New Year's Beginning

New Year's Beginning

Today's new year's night was completely and totally different from what it used to be every year. It was completely completely new and a completely new experience for me. Experience in something i always wanted to do.

Samwise Gamgee- " What were you doing anyway?"

Gollum - "Ssssneeeeaaking.."

Yes, that's what i did today! It was an urge to. An urge to sneak out at night, silently,like theives in the night, like batman silently, on rooftops and stuff, with silhouettes of our bodies and big shadows falling on walls, with us being on tip toes.

It was a cold night, which i really had an urge to sneak into. It was to be the perfect new year's night if we sneaked. I waited patiently until my friend's parents went to sleep, and once they did, there started our 'adventure' . We were as silent and agile as cats with an instinct for danger. And we silently closed the door of the bed room, to enter into the dark hall. The door closed with a slight thud, and we proceeded to the main door. It had to be worked on. It produced enough sound to make me and my friend tense and turned our spines cold. But, we sneaked out of the house. 

We drove in the cold night, with the breeze bashing against our faces. We went for kilometers in the dark for ice cream! 

I ate Willy Wonka, the best chocolate delight ever!! Somewhere close to the ice cream shop, there was a celar. It looked a gangster place, filled with cars with their back doors open and filled with people, alcohol, marijuana and tobacco. This was a really different sight and experience, watching people get high in basements and 'enjoying' life, getting high on new year's.The tension was all gone, we enjoyed the night rather than feeling tensed about going back home.

The roads were quite filled, atleast more than what one'd expect at 2 a.m. It was something like "Papertowns", except 

1) I was not with a girl

2 I was not taking revenge or apologising.

The roads were sometimes empty yet populated with some unseen presence of unseen people. Peple on bikes and on foot, kept greeting "happy new year" to everyone they saw on the road. They shouted out to them and always got back a response. And when we stopped, the roads were normal. Somewhat like desolate roads you'd see in movies. Midnight roads are the empires of dogs. Literally. 

After journeying through new and beautiful roads, we reached back home. We again became thieves in the night! We silently sneaked back in, without anyone noticing, nor anyone knowing.

This was the best new year night i've ever had, maybe soon, i'd try something new and something i always wanted to try! 

Thank you!

Thank you!

With just two days left for a new year, and a chance to renew life and begin afresh, fresh with resolutions and determinations and ambitions, relations and acquaintances, I express my heartfelt gratitude to everyone who is present in my life! Yes there are obnoxious people and people I really don't like, but still, I thank you too for filling up some place in my life! And I also apologise to anyone with whom I was rude, harsh or not up to their expectations. And I promise to be a better person than what I am in this very moment, and probably, better in every way.

I hope I really stick to my premature resolution, and I hope all of you, my readers, have a good resolution or plan to make yourself better or  maintain it as it is! 

I thank everyone and everything that helped me survive and have a good 2013!

Symbolisms

Symbolisms

He stood there,

On the beach with his feet bare, and

As he did upon the bay, stare,

He saw symbolisms glare.

He lay down by the door,

With his boredom growing evermore, and

As he heard the wind roar,

He heard lessons telling him to soar.

He sat there on his terrace,

Indulging in an empty trance, and

As he thought of clouds prance,

He saw armies of clouds march towards a depression

He basked under the sun,

Pondering over a humourous pun, and

There he saw him run,

For, dusk it was, time of the setting sun.

These brought him immense joy,

A sense of self  sufficiency and serenity,

As a kid playing with a new toy.

He could not say exactly why.

On the beach he saw, waves rise and crash; rise from deep, calm, serene water and crash on violent waters close to the shore. Every rising tide, every rising wave, rises from a point of nothingness, from apoint of peace, calm and depth, but it eventually crashes, it is the life cycle of this wave. Every rising wave, every form of progress, will fall and falter, but another one will rise and this will go on and on. This is nothing to be sad about, its just a path to perfection.

He lay down by the door and heard the wind roar. Wind, the force with no physical form, yet has an unseen presence, whose strength still succeeds in delivering his message. He heard the wind deliver his message, through the thin crevaces of the door, delivering its strength and trying and trying to push that door. He said to him, "Keep pushing and don't stop, keep trying and you will reach the top!" These war cries, he heard, and there he saw the symbolism of wind crashing against the door.

