I am terribly guilty. I never intended to kill this blog. I’ve frequently thought of coming back and reviving it…but it remained just that – a thought. I’d forgotten this junkyard of my thoughts so thoroughly that I had to sit in front of my computer and contemplate the different user names and passwords I’ve used in the past.

And now, I feel guiltier because I’m not returning in great joy…I’m utterly jobless and utterly miffed and utterly sick. I want to go to Paris or go chasing after butterflies or do something random.

And this would be quite surprising because now is not the time to do random things. I haven’t packed, I haven’t given much thought to the bloody CASE. I am so sick.

There are happier posts right below.

I’m not producing pleasant results.

By the way, I like touching touch-me-nots. And I am bored now.

ohmigawdd!! there’s a pretty little smiley right at the bottom of this page. and i’ve never seen it in the past one year. it is so cute, i could kiss it. scroll down

i’m suffering from a freaking writer’s block! there’s no muse in my life. and this has to come at a time when i have the opportunity to use my writing skills to make money. and at a time when swine flu is spreading in the u.s. and i’ve gotten into cornell. do you see the coincidence? and at a time when the world’s sinking in a recession.

what a wonderful time!

Bangalore

this post is inevitable. yes, despite the fact that the muscle in my left hand is helplessly twisted out of shape or something.

today, i experienced a spurt of joy after a long time – at least, i was completely conscious of it after a long, long time.

the weather was really pleasant – it had rained all afternoon and there was a cool gust of wind. i was walking on the road and it was a busy time, around 6:00 in the evening. the time when the roads are full and people are busy.

Ah, it’s such a joy! It’s such a serene, undisturbed, innocent joy! It’s so nice to see how busy the streets are and to see the cars speeding past you, to think that everything, every single thing is a result of the genius of man. And the wind was blowing so strongly that the branches of the trees, above my head were shaking so precariously, so defenselessly. And the buildings – they were untouched. It was such a happy moment. I’ve never loved Bangalore more than i did in those minutes i was on the road.  And, i’ve never loved man the way i did for a long time.

I wonder now why I didn’t bother to take a photograph of the moment. But the truth is that the happiness would not have been captured – as haughty as the happiness sounds. *Evil Grin* It was something more than to do with sight.

Ah, I love Bangalore. I am going to miss this city so much.

This is my tribute to Bangalore before I leave

fragments of part 1 that refuse to leave part 2

well, i took my jee yesterday

all i remember now is a world drowned in grey.

it was truly a sickening experience

it sucks out of you every perceivable sense.

which is why as you can see

i’m writing verse on the jee!

it’s left me feeling dumb

and extremely extremely numb.

i wish i’d never known about it,

it would have saved me from a whole lot of shit.

the phantom has begun to haunt me again

the so called test of the capabilities of the brain.

i just wish those fogies would understand

that intelligence is an affair that’s much more grand.

it’s about imagination and freedom

it’s about escaping boredom.

it ain’t about slogging for two long years

and staying away from story books (aside: and books on advanced quatum theory coz it isn’t included in the jee portions! ta dah!)  like pleasure-renouncing seers.

it isn’t about just learning to solve sums,

and losing the pretty thing – passion – like a bunch of bums.

i simply fail to comprehend,

the values that the jee tries to defend.

all i know is that it’s taken over the goddamn country

left it in awe – beyond every know degree.

i know that there are few who think like me

but the point is the jee doesn’t let us be.

but i’m positive that some day, things will change,

when people’s views on the jee will finally cross the present range.

till then i can only wait in this atmosphere

which only manages to induce, of pretty science, an unknowable fear.

i can only wait in this situation, which to science is most sinister,

unless i become the education minister!

ya, there ends my love-hate affair with the jee. i’m done, finally done.

*heaves a HUGE sigh of relief*

My life – part 2

Yes, it has been a long time. But, I have returned. I never forgot about this blog…it was always on the back of my mind. Blame it on the God of Time, if there is one. I’ve been so utterly short of time. Call it scrounge, if you would.

I’ll tell you about my latest obsessions :

1) The Cornell Class of 2009 sweatshirt
2) The red Case for Cornell that I can now carry around – finally, after I lost the red Harvard file when I was in the 7th grade, the one that I still brood over *sob* Don’t I sound pathetically melodramatic. Travails of histrionics

3) My plants to which I read poetry everyday. The really love it! And, they’re die-hard fans of Tagore and Yeats.

