My Ramblings

There has been quite some time that my brain has been enlightened with some bright ideas. Also, there have been instances when I have not been able to cough up all that has been going inside my brain making me feel a lot more tensed than I should, things I regret not doing. Like in my dreams, when some time I find myself sleuthing, I wish I were some bad-ass policewoman who could be able to bring wrong people on the streets to some justice, or sometime when I see innocent people get heckled around, I just whimper to help but nothing more than that actually. So, there is a difference between doing something to achieve your dream or it is just the fact that you like your dreams a lot. They appear very colorful to you and they have you to proselytize your brain into thinking they are too easy to convert them to reality. Dreams… these are the one of the most difficult things to come to terms with. They are the easiest yet most devastatingly capable of capsizing your life.  They sh...

Life is enigmatic… It’s nothing anybody doesn't know about. Life’s short. Another known fact … It's just that there are times when you get to realize how frenzied it is; how much have you contributed to it and how much of it is the baggage life has brought along with it. Nothing that is not ken, but still I felt an urge to reiterate the fact that may just be able to bring out my asleep consciousness and put me on the edge where it’s for me to decide if I want to be on the leeward side or the windward. Very few people are capable of living their whims, and when they do they get to view the world with complete new set of glasses. And so does the world. Then all that matters is whether your view is idyllic or is theirs?   Just for an example, imagine yourself caught up in the elevator with no standby power. You may almost be brimming with panic as it has been quite for some time that you have been stuck. Someone suggested to just jump so that the elevator thinks nobody’s t...

The eyes kept staring at the moon, trying to figure out if there was any truth in words of the people. They could just see the lines, the marks, the wrinkles; the folds on the moon's surface but alas! Nothing extraordinary, nothing to prove or reinforce the rightness in what everyone said. But still they never gave up on perseverance, and they persevered.  The coolness, calmness being offered was making it easier for to follow in. There was enough to think about everything, enough of the solitude, enough of the stagnation of the thoughts. They drifted into the dreams where everything was facile, very far from the crude realism, where nothing was far and everything could be achieved.  The only requisite - comfort was there, the feeling of security, nothing was fake, all dipped in the bath of love, nothing could stop you from being as juvenile as you wanted.  Because now there was everything you ever wanted and would want in future, there with you holding your hand...

And so it is just like you said it would be .. Life goes easy on me most of the time And so it is the shorter story No love, no glory No hero in her sky. What if you are so true to everything, feel nothing but the truth but the lies of life are pulling you backwards. All you do is obscure it by trying to fake it. No matter how trivial anything happening around us is, even the tiniest of them all is quite capable of teaching us a lot that our otherwise moronic brain would never learn. Recently I got to meet one such character, who not even for a moment could let my mind wander away from her while I intently kept listening to her go on about her life. She wants to try out the ‘better’ world which she never had the chance to go for even when she has already guessed the inherent hypocrisy of it. A totally convivial girl comes to a different country to keep up with her life, trying a transition to a ‘better’ world, may or may not know what she was stepping into. Was this ev...

One of the very good things that I love about the company I work in is the kind of goodness it is trying to spread in the world. I never bother about the real intention; the only thing I care about is if despite the reason, is it affecting anyone’s life towards anything better? And, if the answer is yes, I am proud to be a part of it. So, this was the CSR Day, the last day of training, the full-on emphasis of the company people on “inducing” me into the company. So, here it is my whole-day experience. This might just be a very touching story or another equally boring medieval history topic types. So, the first thing I would start-off with is the rains of Bangalore. Apparently, the city is not receiving adequate rainfall and everybody fears the scarcity of potable water. But, when it comes to any fun event it is going to pour for sure and because I don’t carry an umbrella, may be forget or don’t want to, I get wet and catch severe cold for coming few days and later regret and w...

It was the last day of my stay, yeah pretty much it and before I could do anything about it, I got “farewell”-ed.  Don’t even think of it as any bit closer to getting “troll-ed” rather on a serious note, it’s heart-wrecking. Whenever you get to a new place, where every next thing you touch is new, every next person you meet is a stranger that you might never ever see in your whole life, you try seeking out people you might know from your past, you try finding acquaintances, who you can fall back upon otherwise the last resort is you stay there,  spend few hours, few days, a week, a month, and there is a chance you start finding a friend in many of those strange new faces, you start identifying with the surroundings, and the environment which  some time before felt very bizarre to you is now homely. And once these bizarre-seeming people become your friends; the people who at some time had shared the same notions, they might be the people who shared the same “un...

Ahhh … it feels so good to be writing with label “Trips”. P.S. : All are my clicks !  It was the Independence Day, which we chose for this trip. Ahh … I couldn’t buy one ‘ Tiranga’, the regret I am still embroiled in and that was all because of my travel-buddies who kept procrastinating . Anyways, the fear of getting ready by 7.45 am and that too on a holiday had started haunting me from the night itself. But thankfully I got up and didn’t even sleep on way to the waterfalls and the sanctuary. I finally had found the coterie of the travel-holics. By 8, we had hit the roads. Except the two, none of us had any idea about how far the place was, or how long was it going to take. But who cared? It was a little more than 3-hour journey to the Shivasundaram Falls.And all we did in these 3 hours was yelling, shouting, joking, singing, mocking, playing UNO-cards, Antakshari, and Maafiya. And not even the Innova's seating plan could debar the 6 of us from having fun. We were sea...

