A shower of silver..

I’ve read about moonlight being referred to as silvery beams by imaginative creatures like me who are called poets, but experienced it for the first time. Last night, up on my terrace enjoying a few rare moments of blissful solitude. In the softness that engulfed me, I was at complete peace with myself.

For a moment, I found everything I was looking for. As the silvery folds caressed me, my fears were calmed, my emotions were soothed, I felt the presence of a dear friend whom I was missing and found the inspiration I was looking for.

Science tells us dat it’s just a huge mass of rock which revolves around the earth every 27days and 7 hrs. and a load of information like it’s full of craters, causes tidal waves.. they call it the natural satellite and it probably must have given the inspiration to man for making the artificial ones.. but who cares if it just reflects the light of another huge ball of gases? Who cares how far it from the earth and how big?? Uh-umm the geniuses who launched Apollo 11 wud’ve cared! Lolz.. and of course our very own Chandrayaan is raring to go park on it.. (wish I were on it)..




But when I’m standing up on my terrace alone , looking at it.. all this information seems to me like a load of rubbish! ;) the moon’s just a beautiful pretty light put up in the sky by nature to light up the darkened skies.. to give comfort and peace to us earthlings and to put a smile on our faces…. And yeah to inspire fantasy freaks like me to write blogs like these..

Well and last night, the moonlight I’ve been praising so much gave me a hug, whispered everything’s always going be fine and promised to bring forth a dawn of a new day with the song of the sun.. 

go for it!

Look back at your life and count the number of mad, nonsensical things you've done.. things that got you into trouble, things that embaressed you, things no sane person would normaly do!..
someting like..



I've ralized that as we grow older, we keep doing less and less of these kinda things.. Each day, we are just growing older and older.. pretty soon, life would have passed us by. These moments which we are living won't be here again..
Sometimes we are so indecisive, we keep teetering on the edge of "should I?, should I not?" and the moment passes away, forever!

So don't hold back.. whatever you feel like doing, do it! while you are young, go ahead. for somethings, stop thinking! and just go for it! Wanna go and talk to dat really cute guy/gal, go ahead.. feel like sharing your thoughts, speak out! never mind what happens..

(try not to become wild and get slapped in public, though!;) )..
What i'm saying is,don't let life pass you by, live it, savour it, experience every moment!
Or moments turn into days, days into weeks and maybe years and we end up wondering what we'd been doing all this while.

As someone said "What I do today is important because I"m exchanging one day of my life for it!". So make sure you fill each day with all you want it to contain..smiles, fun and success! take charge of your life and control every aspect of your life!






Go on.. enjoy your life... Have loads of maddd moments! and yes, dont forget to share them with me!!

back again!

It’s been months since I’ve posted something right?
And during these months, my life has been one roller coaster ride! A lot has happened. And a lot has not!
I kinda experienced everything- wild moments of euphoric joy and times when I wanted to lock myself up..

Have loads of unwritten blogs stashed away somewhere in my brain.. but the circumstances(the crashing of my system, coupled with the lack of time, aided by my enormous laziness) prevented me from scribbling away in Cyberspace..

But here I am, back to putting random, clueless thoughts into my blogs, unmindful of the readers’ interests!

And guess what? I’m an IBMER now!! 28th May, right on my birthday, I entered my dream company!

Life has changed! No more bunks……..no more goofing around….. formal clothes….. Responsibility…. hardwork…..

Mm naah! It’s not that depressing ;)
I’m having loads of fun!!
Some wild things can NEVER be tamed!!!

All because it rained.....

Downpour……

Don’t know what it is about rains… that affects me this way. I don’t mind a drizzle, but whenever there is a downpour.. my mind refuses to stay with me.. it wanders away..across time and space.. to another world in another time..

To the pristine mountains where Heidi lived, or with Dorothy on her travels, with Che Guevara on his bike for a while, or with the ‘little women’ from Loiusa Alcott’s wonderful book… or to some poem I wrote on a rainy day like this, perhaps to some vague tune I heard sometime, somewhere..
It glides along with some characters that have ever lived in my imagination, or creates some more.. :)





wonder what it is about rains?? That I experience this detachment from the normal life.. Try as I might, I can’t do the normal “have to do” things.. and God save me if there is some exam the next day!

just this morning, I counted all the things that had to be done.. and just look at nature’s mean trick.. it rained heavily all afternoon! And what else..wandering spree.. spent most of the day with a volume of poetry, curled up in my balcony.. visiting wordsworth as he dances with the daffodils, mourns over Lucy’s death..( the Lucy poem collection of William wordsworth..it’s a must-read..so very moving!)..and with Frost, and Blake n others..

it stopped pouring some time in the evening after dark.. and I was searching for reasons to go out and take a walk.. found it when I looked at my empty contact lens solution. And as I was ambling down the alley, I found myself noticing things I wudn’t have, normally. A sweet old uncle out to buy a bottle of some medicine, 2 young girls giggling naughtily on a scooty, a guy walkin with headphones on , and an expression that matched the languidness in my mind.. little puddles of water.. the sweetest of all.. a granny taking a walk with a little girl, telling her some story..

and I was smiling all the way….. for no reason at all..