He saw the clouds in an empty trance, a state of nothingness and sadness, he saw them move to a point of depression, march slowly, bearing their own weight with themselves, every move aided by its allies. The armies of clouds told him to move, however hard it may be, move and move towards anyone in depression, fill the depression, bring them back to normal. To move however heavy he may feel, whatever pulls him back and holds him back, move and keep moving!

He saw the sun high in the sky and slowly and yet quickly ran to dive deep into the horizon. He saw the hastiness and he though to himself, "its not like every sunrise ends with a beautiful sunset, but every sunset surely starts with a beautiful sunrise."

These few symbolisms he saw in the larger sections of nature. But tinier sections, birds, bees, herbs and shrubs, and all the other small things that give beauty and definition to this world, to our world,possess thousand other symbolisms and messages eager to be seen and heard. The good thing is, they're all open to perception and are open to everyone, for who knows who would come forth with wonders. 

Change

Change

Gandalf once answered "No, I can't promise you'll be back, and even if you do, you won't be the same." He was right! 

After sitting in solitude and relating Tolkien's "hobbit" to my own life, I interpreted what that line meant.

It's everyone's life. Their final challenge or big challenge in that point, is Smaug. Their life is the journey the company was on.

I was on a journey, to find myself, get back my courage,kill peer pressure, and learn ways to tackle this world! The journey was not easy, of course. Fear, Courage, Friendship, Love, Determination, Support, Hope, Ego, Narcissism, Skill, I-dont-care type of Mentality, Joy and Sadness were my 13 dwarf companions. And I achieved it! I stole the arkenstone and helped defeat smaug, and today I have gained it, a completely new attitude! A completely new me!

Yes, this journey has changed everything about me. It may have made me into a better person, but sometimes I look at myself and contemplate if this is who I was supposed to become. If this is what should define me and the old definition be completely scrapped. It is a question really tough to answer, for no person can live in static, everyone is dynamic, everything about them is dynamic and as one is dynamic, the whole world shifts to dynamic. 

Some things change for the better, some for the worse, either way, change is inevitable, change is necessary. For, a stagnant pool of water is what becomes a dead marsh.

Carnival- The Hobbit like

Carnival- The Hobbit like

There was a carnival at school yesterday! It was very lively, against all my expectations! 

The carnival was very very lively and energetic, with people's buzz everywhere, beautifully decorated Christmas trees and a vast hockey field filled with stalls of food and games. There was loud blaring music which is the characteristic of carnival, electronic music, live music, traditional and what not! There was perpetual sound and music and not a single moment went drab in it. There were banners everywhere possible and they too had a carnival effect, vintage type banners. Thick cardboard or thermocol, with light bulbs all around it had "HPS carnival" all around it! 

There was crowd and cheer everywhere. Bored, yet ever smiling mickey mouses (or is it mice) and super tall people walking on sticks and Santa Claus hats everywhere! Christmas stars and stalls selling wobbly cotton candy on thin sticks. I enjoyed every bit of it as I tore through the cotton candy which shrunk as it entered my mouth, and as I was savouring this pink delight, I thought to myself "She was right, this place is actually very nice and fun."

How I see December

How I see December

The whole wide world, the blue green ball with all its micro organisms, is filled with perceptions. Perceptions ranging from weird to sensible, sad to happy and from synclines to anticlines.

And I have my own one. My own perception of the month tailing at the end of every year, the month of the beginning and end of cold weather and beautiful dawns, the month of gathering memories and looking forward for new ones, the month of december!

This is how I look at it: initially, its just another month, containing examinations and stuff. But as the month gets older, I see a change in the month, the days are better, they are better in every way, describable and otherwise. They just automatically get good. As if everyday is in your favour. And as the end approaches new memories add to the list. Some nostalgia accompanies only to show new paths and the winds of love blow forever, the gusts of friendship blow and retain there forever! 

I see december as a month of novelty where I always get to see or do something novel. Or at least something worth noting. Today, I patted and caressed a stray puppy on the road. It was cute and it was happy and serene, and played with me for a notable distance. Then the school carnival, new and nice.it obviously feels good to have cotton candy after four years! Then I had these growing relations and friendships which don't seem to nor which I hope for, ending! I'm slowly gaining my lost skills, slow, but gaining. And I'm grateful!

December, oh month of everlasting novelty and thrill, I like you

A Playful Companion at Dusk

A Playful Companion at Dusk

There on the horizon, the saffron coloured flame began to set, continuing its daily routine, and there I was trying to perfect exponential and logarithmic functions, integrals and differentials and stuff, looking at the sun dive into the ground in slow motion. 