Yeah ... time’s up finally ! Break of almost 3 months, doing nothing, an uncertain future just a surety that I was to enter a new phase of my life. A new life, where all what I had done till date are just going to be the memories I will cherish all my life, A time now to build something tangible out of it,    C5JA5USXBN6F  a time to show the world what all I am about, time to realise what just used to come out of my mouth when anyone used to ask me “Beta, kya karna chahti ho life mei?”, a time to put in what all I have learnt till today, time that could no longer help me blame my wrongs on my innocence, on my childish sulkiness ... So, in short everybody is scared to take on something new, deal with the new challenges, and I ai’nt no exception to it.  But still just thinking about the times when “ responsibility lena seekho” would start being another tacit thing makes me nauseated. Time to bid bye to those when all that proved my identity was my school ...

Yeah, the feeling ... Only the one who gets to feel it, can know what I’m talking about.  This summer has been nothing but an idle period of time where I could have done a lot of things but didn’t except for reading some books and bragging about them on GoodReads. So let’s come to the point, I have been boiling here at my place when some people out there are shivering in cold, guess this is what India is proud of ‘Unity in Diversity’. So again, coming to my agony, I have been suffering here in ‘ garmi’ , the record-breaker this time. Apparently, the thermometer has never touched 45.4 ever before.  Anyways, the monsoon rains are coveted more than any daily soap coveted by any housewife. And why not, they ofcourse are providing breads to the various mouths unlike any of the daily soaps. Think of the scenario, you are wishing for simply an impossible. How would you feel if that wish of yours is fulfilled? How happy are you gonna be? This is pretty much what happened to me. The ...

Yesss, finally I completed reading through this book in I-can’t-even-remember number of instalments. This was one of those books which at the start seemed to challenge me if I can even read the whole book, becomes kind of soon-to-get over with so that I could turn to other book but as it tends to approach the end, it catches you off-balance and makes you more mystified than you’d have ever thought. I wished to give a 3.5(on a scale of 5) rating to the whole rigmarole. A brilliant monologue, and a perfect story which makes American intention naked to the whole world so humbly, a cunning plot, this is all what is present inside this book. The character of Changez, brilliant, smart, torn between two earth and sky ideologies., has been portrayed very nicely. The character of Jim too, has been identified as a “god-friend” like character, his beliefs in Changez’s capabilities even after his last-minute betrayal is so emphatic.   Deliberate rhetoric comments about “fundamentalism” were d...

'If you want to learn about the tyranny of Taliban rule, Khaled Hosseini's books are the first you would wanna live it through'. I have been amazed totally with the fluidity with which it has been presented to the readers. Never comes the time when you get weary of ... anything.  This book presents the tale of two female protagonists - Mariam and Laila who develop more of a mother-daughter relationship after being in an ill-fated relationship of being the wives of the same husband. Its so ironical for any society but the truth has been presented in such a beautiful manner that the reader himself becomes retaliated against such existence of the society.  The book starts with an illegitimate but happy child Mariam and then circumstamces forcing her into marrying Rasheed, 30 years senior to her. She is abused by her husband. She tries to find solace by looking into Laila, a girl in her neighbourhood, who is more or less similarly spirited young girl as she had been once ...

Hmmmph ... doesn’t matter what the degree of hotness of weather around can do to you, it may parch you to death but the least it can do is drive you c-a-raazzzzy. Plus when everybody around you is talking about the fact that its just gonna increase everyday every year, every talk, every gossip around you is gonna end up being about nothing but global warming. Its good to know that atleast everybody is acquainted with the term ‘global warming’ doesn’t matter if they know about what it is or even if they know how stupidly they try to dodge the situation and try to palla jhadna . On top of this, when you get abreast the fact that “ mausam vibhaag “ is worried about the ‘heat being just not enough for monsoon’. ‘It should have gotten higher’. This just brings you ‘over the edge’. The only thing that comes to your mind, atleast to mine is why don’t they just come and say to my face that ‘this earth is gonna be dead before I even grow old’. God, thinking about how soon this world going ...

Sorry for the little bit of hiatus. Even then, I can’t think of anything else to write about when my life has transitioned from one phase to another, a very huge transition I must say. This time, it is the major transition from when I was a student, a totally irresponsible, care-free gal who was willing to take every risk that could come her way, just had innumerable plans in her head, wanting to achieve the huge-st dreams anyone could ever ‘dream’ of, dreams as high as the Himalayas  but never thought that the time to start working for them would get so near so easily and so early to a phase I am about to enter with possibly a lot of responsibilities I still want to dodge. So, anyways, I just passed out from my college (totally assured I am gonna pass my last-sem exams for sure), done with all the semester-exams and everything, all practical exams over with, project presentation done, everything ended on a happy note as asked by many... But the heart-wrecking thing was yet to c...

