Teenage Conundrum

The illusion of the sun setting on a summer evening became the character of a canvas mounted on a stand by his window. Rohan had a room with quite the view. There was something about today’s sunset that aroused our abstract artist’s deep rooted passion. He got to work. Each stroke of his brush infusing colours (be it dull , be it vibrant ) onto the woven fabric as his skilled hands moved in harmony with his thoughts.                                                      ***** The old man sat on a park bench after walking five rounds along the circumference of the park’s circle of grass ; outlined by a bed of flowers, its centre was marked by a tall tree standing sturdily in solitude. Lasya occupied the only bench th...

On rare evenings of fervent flamboyance, Sun shines oblique. Divides leaves in dark, in light, into patches, in green. A plane flies in the skies, that the bird glides... Feathers of black and, white dabbed at the tip of its wings. As music shuts out all noise, I see. Your eyes searching when am swaying, in directions unknown. The sands levitate as I touch ground. I can see you, wondering and then, you smile. Feel my presence, Oh ! My presence... stronger now than ever. Remarking your opposition, for I feed your rebellion. I do hear...hear things you never said, my love. I could read you stories,real. Of people, living, amusing. Better even than your fictional tale or a fairy tale. For, I know. Yes ! I know the faces you see in the clouds of clarity. O Humanity, destruction you wrought upon yourself. For your insecurities hidden, your strength you 've proven. I can see right through you, my friend. I 've been there in your deepest co...

Sit back, look back. Oh my friend, Do you remember? First day you stepped into college. The nervous glances, awkward intro's, seeking comfort ,finding friends, blending in. Do you ? Do you? Don't you remember? That girl with the strange name, And that guy with the goofy laugh. That hot senior your friend couldn't take her eyes off. That lame teacher whose pj's you couldn't get over and, That adorable teacher whom you couldn't help but swoon over. Don't you? Don't you? The despicable internals, the long list of assignments, those class tests, those semester exams... them cake fights, the lectures we bunked, the inside jokes we cracked, the code names we created. All the things we did together, All the situations we faced together, All these experiences build up like a sand castle, streaked by glittering colors, adorned by sea shells. A gigantic wave from the ocean so vast... may hit the shore and return our castle to...

Teenage Conundrum is one year and three days old as on today. I happened to realize that this evening. At first I was all like… “how stupid of  me to forget” and all. Once I was done doing that, the elation just over came me. I was just so sooo happy. I still am. I want to scream , shout , dance , sing and “yaaaaayyyyyy”. Am truly, madly, deeply joyed. Am ecstatic, am exhilarated, am pleased. All good feelings. It is over whelming to know it has been a year already. To think that I was holding back to start a blog! Sometimes even when you know you are good at something or there is this idea in your head that you think could work wonders if you act on it…yet you hold back. You can’t quite put your finger on why you do so. You stagger before you have even taken the first step. The first step is the longest stride. Don’t wait for the right time. Whenever, wherever you decide to start…it is the right time.   Look at me now. This blog makes me feel confident. It keeps my...

Just when you think you are losing it, you are getting stuck in routine or that what you are doing is not quite what you think you ought to be doing...stop and give your self a moment...of silence, of calmness and then, Try to look at the same thing that's bothering you from a new perspective...a different angle or an alternative view. And make sure that this time you look at the brighter side. Sure,right now maybe things might not be as you expected them to be.Then again, Can you really expect what is going to happen? Of course you can , but you can't be certain. And  that is the joy of it. What if you woke up tomorrow and I played out the rest of your day like a movie, would you still be interested in getting out of your bed and going out there to chase your dreams and live your life ? Of course not . Uncertainties are not bad . They are more like inevitable. They keep that element of surprise alive. It's the liveliness that gives  you the energy to wake up every day ...

Illusions fade... Realities wake... Brutally fake...! Empty spaces fill with ehoes ricochet off words long spoken. Now you see...you are- Fighting a losing battle, Chasing your own shadow. You are close enough, But never quite there. Somewhere in between- Who you were and Who you want to be. If you were here, I would reason with you. Then , you were there. When I got there you were here. Caught again, in between- here and there, then and now. Realities fade... Illusions wake... Brutally fake...! Don't you weep. This is your leap. Don't you wallow. This is your sorrow. You are falling short of those hopes so high. In between is all that is left to be.

Eyes nonchalant, look down. Trees layered with dust loom over vehicles running in parallels. Heart heavy, exclaims – “What a gloomy day!” Body feels a wave of heat down the spine. Eyes surprised, look above to find the Sun shining obliquely. Brain thoughtful, admits – “ Life surprises you in  the most ironic ways.” All this while the lips stay pressed together, whilst uttering a word or expression. Where then do they go? these words unsaid, these moments forgotten, these emotions snubbed… For the pain it may inflict, For the scars it may leave, For the damage it may cause… Where do they go? Where are they buried? What does that make you? A living being who chooses to bury things and conceals. Aren’t we all the same that way! Why then are we judged? Judged by myriad of insipid, inconsequential things like – marks, religion,looks,cast,etc. Quintessential human behavior, is it? or a chosen blind eye to hypocrisy. The mind flashes a memory....

And then, I let go I let go of a part of me, Fingers shivering... Heart throbbing... I ease my tight grip, Unleash my fear, And then, I let go ! Time freezes as I see it fall; fall to the ground near my feet. Like a glass ware it shatters; Shatters into a million pieces. Gleaming in the sun; Every broken mirror casting the same reflection as I let go. A tear trickles down my cheek and falls at my feet. Onto the same ground where I leave a part of me. I smile and then, I let go. For my tears will companion the broken pieces that shall lie abandoned...and then, I let go.

Walking back home from a nearby provision store, with an umbrella in one hand and a polythene bag in the other, I was breathing in the resplendence all around. The shades of monsoon sprawled across the skies as clouds drifting by rained down and dutifully completed a cycle of water yet again. Souls of the green life lining the street rejoiced in the music of the drizzling minstrel-ed by purest voices of nature. Houses and shops of different architecture occupied allies leading to each other. Far away...in a place the eyes could not visualize...the boundaries blurred and horizons met. I looked down at the tarred road thinking about antagonism presented by the vehicles emitting combustion smoke and loud noises of revving of their engines as they accelerated. The thought of eating the oreo biscuits and lays I had bought from the store made me hasten my pace. As I lifted my head up, I saw a middle aged woman clad in a turquoise saree with a handbag walking...

2015…!!! It arrived twenty days ago. Woah! Time does fly by. Am still deciding upon resolutions here! (Am I the only one?) I have been following a few them for past two days. Two  consecutive  days…which feels like a huge achievement , maybe because I have holidays going on. It has been over a month since holidays began and I was bored out of my mind with in few days. You just feel so very lazy…you don’t want to do anything but eat, sleep, waste time and repeat. Then ,the boredom reaches a point where you become irksome for no reason what so ever…that leads to bitterness which  further takes the form of guilt and a result of which you feel absolutely useless. Well, it’s  the ‘Holiday Syndrome’ as one of my friends calls it. I must say, aptly so. What new year brings along as it comes is a truckload of positive feelings. Everyone is, for once, ready to let go of their past and start afresh. We wish each other a very Happy New Year and fill ourselves wi...