Then came one of my friends and with him I saw this tiny creature, as tiny as my palm, fragile and light. It was snow white with patches of light green pastures expanding in random ways. It was the tiniest puppy I had ever seen, it was a stray, but it was beautiful!

There I saw my companion, jumping around with a hunting instinct, pouncing at air and emptiness, nibling at my shirt and jeans, fingers and toes. He left him with me and it was fun to have the company of this puppy, fur of which was glib and warm, who was as light as a feather, as tiny as a brick, bones of which were cartilage and the barks of which were like the cries of a baby or the pleasant music from the shrieks of puppies, the sound is incomparable. 

And there we both were, the pup and myself. It joined me in solving math and I occasionally had to stop it from chewing my book with its toothpick like teeth, blunt yet sharp. 

As the sun shone its last few rays, we stared at him, me holding the puppy in a cradled fashion and once the sun set and was no longer visible, the wild instinct returned. After a while, it went back to my friend.

Having a puppy by your side while solving pi and math is a different feeling altogether. 

Under the Moonlight

Under the Moonlight

As the days get less shy of Christmas, songs keep playing late till night, songs of high spirit and rejuvenating natures, of a variety of languages, accompanied by the chill of winter, starry skies and the beautifully waning fire moon, red in colour.

These songs sound familiar, very familiar and indeed remind me or rather automatically bring out the dance steps I learnt to associate with these songs. And its,an amazing feeling to dance to the same songs you did, at about the same time, last year. I automatically started swinging to these notes of modern music. 

It felt good to just be there, alone , offered with solitude, listening to the songs late at night, when nothing sounds but owls and trains; moving to steps with the moonlight lighting up my spirits and revealing me to whoever cared to see, and then I looked at the same stars which I saw last year and everyday hence and they looked different from what they usually are and then I felt the cold breeze brush past me  and I thought, "Maybe, the thrill of a new year and the wanting and excitement for a new year has finally hit me, and maybe this is what it feels like." 

Maybe it hits me every year, but I am sure I don't remember it by the end of the year. After all, it's a feeling that dies with the end of 12 o'clock, december 31 and maybe just prolongs to january 1st. 

Either way, dancing with the moon acting as limelight, and music playing louder than ever, with the minty breath of trees brush past me and stars as my audience seated in the balcony, was a noteworthy moment!

An 8 o'clock Walk

An 8 o'clock Walk

After hours of law and chemistry, passages and d and f block elements, a serene walk was a darting balm!! 

A walk at 8 amongst the chill of frost, looking at the christmas cross, and embracing all the warmth in the cold breezy night was the best feeling in a day that went pretty bad!

As I walked down that familiar road, the moon and a single star, probably a planet, Jupiter or something, were the only things that were alight in the night sky and that caught my attention, got me thinking maybe, there could be a number of stars or one alone, but the moon is what that shines brightest. 

And as I continued homeward, walking through stenches of toxic rivers, peppy smells of tobacco smoke, steamy aromas of roadside tea, sea-side fragnances of fish-sellers and the sweet smell of spice-vendors and the normal things associated with this road, I noticed a billion more stars. Slowly exposing themselves explicitly. There I spotted a random star and there the three star trio of Orion. And slowly, there came to be starlight along with moonlight, silenced by the artificial lights of mankind and his dark desires.

And yet, the moon seemed to be shouting through all this artificiality, shouting to reach my eyes through the lattice of trees, now made into silhouettes by moonlight and there and there came tiny dots of starlight! 

What made the moon more beautiful were these tiny dotty stars, that all pointed towards this one big bright circle. And there on the moon was a kid, probably ten years old, sitting with his back against the moon's perimeter, looking at me, and chuckling to himself. Maybe it was blush induced chuckle for me flattering the moon, or maybe it was because of my foolishness to even comment on the moon or comment on her ornamental pieces of twinkling beauty..

Either way, the late night walk, amidst cold wind and warmth of steaming tea and cigarette smoke, moonlight and starlight, served me as a panacea.

Rice grain bags

Rice grain bags

Marvellous, these rice grains are, tiny yet so strong, isolated yet united... Unseen awesomeness and time passing activities I associate with these  Bags of husky, dusty, ever fresh rice grains.

