A Sneak peek

Phew! Finally, I am here blogging after a really long time just to see how much my writing skills have deteriorated. Well, my life has taken a new turn. I'm embarking a new journey which promises me attractive outcomes but it's upto me how i make it to the destination. 

I never knew how homesick i was till i stepped into the hostel, spent a day alone in my bed and dined alone feeling like an alien amidst hundreds of new faces. I had felt completely lost. As if i was thrown out of my comfort zone and that bubble of security around me was just burst ruthlessly. i must have spent days weeping and wetting my pillowcase missing my mum-dad. And it couldn't get more embarrassing when my roommates had to come out of their comfort zones to calm me down. I had wished i could break out of the hostel but eventually the thought subsided and i ran out of reasons to cry. The sole reason being the amicable environment. I am greeted by tons of smiley faces everyday. You cannot really complain about the mess food. Though it's quite plain and simple but won't give you stomach aches or spoil your skin texture. Gradually, I realized why people call the hostel their second home.

I remember the ice-breaking sessions and the various intra-hostel competitions organized to bring out the best in us and how i would rush to take part in each of them and later the hostel freshers party. We had three freshers party(counts her fingers). Not one or two, THREE!! Hostel freshers, Departmental freshers and University freshers. What I love about the parties - Music, Food and Jam sessions. What i love even more is dressing up for the parties. When you actually put some effort to look the best of yourself in order to blow everyone's mind ;) This does not really sound like me but yes, the hostel life is exposing the girly side of me. But it would take you just a day or two to realize that I'm one of the girls who love to stay in their shabby hairstyles, play basketball or any other sport when free, put the nail polish of the weirdest color and love their tanned look. It's only the parties that bring out a transformation in me.

They say engineering is the toughest course to pursue. Well, it is true. With all the activities that i take part in, I'm finding it a little tough to cope up with the academics too. But I know i will find a way to make it to the top in studies as well :) I am so glad that I have taken up computer science or I would have had to break my head against a wall with the subjects like graphics and workshops. Workshop class demand extreme labor, only my classmate(girl) and I can tell you. Having a guy with you as a partner in workshop makes everything so much less painful. It's this class during which the song "If i were a boy" plays in my head incessantly. About graphics, it will mess up the stuff in your head and cripple your imagination capability. But i do appreciate our lecturers who keep up with our clumsiness and have infinite patience. But the classes do get boring at times when you do not have anyone asking silly doubts for the fact that the class is teeming with newtons and Einsteins. Now i know why people bunk classes in college. 

Oh yeah, it feels nice to blog again. I'll try to get back as soon as i can and update my blog. Till then, goodbye! Adieu :)

A Pretty Mess,

The Song

There I sat in a coffee shop

taking my last sip of the heavenly potion,

When it played in the background -

the song,

once again was I fenced

with indelible memories of you.

the melody so recognizable,

for it had played in my mind

when you had first put your lips

on mine,

the rhythm of my heartbeat

was the same,

every second had spelled Bliss.

Those summer evenings spent with you

had brought me closer to

the definition of Love,

So pure and innocent.

Even through the deadliest silence

I could hear the sound

of your voice

whispering "I love you".

Your words would strike a symphony

forever embedded in my mind,

and penned down in my diary

from which, egressed to offer lyrics

to the song that played

in the background,

I remember how you would say

"This is our song"

This was not our song

but our love story

which ran out of LOVE.

What makes me HAPPY ?

 1. Dance and Music

 When i had first tapped my feet to music, I had no idea I would get addicted - to music and dancing. It is amazing how A lilting melody and soothing lyrics blended into a song strike the right strings of your heart imparting elation and how some funky songs remind us not to be so sober while dancing sets me free. It feels as though having a conversation with my soul and I no longer need words to express but my body to move to the rhythm only comprehensible by the one who resides within ME. All the frustration and fury crowding my mind diffuse out and all the anxiety dissolve. Not only I burn calories but also stress. In that moment, it dawns on me that I'm not supposed to be upset or blue, I'm a happy soul. That some people turn to me knowing that I'll say things to make them crack up. Yes, I am "The happy one". Dance and music help my life acquire a momentum :)

2. Travel

They say "Home is where the heart is."- does not apply for me. The restlessness that possesses me never departs. I'm the kind who is not homesick at all. I love to go to places I've never been. Every travel brings with an adventure and that's what i strive for - Adventure. But the irony is that I'm poor at keeping a track of routes and I have quite a history of getting lost in theatres and fairs  when I was a kid. Therefore I always keep a company to drive me home ;) Once I become independent and opulent, I would reach to every strangest place existing on the face of earth. It is one of the dreams which keeps me alive :)

3. Gifts and Surprises

Who do not love them? For me, no matter how small a gift is, it always counts. Birthdays, new years and christmas when you are showered with presents and you take no time to rip open the gift wrap ! How each one of them leaves a memory to be cherished for the entire life and when your friend buys you that one particular thing as a gift you were craving for a week or so and for that one moment, you start to see an angel in your friend :P It is as exciting to buy your friends gifts and expecting to see a big grin and a smug face. The gifts that i get always go to my sacred "Gift Box". It's been a long time since I'm preserving them but I make sure I dont use them so often. After all, I want to preserve the memories :)

4. A Good Book

I have never been a bookworm myself but when I do come across a book that moves me to the very core, that is when I am reminded again how impactful a book can be. A good book makes your day, infact it can make a life. According to me, a book which can make me sit and ponder upon anything of sheer importance is a good book. They say "Books are your bestfriends", I say "only the good ones". The best part is that you get to keep the book, it stays with you. The best gifts I had accepted were all books and my favorite author is and will always be Sidney Sheldon. Some day, I would build my own library teeming with books which are going to create "The Future Me" :)