4) Searching for the existence of quantum-like consciousness packets.

Well, that’s my life. Apart from preparing for the JEE which ain’t pleasant. And, I’m in no mood to blog about unpleasant things.

this is just the beginning… no, i’m not sour. it feels like poetic justice, in  a strange sort of way.

reality dawns upon me, quite realistically.

crashes to the ground, looks up at me

like shattered glass. i can see myself in it,

in broken pieces – quite whole, nevertheless.

i can see it all – the past, the present, the future,

shining and dimming at a distance – like

twinkling stars in the soft night sky.

i still have hope, i still have choice,

but i also have the realization that

i can hurt myself – as much as others.

that i can make my little feet bleed,

making the going tough…

bleed on those very shattered pieces.

but, i shall have to walk over them,

To mock that dream with yet another.

I feel grown up and happier – in a mature sort of way. It’s epiphany, the bursting of a chimera.

Don’t I sound like a different person today?

well, well… i’m done with two exams – the FINAL ones in school. and at the end of 5 hours of writing and writing, all i’ve to say is that i am very dazed.

extremely, extremely dazed, if that’s enough emphasis.

i’m done with both my english papers and they were the kind of papers that would’ve seemed the same to someone who loves poetry and someone who loathes poetry and someone who doesn’t give a damn.

uhuh, that’s how it was. now it’s especially bad if you love poetry and you’re asked to merely ‘describe’ a self-explanatory poem ‘in your own words’ for 25 marks. which isn’t quite originally possible, so you borrow lines from the poem, paraphrase them and write them without the lovely quotation marks.

i would honestly, if i get a chance (and i hope i do), dunk the head of the guy (well, anonymously to save the dear mark sheet) who set this paper – which was appalling to say the very least.

but, to be honest, in retrospect, i did really well…

i’m just disappointed that they didn’t work my grey cells as much as i wanted them to. they didn’t work them at all, in reality.

so, yay! anyhow…. five more to go and i’m out of school

My board exams have begun! But I feel like they’ve ended, and rightly so. My first (and last) exam was Physics Practicals (translated in my conscious and sub-conscious minds as SINISTER). Two whole years of never having an exam-like exam and two whole years of sitting with a calculator after ever Physics lab class (ah, the much dreaded Tuesdays!) and frantically manipulating values reached a happy crescendo – right values, nice examiners, nice apparatus, an extremely lovable question paper.

Whoa! It was a pure anti-climax at that, I mean after two whole years of “I’m so gonna flunk in Physics practs.” and trala trala.

O yes, I love lenses and electrical circuits and no parallaxes and everything that ISC Physics Practicals has to offer – today, I’m not partial towards my dearest cyclotron. Ahhh…It’s not often that I hear myself saying such things.

And so my story ends like a fairy tale and I shall truly live happily ever after….

God, don’t I sound happy?

the end, a beginning or somewhere in the middle?

Epilogue to my previous post: I’ve gotten back to being myself! I’m happy as ever and I’m not freaking out. 

i graduated on the 31st. in a sari. but, that’s not the point.

the point is that 14 years of my life are culminating to an end.
all the emotions, all the work, all the travails of these past years, most of my life, actually are going to be condensed into a month and that’s it. khatam.

it’s hard to believe.

i was blank yesterday. i didn’t feel a thing. i was just sitting there listening to speeches, long cliched, about dreams and hopes and tralalala, wondering whether i was ‘really’ sitting there. it seemed all to surreal.

even the choir didn’t succeed in making me cry. and that was the case with most people.

i guess it hasn’t sunk in yet. all of us are like how can 14 years end like that. with the snap of one’s fingers. it’ll take some time before it bangs me right in the face – ‘END OF SCHOOL!’

If I were given the choice though, i would really go back in time.

I’m suddenly too scared to grow up, as much as I’m waiting with baited breath for the time when I’ll have the time to learn something new.

I honestly wouldn’t mind becoming a toddler again, starting all over again, learning my ABC and going through the torture of learning how to subtract two-digit numbers! Oh, yes I remember that from my second grade.

‘If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings’

That’s what Kipling says in If…

I’m sure Kipling didn’t mean what I mean now

I’ll get back on this later. For now, it suffices to know that I have graduated.