Sunday, August 19, 2012

Here and now

 I was at school for Independence Day last week and I feel like so much has changed since the last time I've been there. Of course, they have new benches and the dining hall's being renovated and everything, but I felt like I was entering into a completely new frontier.
 I couldn't remember what it felt like to go to school everyday in the uniform. It felt like it was over all too soon. Like I didn't have enough time to keep all those memories somewhere where they would they still  be there when I felt like reminiscing. I couldn't recollect how many classes I missed for choir practice. But I did know that I enjoyed it and I never wanted it to get over. When I walked into my classroom, all the things that I thought I'd never forget, seemed to have slipped my mind. All those conversations made on little slips of paper during History class and all our gossip sessions in the girls' room; everything, and I mean every single memory, even significant ones that too, seems to have somehow been washed away from my mind.
Maybe to relive memories, people need to bring back everything and everyone that was a part of it.
Even the chair you sat on, the weather, the people around you, everything has to be there as it was.
Maybe memories are overrated. What matters is now. Memories tend to make you sad. You long to be more like what you were in that memory. You long for the same camaraderie that you shared with a dear friend. Memories don't look as good in the mind as they do in a scrap book.

If you think I haven't made sense, then you can always listen to Bon Jovi.

Monday, April 02, 2012


 I remember when
the shootings stars refused
to grant our childless wishes
So we glued rainbows onto the sky instead
from my terrace
when the wind blew you away
from sight
from my mind
And my voice remained subdued
in all its cacophony
So I turned to the stars again
Wishing for you to return
And yet you remain light years away
leaving me all alone
on my terrace
a willful victim of
the wrath of love.


My first attempt at poetry.  ^_^

Also, the title is inspired by the movie 3. And it was some movie. Moved me to tears. Loved it. It's sad that I could only catch the Telugu version. Hoping to watch it in Tamil soon. :)

Monday, March 12, 2012


Today was a stressful day for Ma. She'd been derived of a sleep since a week. And with the house-warming ceremony coming up, there's things to organise, invitation cards to be sent, return gifts to be bought and all that jazz. Ma usually refuses to take help. Ma thinks she's superhuman. She asked me to water the plants today; something that she usually makes the maid do, despite my protests. After a long time, I felt like a part of the household. Ma had important things to finish up at work. Dad left for work with her laptop in the back-seat. Had to send the driver all the way from home to dad's office, which is like a hundred miles away from home. Ma was running late for work. Ma still insisted on lighting the diya in the small mandir that we managed to accommodate in the kitchen. It's a daily ritual, I suppose. I offered to do it for her today, although I don't believe in it, lest she burn a finger or something in the rush of things.

Tuesday, March 06, 2012

Junk of the heart.

There are some things that one does, not because he/she likes doing them, but only to prove to the rest of the world that one is as good as many others and is not a weakling. One may not hate doing what he/she is doing. One just wishes that it could be done in a less grueling manner. It is easy to advise someone to follow their heart. Easier said than done.
One always looks for approval; for acceptance.
It is but human nature.

Friday, March 02, 2012


I wish I could marry all of them. 
One Direction. <3

Luke is sexy. 

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Until I get a real camera.

Gotta clean up.

My favouritest bag.

Turns out I'm a huge fan of peace. \/

And then it rained.



Flashing. Lights.

I miss this pouch. It was so cool.
Some loser in college had to steal it. Gah.

Will you be my cloud on a sunny day?


Sunday, January 29, 2012

Before you know it, I'll be gone...

...and you'll miss me. So much that you wouldn't even know what hit you. You'll forget every name other than mine, and you'll miss the way I smiled whenever you said it. You'll wonder what went wrong and maybe then take a sip or two of red wine. You may feel inspired to write a few lines of poetry; not much. But it would mean a lot to you. You will have let it all out. After an entire bottle, you will feel like should've done this a long time ago.You"ll feel ecstatic and then come to your senses only to realise that all that's left of me is only memory. You'll try to tell yourself that you did no wrong and then kick yourself mentally for having thought so. You'll remain helpless on the ground; groveling, looking for lost feelings, trying to remember what I meant to you; what I mean to you...

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Don't you just hate it when...

  • your best friend isn't only yours anymore but is someone else's best friend too?
  • all you want to do is sleep but you have loads of assigments to finish?
  • you regret the choices that you very consciously made in the past?
  • someone leads you to believe that they trust you but they actually don't?
  • your mom/dad/younger sister walks into the TV room just when there's an erotic scence in a movie/soap?
  • you make a plan but never stick to it because nobody lets you?
  • your ex always seems to talk about the one person you truly hate?
  • there's no chocolate in the fridge when you feel like it?
  • there's nothing on TV when you feel like it?
  • your wardrobe is practically overflowing and you still don't know what to wear?
  • you don't have balance on your phone just when you need it?
  • your mom forbids you from eating anything that's 'potato', 'fried' and/or both?
  • you feel insecure/useless/deceived/betrayed/helpless?