Yee-hawww ... ha-ha-ha-ha !!! Did it sound scary ??? I didn't mean to but I'm scary happy ... No sadistic intent ...  but yeah I can say this much for sure that I'm happy for one petty reason but I have so many things to cry for !!!  It was the last examination today not only of this semester but the last semester exam of my life ... ( I meant exam literally,  paper-pen waala  and don't spoil it by mentioning higher studies ).  No more college, no more crying over classes, no more ' mann nahi kar rha class jaane ka' , no more requesting people to bunk any class, no more proxies, no ' 75% attendance k liye roz attendance check karna',  a lot many thing never again,  ...  Even though my class has been very different from others, when I say different I actually mean different. Its like my views never matched with the class. That made sense right ??? Because that is what it is. But the sense of me belonging to the section ofcourse...

This is one of the many mysteries I have been trying to unravel ...  I don't know the reason but people around me brag about knowing me so well ... but its so funny when they don't even know how whimsy I can be at times ...  Its just one of the caprices that I am sitting here with my lappy on my lap and trying very hard to improve my GWAM rate and write a new blog when everyone is busy, toiling hard, studying 'between the lines' for the last end-semester examination. It was planned rather I planned it since yesterday since I couldn't complete my quota of reading 2 chapters of 'Simulation and Modelling' to complete atleast those 2 chapters. And, then again I have no idea about other subjects. I hardly even remember the names of all my subjects when the acronyms are as "small" as ISPM, AIES. Who on earth reads subject like these and that too, in the last semester of her college life. (I don't want to villify my batch-mates who have alread...

Just to mention, it was not a trip, a small outing instead, with one of my friends and her 6 other friends on 30th March. When they were chalking out the plan, I was contacted and without thinking even for a sec, I agreed. At that time, I never thought I could get bored, but lets face it I was going out with a bunch of people out of which I knew just 1 and two of them I just knew their names, and others I was acquainted on a 'hello,hi' basis . And yeah, I was getting bored and infact, panicking about thinking about the rest of the trip going the same way when it was just 15-20 minutes after we started and it was  40-45 minutes one-way journey. Ohh, I forgot to tell it was a trip to a waterfall named Jonha at a place named Jonha in the outskirts of Ranchi, almost 30-35 km from my college.  Here, the waterfalls are not very safe. There have been incidents of drowning, sinisterly motivated bad incidents plus quite aloof places in Jharkhand are themselves not very...

I've created this label with lots of hopes and dreams that I must be travelling a lot in my near future and I'll be able to share my experiences with everybody here itself. I just wanna travel the whole world, well not in '80 days' but wth proper and adequate time given to every other place. 

The moon was desperately waiting to complete himself ... Almost a full circle but seemed like he had a lot to do before that. The sky canvas was painted with one star each drawn above and below him as if some obsessive compulsive kid was at work. The light was falling on fistful of Ganga waters everytime trying to help her find way in the wilderness. A black, askewed tree was standing on the bank of the river. It had tried everything to obscure the moon from being seen to anyone else but watching the moon get so desperate assumed the apse which for the moon was yet to be achieved. It fit just like the key to the moon but something was certainly off. ... but what could moon possibly do? He certainly did welcome the offer so as not to appear rude ... but somewhere down, both of them knew that was not enough ... It was certainly not the 'full moon'.  The idea of being self-dependent is so compelling that even the free help is not dearly rewarded. 

This may sound like a very obnoxious topic for discussion but it has been some time since my mind got stuck thinking about the topic... I am not even sure about what I am thinking is in anyway pertinent to what I think am writing about... Enough of the loquacity !!! When it comes to me, I can be real clingy ... I wish I could never brag about it, but the truth is I am an "over-thinker" and quite good at this. There are times when I think about what if I had been the same girl I had been years ago because the truth is I have changed a lot in the last few years.  May it be a small or large transmogrification or transformation in some fugly manner, I am not quite sure about that. There are moments when I feel like had I been the earlier me, I would have gotten away with the concerned stuff so easily. May be there are situations when you thought your childish sulkiness could have worked magic, had never let you be knee-deep in mud of emotions, the time when you were no liar...

There is a facebook page with the same title ... Seeing that felt like, yeah, that's the reason I felt so after watching a romantic movie.  I am just a very common girl who wants to believe in the feel of the word 'love', but certainly knows when to stop dreaming about the tall, dark, and handsome McDreamy who would come and sweep her feet off the ground and take her on the world tour on his horse's back ... As per my friends, I am a romantic movies freak... I can watch any movie if it has even a tiny bit of romanticism, no matter how low its rating is on imdb. Its like it doesn't matter to me ipso facto a romantic-movie freak. Even though, I only tend to watch movies of genres like thrill, crime - drama other than the obvious, I hate non-fictions, hate sci-fis because I don't wanna believe in things that can't happen or atleast haven't happened yet, other than my excessive belief in love or romanticism, one may say. But then too, I have no problem wat...