at the shut of an eye

The morning sun gracefully rises from the abyss, spreading rays of crimson light, dissolving darkness and those lovely dreams. Nature plays numerous roles in one’s life. She can be your friend, family and LOVE. On the contrary, she can ambush life and be an incomparable destructor. Despite the demise of dreams with every fresh dawn, we dream on.

Dreaming has always been my passion. A warm blanket (to cling on to), a little cuddling up on a sofa or a bed and there begins a neo, eternal journey. A voyage through the skies and stars. A voyage so familiar yet so mystique. The uncanny period of life more powerful than reality, paints pretty pictures of the dream job, dream paycheck, dream bike, dream car, dream house, dream love, dream kiss and other endless desires, which are invariably non-existent. A period of intoxication you want to savor forever. The sweet pains you want to relish for more than a lifetime.

However, good things come with unwanted supplements. This intoxication could sometimes give you the worst ever hangover. Those nightmares of god forbidden death of your loved one, followed by groping for your phone and buzzing him in the middle of the night, just to check if he is alright. A smiley that comes as a response to your unwanted fear, romantic (I know), but scary nevertheless. Those examination oriented dreadful dreams, where you are pressing the nib of the pen against the paper so hard, but the ink refuses to follow suit. NERVE WRECKING! A loud yell of anguish and agony that mostly goes unheard, as if a halo of vacuum was sucking up all the screams. SPOOKY!


Dreams have been defined as an unconscious state of confused mind. However, this confusion is that possession of yours which can neither be mugged nor tampered nor altered nor destroyed. It’s a world of mystery where you meet your inside YOU. A sweet world of pains and pleasures. A strong stairway to your goals.


In all the beautiful and grotesque times, I keep dreaming as it unravels the inside me:)



a little update:
Two beautiful members have embarked onto the most joyous journey called ‘life’.Yeah! Its celebration time at my place. My aunt delivered twins last night. Aaryan and Arjun. :) Congrats to the cutest parents’ in the world :)

a small four liner:)
Ever since, I met you,
You have been the apple of my eye,
With, Golden moon light you fill
The gleeful night sky.

miracles do happen!

The whole world is abuzz. The clock seems to be ticking faster than ever. The advancement in technology has, however been gravely unsuccessful in solving the inadequate 24 hours a day crisis. This bulging growth and advancement has left man with an insatiable thirst for acquiring some invisible, worthless matter. Fast food, fast life, high blood pressure, increased pollution of every kind has replaced mother’s food (with extra ounces of love and affection), healthy living, grandma’s stories and outings with grandpa. I have witnessed this bizarre transition from a life filled with love to a life equipped with gizmos and surprisingly prefer to live amidst people who love and care rather than amidst hi-fi gadgets.( I have tried my best to refrain from expressing my transcendental views, however off late I feel love is spiritual and am a little inclined towards spirituality.)

A warm touch, a little peck on the cheek, a word of solace, a shoulder to lean on or a lap to accommodate an ailing mind could be a more powerful medicine for a disease as acute as asthma. The last night’s incident invoked in me the essence of loving, to be more specific being loved.

At around mid night, I jerked out of my sleep and could almost feel the dropping heart rate. I could feel my lungs heating up due to inadequate dosage of oxygen in every breath. The inhaler, which plays the savior, was empty. The door to my parents’ room was ajar. I peeked in, only to find them absorbed in deep sleep. Not intending to disturb them, I retreated and tried to ignore the situation. I dropped into my bed, hoping to sleep. After hours of continued trouble, I felt I was drifting back and forth from consciousness. Unable to bare the fear of death, I woke my mom up around 3 in the night. She very patiently came up to me, sat beside my bed, laid my head on her lap, ran her fingers through my hair, taught me how to inhale and exhale (like a mother bird teaches her young ones the vital necessities) and the next thing I knew, I was alive. It was early morning, sunlight streaking my room and my mother asleep on the couch in my room. She had nursed me with all the love and affection, protected her little girl from perhaps a lethal asthma attack and in a very complex way, saved my life.