A day got wasted, work got piled up again, I felt mega relaxed, Wordsworth came out of my closet after a long time, and this blog got written…….. ALL because it rained!

mmmm...

Sometimes, u come across some people in ur life.and they become ur friends.. just like that.. casually..like an easy flowing melody
In a short while, u become so comfortable with them. The friendship has an ease, like it had when u were a little kid. A relation pleasant like a beautiful dawn, warm as a mild sunshine..sweet, and innocent. There are no questions, no worries.. and yeah no sense sometimes ;p
Time flows smoothly with such friends, bringing a lazy smile on ur face when u think about it.. life is like this big cushion ur resting against, with no traces of any worries or thoughts about what happens in the next minute.

And u watch even Jodha Akbar quite comfortably. Now that’s a wonderful movie, extraordinarily picturised, has Rahman’s music..is a visual extravaganza..true, but is tediously long. I mean what can hold your attention for almost 3 n a half hrs? ashutosh made a super good effort though. And hrithik was looking incredibly awesome!!

Ok, I digressed. Yeah even loooooong movies are bearable if u have d right company.

Some people make me think of this cute quote..

“if life was a journey of thousand miles..i’m glad I could walk a few miles with you!!”

this post is dedicated to 2 such friends of mine..who made today one of the most pleasant days I’ve had in a long while..

it wasn't me..

Lord Voldemort preserved his 16 yr old self in a diary which could come out of it and ..(umm for the lack of a better word,) Live. We mere Muggles can only capture our memories into words and preserve them in our diaries! so that when we need to reconnect to ourselves, or get away from the world, or well, just have nothing to do, we can take the cliched 'trip down the memory lane'.

Writing a regular diary can be a little boring. but there are some moments in life ( some sweet incidents, some lessons learnt, or times with queer acquaintances) which u'd want to relive in detail. Some moments which deserve to be more than a vague memory. it's loads of fun to jot them down into ur very personal book, a cute little diary.. and a lot more fun turning those pages sometime later in life.





When i take an occasional peek into one of my 'dear diaries' which i've been writing into and taking a lot of trouble protecting from prying eyes, i'm always surprised. I feel like- "it wasn't me!".. there is a crazy kid, a sweet little girl, a confused adolescent, an ambitious young woman...like lots of people who have written in my diaries. And NOOO i'm not suffering from a multiple personality disorder! it's just that i've changed so much in all these years. The different shades of me which have evolved into the Manasa i know 2day. A record of how wild i was at times, of what kind of unbelievably weird people who came in and out of my life, the little triumphs i'm still proud of, secret crushes, best friends...everything!

I'm not the same person, i don't think like i used to, and well, my perspective is going to keep changing. but thanks to my diaries, i can keep in touch with my life that has been. i can preserve all the moments that made my life special from getting lost into the nothingness called TIME!!!!....

a little something..

I wrote something on my bus journey to college this morning..


To float away with the clouds
In swirling, twirling blues
To shine above like the sun
Drop down like the rain too!



To splash about like the waves,
In an eternal swing;
To shriek like the wind
At the dance of spring!


To be a happy cheer on those lips,
On wonder on that brow;
To be the darkness of night
Or the hues of a rainbow!


To soar away like an eagle,
To fly away so free;
Just for a little while
To get away from ME!!!

ok, i admit -my memory sucks!

When the mind stretches to a new level, it never goes back to its original dimension. Never mind who said this, but when it does, I think there might be some tears in the fabric, causing some facts to leak out of the brain. Ok, this is a mad theory I cooked up to defend the bare truth that my memory sucks! And this lack of retention thing has lead to some embarrassing, some funny and some downright bizarre situations in my life.

Some people complain that they have a poor memory for names. And some whine that they don’t remember faces. My case is a little weird- I remember both, but not the link between them! It’s like-“I know you, but can u please tell me where do I know you from?”. .This very thing happened today morning. A guy came up to me and said “hi manasa!. Though I flashed a big smile and said “hi”, something about my face told him the truth. He gave this nasty look-“so u don’t remember me?” and walked away.. ‘uh-oh!’. Five minutes later, i get it. He was someone whom i met just a few days back and made friends with.

And then there are these far-off relatives who turn up and say “ do you recognize me? Come-on, tell me who I am..” I’m giving this really stupid smile and a blank expression which is positively shouting ‘I don’t know you!!’ , but they still keep waiting with an expectant smile for aeons. I know, it must have happened to you too!