5. Rain ♥

Remember the summer with scorching heat and the hot breeze making it even more unbearable? Then the first monsoon rain and I see the hell turning into haven. The sky goes dark and the rain starts to pour and ah! I'm caught in a high. The first droplet that touches your skin holds you spell-bound and every bad memory oozes out and dissolve in the rain. The sight of rain brings back all the memories of childhood - the raindance, the paperboats and falling sick the very next day. Unforgettable! but now I just sit in the balcony sipping a cup of coffee because I carry no intention of getting wet in rain for the fear of being bed-ridden. But the pitterpat on the roof and the scent so heavenly mesmerize you and you are enraptured :)

Cynical and Chalant,

A Wish

She woke up from an enticing slumber

feeling disoriented,
for the last night bore the memories
of the daunting past,
and had she sung a sweet lullaby

to invite sleep in her bed.
Soberness now possessed her body
as she carried her disposition
to the mirror and sprinkled water on her pallor face
"I will not give up"- her soul had uttered.
the air of assurance she wore
she stepped out of her battered building
somehow tried to break those invisible four walls of monotony
that surrounded her, had no visitors.
Her eyes pierced through the mist to see an untrodden path
and had she fought her will not to take it,

the fear of unknown could not slay her curiosity,aroused to its peak,

fearless was she of anything anymore,

Her soul bewitched as she trod that unfamiliar path

that ended in a wood.

She stopped as her eyes scanned the view so magnificent

A breeze swept her hair across her face,

a flowery fragrance she inhaled

only to open her eyes to see trees wearing a colorful splendor

and the sun rays penetrated into the forest

offered an outrageous lustre to the vicinity

that had a vesture of every shade of green

a sense of peace engulfed her mind and soul,

the world has come to a stand still,

Then from the corner of eye, emerged a butterfly, then another,

the latter fluttered its wings, sat on her shoulder,

a company so mesmerizing she now had,

walked the path laden with flowers, happy to have a pedestrian,

She heard the chirping of birds turning into an euphony

reciting a new tale of glory she deserved,

everything she would now have that lacked before,

the ghosts of past, dissolved in the intoxicated air,

no longer chased her.

Under a tree she sat, conjured her newly found faith

to reach for her dreams, had once seemed unreachable.

Her eyes felt heavy, drowning her in sleep

Growing profound with every second ticking off,

Awakened by the flirtatious wind, she stood up

gathered her senses, headed back to her abode

as the dark started to take over the city,

There she stood, on terrace,

staring at the moonlit sky, the glaring stars,

her eyes digging into the unfathomable unlit skies

trying to perceive what future withheld, a futile endeavor.

Then she caught a glimpse of a shooting star

illuminating its path in the benighted sky

she shuts her eyes and makes a "WISH".

► S.A ◄

Jennifer Aniston

Keira Knightley

Angelina Jolie

Zac Efron

₪ Starstruck Art ₪

An endeavor to trace my favorite stars on paper. Be lenient in judging them, I know these are amateurish. I'm on my way :)

 

Lizze Mcguire :)

Zac Efron :)

Avril Lavigne :)

¥ Adieu, School Days ¥

Woah! I did not realize when my school days flew by. I remember my first acquaintance with the word school and how I was literally dragged into one while i screamed and cried my eyes out all the way, begging to let go off me. I was basically a mommie's girl, consequently I had come to hate the sight of the school primarily because of the homework and the fact that I could not stay away from my mother for more than an hour and we were caged within the four pallid walls under the nose of the teacher. The scoldings and batterings were frightening enough to keep me rooted to the ground and sincere in everything that I scribbled in my notebook. But then, I made friends with my classmates and would share my food with them during recess, play and swing together and borrow writing stuff. Eventually the word school endeared itself to me since friends were comforting during panic attacks and the thrill caught hold of me :)

Gradually, the fear of school elated. I would sit in every class prepared for any sort of bittersweet experience but some teachers were always ultra-sweet and were instantly be liked by everyone. Those were the teachers who would fill our notebooks with remarks like a "good" or a "star" and others were scary enough to send chills down our spine during the correction of homework but the friends made life easier, they always do. :) Co-curricular activities were always exciting and fun because we had an amusing range of competitions in our school like "gift wrapping, Best out of waste, rakhi making, mono acting etcetra" and going to other schools for inter school competitions was always adventurous. I still remember how we were always inspired to take part in such competitions because participation is more important than winning, that's what they say. Drawing period was used to be everyone's favorite and G.K period was loathed by one and all. A free period was always replaced by a games period. Every class was filled with artists and nerds. The practice sessions and rehearsals  for Annual days and Sports days would keep us busy with exhilaration and perspiration for a month.

Till the time, we reached 11th and 12th grade, we started getting more curious and restless. Bunking the classes was a usual activity. This was the time when our bonds of friendship got stronger and the classes became more happening. I had some cool classmates who would always lighten up the mood during serious classes by leading the teachers astray from their topic by asking silly doubts and making us laugh under our breath. Group discussions would often end up as a battle of Panipat. Group studies were never helpful and were utilized in gossiping and discussing who is crushing on who. :D. Preparation holidays were rather spent of facebook-ing, hanging out with friends and texting. The teachers would always use Board exams as a sword to compel us to study. Right when we started taking our school days for granted, we were made familiar with the upcoming trauma of studies that will have to be faced once we step into a college. Now that the boards are over, It dawned on me that even my school life has come to a grieving end. Alas! It looks like the end of an era. Now I await the beginning of a new phase ..

Naughty but Nice,

Song of the Day : Forever As One - Vengaboys