This episode however opened new insights. Yet again, love proved itself as the most outstanding healer. My falling belief about love being a weakling in the tech world has been crushed. After all, miracles do happen if you believe in love :)

FiT or FaT

Obesity!
It has been the oldest predator. A disease as people may say has been successfully destroying people physically and more so psychologically. The tentacles of this horrible ailment has grown and over-grown and has reached every age group of human life. The most vulnerable however have been the adolescent, and the impact it bears on these growing minds has been enormous. I have been one of the less-damaged victims; I might as well say a survivor. The frequent taunts from fellow-mates (who are not wax models themselves or epitome of a perfect physique), the nightmares of prom nights and other glamour events, the fact that you cant get a date (who am I kidding? this has never been a problem in India), I have-as far as I can remember-lived with the XL extension. The livin’ together relation can now be termed as marriage, as per the new ordinance. It is as if I am married to obesity for life, (after all, it is a part of my identity today) no divorce available, whatsoever.


Despite the blubber, the heavily loaded adipose, I have always been healthy, to be more specific a fit human being. **touch wood** so what are we really looking for here? Fitness or an anorexic figure? Who set the yardstick for a perfect body? I read about the anorexic models being fired from their profession, the news spurred scents of happiness in me. I chuckled to myself secretly. After all, someone was enlightened. However, when will we learn that beauty could wither with age? What lasts until eternity is, maybe love and faith! I am not just a complainer, I have tried everything under the sun, from walks to runs to feeding on air, and nothing has really worked. Nor will it, if you inherited a couple of disgraceful genes from your progenitors.


Burning up the lipid deposits is beyond me. However, I have mastered the art of dodging the taunts by humoring my deficiencies. ‘Laugh with the world before the world laughs at you’. In all the despair, there emanates a ray of hope that, someday men will value more than mere beauty. The world will actually realize the significance of every individual. Declarations of every individual being special, will whole-heartedly be accepted. Obese people will no longer be teased and tormented, psychologically. After all, somebody rightly said ‘bones are for dogs men like meat’.

SHEer FUN :)

Exams have receded. The feeling of ecstasy is inexplicable. Even the coldest of the winds, feel warm n lovely. Any further digging into the past, further talk about exams could kick alive the sleeping devil. So, let us let him rest in peace.

Holidays! That period of one’s life, when he owns each second of his day. No schedules to stick to, no timetables, no getting up early, it is independence from HIS HIGHNESS KING DISCIPLINE. However, the souvenir for exams, the monsieur results, will soon arrive to destroy every minute of my happiness. Anyway, I don’t believe in a tomorrow, so lets lead ‘today’ to an immortal haven.

The Y-chromosomes have flooded the earth. Holy mother! Is it some kind of fault or has the semen become the world’s most prejudiced colloidal solution? The male population seems to be rising like the evening tides on a beach. My feministic alter, was growing out of control n before she took possession n grew mightier, I pulled myself on a holiday trip to WONDER LA. It was a freezing Friday morning; however, I chose to put on a sleeveless t-shirt. It gives me insane pleasure to wage solitary wars against nature.
We stepped into a monstrous metal box with wheels n a rough, loud scream, which people in our city refer to as the BMTC bus. The driver’s patience received a thumbs-up from my side, as he carefully maneuvered the monster through the packed roads.
After an endless travel, we finally arrived at the place of excitement n adventure.
The first glimpse swept my feministic alter ego, off her feet. She could not contain the excitement of seeing such an influx in the female population. There were over 7 all girls’ schools who wanted to experience the excitement along with us. However, the romantic alter ego yelled out a deep sigh of discontentment n rage.

Buying the entry passes was never a problem, because, most of our comrades had already booked their tickets. The counters were free n welcoming. It was not my first time here; however, it was the best time. Sensing the weather to be still cold n the fact that all the little lilies hopped into the water, we decided to go with the drier rides. There is something intriguing about WONDER LA, it activates every lazy muscle of your body and the scenario nourishes your guts to obese. Often I thought, it was an obligation to flaunt the fake adventurous attitude, to cope with peers. Nevertheless, here faking becomes an obsolete act.


