never refused to take part in religious debates. We are not those who reject because we never rejected moral policing. And we are definitely not those who fight against the unwanted because we never fought for the poor girls that were being raped when we were comfortably seated in homes or cafes or offices gossipping about the many wrongs that we are definitely more interested in! Intolerance is a must but for the things that are not to be tolerated. And who are we kidding, we as a country are having riots inside for being hurt by what others eat. We are mercilessly degrading the comedians who are making harmless comedy on their expen...

Its march! Exam time is just rounding up and we are getting relieved. But what about our parents? Are they getting relieved or are they experiencing sleepless nights, worried sick about our results? Are they preparing themselves to all the questions that the "society" will ask them about us? But lets face it they are our parents and of course they wish the best for us (even though sometimes we are angry at this fact). But this wish gets contaminated by the fact "we have to answer to the society". many times they overdo. Many times they infuriate us. And we being the typical Indian teenagers don't communicate. So today on behalf of all the teens out there, here's a LETTER TO THE PARENTS; Dear mom/dad,         I wish you are happy if not content with the way your life turned out. and  hope we are turning out as you wished us to be. And if not, I am sure there must have been some miscommunication on the way. You see, I am at this moment like a volcano...

Lets start with apologising this time. Firstly, I apologise for getting this blog so late (was busy fighting the world). Next I would like to apologise to the world for being such an excellent girl (i know it must be crazy for your self esteem patriarchs) and lastly I apologise to myself for being an Indian. You know its becoming more and more shameful to proudly say that I belong to such a beautiful country. To belong with such dirty minded people. India we can say is a world made by excellent minds and ruined by narrow-minded low-thinking people.This all shit is known by everyone, so now lets get a little more specific.  On this Valentines day lets talk about the most interesting relationship of human existence: THE BOY-GIRL THING  have any of you girls experienced dirty looks from strangers when you are with your male friends? or any of the boys witnessed distasteful stares when you are accompanying a female friend?? One of the most important issues is the boy-girl rel...

hi readers. its my first ever blog so ignore the things you dislike.  Starting with it, first of all I would like to share with you all a little summary of how my day went. I woke up at 5 in the morning and went to school, then came back home and went to class. Then I reached home around 8.30 after being squashed at every angle in the locals and then I'm here in front of you quoting it all. Tough life for an 11th grader, yeah? No not yet. Its the story of every student, I guess. But while I was busy following my routine there was a big part of my brain that was being harassed. By teachers, friends and tests and the petty problems that resurface the moment you close the door on one. Its not so tough or hard when you read it but many forget on their journey of life how similarly awful they felt during their teenage.  Its an acceptable norm of society by now that teenagers lead the most confusing lives but do they remember theirs? Do they try to recollect and then emphasise wi...