A few weeks back, there was a classic case of ‘foot-in-the-mouth’. I was talking to a friend and had just received a taunt about my poor memory. Somewhere in the conversation, he was talking about his bike and I said “hey you own a Karizma, right? See..i do have a good memory!”. He laughed for about a minute and told me-“yeah right! But I call my bike CBZ extreme.” Oops…

Well well well, I’m not a dunce, I do know stuff. I just belong to the ‘Sherlock school of thought’. I don’t know the exact dialogue, but he says something like –“I remember only the things which are of use to me. Rest all facts can be dumped out”.

But then, I also remember all the obscure, funny dialogues from some movie called ‘bheja fry’ I saw ages back. “it’s ringing!” remember that??
hmm so the conclusion? go figure!

early morning nonsense..

When I woke up this morning.. it was just another day.. d usual coffee, music and the “I don’t feel like going 2 college” struggle within my head. But when I finally got outside, all I could do was stare… the fog, or mist( I dunno d difference) was soo thick that my usually plain world had an eerie, ethereal look. Something from my fantasy-infested mind said-“sumthing’s going to happen today!”.
I woke up fully and looked around. The scene was just perfect-like straight out of a Harry potter movie, or a Sherlock Holmes story. I conjured up this image of Sherlock in a long billowing coat, stealthily moving down a shady London road, in a similar mist. WHY do the best things in life have to be fictious??
I wanted to turn down some winding lane and just amble about, purposelessly, waiting for something to happen.. or enter that dilapidated “haunted” house nearby just for d heck of it. I’ve been dying to take a look inside it, but some boring, prudent part of my brain said it’d rather remain dying to enter, than enter and die! Whatever..
My mind thus weaving in and out of foolish fantasies, I boarded my college bus and was jerked back into reality. No Sherlock, nothing unusual, just d same faces and the same old mundane chatter..”seen dat movie?” ..”wow! dats quite a hunk!”..umm well ..i shrugged off the foggy thoughts and sat down..”yeah, he’s cute, but he’d look a lot more ‘you know what’ in blue!!”…..

just some stuff..about che and all..

I recently started reading ‘the motorcycle diaries’ by Che Guevara himself. I’m assuming you know him-he’s got a cult following all over the world. I still remember the ‘dropped-jaw’ look on my brother’s face when I told him I didn’t know Che. “You don’t know himmmmmm??”..
I said “ok, so whaaaaattt??”, but I asked google pronto- che (Ernesto Guevara, actually) was a Marxist revolutionary, political figure, and leader of Cuban and internationalist guerrillas.





After his death, Guevara became an icon of socialist revolutionary movements and a cultural icon worldwide. A photo of him has received wide distribution and modification, appearing on t-shirts, protest banners, and was called “the most famous photograph in the world and a symbol of the 20th century."

Anyways, all this, though pretty impressive, did not particularly interest me. What did, eventually, was his book, recounting his early days. I’m in the middle of this book, and he has such a refreshing take on the world. His thoughts are so young, funny and subtly mischievous even.




He studied medicine, and when he was in his final year, FINAL year!, he suddenly decided to go roaming around the world on a bike with his friend Alberto. Now that’s the height of reckless INSANITY that I can only dream of achieving!!! I mean, I get frustrated with my college too, but my detours are limited to a movie, perhaps, or a spin round the city with my friends. But then, I can’t even imagine in my wildest dreams doing any of the things Che did.

Traveling hundreds of miles on a motorcycle with meager belongings, meeting strange people, doing all kinds of works to get money and spending nights in just anybody’s place, sneaking out in ships…and goodness knows what else he’s done .. wowww ..not my idea of traveling, but it’s quite fun, reading about it.

Well go read the book! You’ll enjoy it!

homeostasis..

do u know why it's so hard 4 us to move out of our comfort zones n try out new stuff? (ok, i'm not talkin abt freaks or superhumans who just love doin it..just us normal ones.. )

Ever wondered why its almost impossible to acquire a gud habit or bring about a positive change in ourselves, inspite of knowing dat it's going to enrich our own life?? why in the world can't we start getting up early, or stop watching dat stupid tv, even though somewhere deep down we really want to..

It's ok..don't go blaming yourself ..we are made that way..it's all in there..in our genes!!
I've just learned that we human beings are genetically programmed ( i really hate to use the word"programmed" for humans, but it sorta suits here..) to resist change and maintain a state of equilibrium. This condition is homeostasis..it evolved as a means by which our anestors could survive constantly changing conditions. I know mother nature did it for our best, but this stupid thing works even when more favourable conditions exist!

Hmmm..now that i know this what do i do..obviously, can't wait for us to evolve in order to counter this..we have evolved enough..(more than enough, look at the population explosion!!) So now it's upto us to control this thing. Ever since i've come to know about this, whenever i feel the inner inertia pulling me back from something i need to do..i find myself fighting the homeostatis thing. It's easier now for me to flex my will power.

Actually there's a way to use this thing to our advantage. When u want to create a positive life change, start acting on it until it becomes a habit, and this same homeo.. thing will make sure u keep doing it for the rest of your life!!

all the best!!