Tracing 360 degrees in the wind, somersaults by those gigantic machinery, a true work of adventure-loving, skilled engineers, I thought. For the first time ever, I had a reason to appreciate engineers. That does not destroy my strong hatred towards VTU or Mrs. Hooligan and their torture. Water rides followed, by the end of which, I could feel the rats pacing up and down my stomach.


The sun sank into the horizon, the darkness enthralled and the day ended beautifully. Amidst all the excitement, fun and frolic, shruthi realized she was more than 50 kg and I realized I would never be able to survive without these people. A bunch of mavericks but diversity of thought has brought us all together.

On my way back home, however I could associate each one of us to one of the rides.
Shruthi, krithi and arpitha however would top on INSANITY. They are crazy crazier and the craziest.
Vasudha, manisha and archana are maverick, independent minded and successful.
Deepika and anusha are splashes of joy n smiles, they would be water splash.
Well, I could call myself the pendulum, mostly positioned at the extremes.

reverberating patriotism

Life seems evanescent. The lost yesterdays have begun to seem more precious and more beautiful. Today seems to be growing longer and wider, whose area in our engineering [or mathematical, why be biased!] terms tends to infinity. We make our today, a living hell or even worse to make our tomorrows comfortable. Ironically, tomorrow is just a wait, an infinitely long wait. So is happiness for those who prepare their tomorrows with all the precision and care.

The above lines have no connection [or disconnection] with the ones you may or may not read further. Man tends to get corny sometimes.


December! A season of merry and joy for the whole world. Nevertheless, a period of frustration n vengeance for the VTU students. Second year in my engineering career has been a disaster. However, the urge to do something remarkable for the society is growing so deeply within me. A slideshow of our freedom struggle, a patriotic flick like rang de basanti, an inspiring ad; a slogan and now the lead India finalists have and will always trigger a hurricane of emotions in my stomach. I, instantly choke on my tears n can feel a lump of patriotic pleasure in my throat. One such day, when I was still nursing the ooze of patriotism, I caught two of my friends online on yahoo messenger. A redundant talk that usually begins with the ‘how are you studying?’ somehow escaped the tight clutches of our engineering life and merged into the melody of patriotism. Strong words, some inspirational quotes and we were almost ready with an agenda to reform the world. On unclogging my chocked feelings, I felt a sweep of solace, but a new question stood beaming. Will all these thoughts materialize? Two years hence, will we share the same ideals?

I still remember the night when the Indian cricket team, captained by dhoni won the world cup. The whole country united to celebrate the victory, with zeal. It was a national fiesta. Not just the joy, we also unite to share sorrow. Such unanimous response by the citizens of INDIA can be expected during crisis. The earthquake in Gujarat, the tsunami crisis, a famine or any calamity, the whole country unites. The Government n the non-governmental organizations throw their mighty arms of aid around the traumatized victims. There has not been a single INDIAN who wasn’t impregnated with patriotic emotions for at least a few hours after watching movies like roja, rang de basanti, swades etc. and I’m sure just like me, you would have also felt a need to disembark the communal and class differences and make genuine contributions to the country. However, as time progressed we forgot about the movie or our contribution to be made. The next morning, stuck in a traffic jam, we curse the government, as usual, guilt pricking our conscience, mocking at us and reminding us of our mighty contribution to the traffic hazard.

Masterminds have debated over the reason behind the ‘developing ‘adjective labeled to our country. It would be a premature act to blame either the system (who has always accepted the criticism with grace) or the surroundings (who is never blamed) alone. The day we learn to blame ourselves and rectify our misdeeds, we are developed.
Let us not depend on an initiator (like a movie) to transform thoughts into actions. Let us not hide our patriotic feelings. Standing up to respect our national anthem or saluting our national flag is our duty. Discharge it with pride. Be proud to be a part of India. Make the country proud of you.