A new rice grain bag is the best thing. Ever tried putting your hand in and playing around with the grains? Its one of the best feeling ever!! Slowly sinking your hand deep in by trying to get through the strong barricade of infinite grains? And trying to get your hand back against all suction? Trying t rub of the grains stuck on your hand? Trying to punch the grains and leave an impression? Feeling the sharply blunt grains make impressions on your hand? And then feeling the powdery rice dust on your hand? No? Well. Try it, it is surely an awesome thing!!

The astonishing thing about these grains of unity is their ability to be moulded and then return to, rather bounce back to their original state. Bounce back to the inflation caused by these tiny companions of air present in the diminutive spaces between the grains.

Its as if they tell us to bounce back once something hits you and keep taking hits until the hit is tired or hitting you. Then, you'll be invincible, invincible as you already are, just remind yourself you are. 

A drawing down of blinds

A drawing down of blinds

As another year, comes to an end right at its beginning, another notable play comes to its end and is at its drawing of blinds. 

I say notable, because this year, which seemed to have passed in such less time, has given me so much. This year, this play, i really can't classify it into a genre. I can't say it was a comedy, a tragedy, a fiction or something. Oh, but I can say. It was one with adventure. A really diverse adventure.

When I look back and think of this play, I recollect victory, joy, novelty, excitement and sorrow. Well, maybe, these are the contents of every play, but victory is a genre I had not seen in years. It felt good.

Right from turning 16 to becoming an amateur photographer, to a regular blogger and a decent poet, an orator and a quizzer, and becoming the quiz captain, through valleys and over mountains, to places unseen before and things unexperienced before, this year has shown me all of it.

Winning k-circle, getting noticed, winning landmark and eagles' fest, winning city finals it all tasted of victory.

Losing people and gaining new ones, leaving old ones and gaining new ones, improved relations and decreased fights have all been a part. Every play gives us something new, and thus, this play called 'Year 2013' has moulded me into this new person who would not be recognised by his former self. 

And all the other incidents, big and small, filled light and made this play bright, after all, the minute details make the master piece.

And as this play slowly closes behind the drawing blinds with every new day, all I have for it is gratitude to have shown me such a different, novel, memory-filled play which I will remember for many years to come, and maybe then, I'll watch this play again and applaud it for it would still be a marvellous one 

Insane, the new organic compound

Insane, the new organic compound

Well, this is a compound I found and still find in many people and find in new people I meet. Well, it plays such a role in these people that it determines how other people look at them. Such a queer property this compound has it affects other people rather than yourself.  

After careful speculation, I observed that it induces a certain reaction in the brain which sparks off a behavior, one like crazy and a bit psychotic. It automatically makes the other person looking at you, make an impression, whether the other person is a stranger or a close person. 

I have identified into to be a compound called 'Insane'. An absence of a microscope barred my progress in determining the exact number of atoms and the precise composition, but it is a perfect report that Insane is an alkane with many many carbon chains. 

What it precisely does is, it attacks the brain and affects certain parts which determine the legitimacy of actions and words. But still sometimes, this compound makes the person give out amazing, wonderful and marvellous ideas and points, methods and theories. 

This compound is a new breakthrough, but it definitely needs a lot more research to determine its exact properties and the exact way in which it affects the human brain and brains of other people present in the vicinity. 

It could be something that  would affect social relations in a drastic way.

Further research can be conducted but greater theories like the presence of multiverse are more mind wobbling questions. But should they find another alien race, I am sure that Insane will play a key role in maintaining relations and hence, I believe that there must be as extensive research as possible on this organic compound.

A Journey To Forget

A Journey To Forget

Well maybe it is possible to forget these unforgettable memories. I have set out on a journey, while staying at one place, to forget the unforgettable time. 

To paraphrase Thranduil- "Where does my journey end? I seek that which would bestow upon me the power to forget.... A quest to reclaim myself and to slay a memory" 

Yes well, this is a difficult task. Maybe as difficult as Bruce Wayne forgetting he was batman or Watson forgetting Sherlock or Anakin Skywalker forgetting princess amidala. But it surely is up for a worthwhile shot. 

I won't forget what this time taught me, nor will I forget what I learnt. I will be forever grateful but never again, will I be affected by this dragon.

Maybe a month down the line, my journey will end and I will have turned over a new leaf, a new page. I have already started and will not let storm giants or mountain trolls stop me. Orcs won't touch Me nor will rings and creatures of old beguile me and tempt me. 

I WILL TURN OVER A NEW PAGE! An old me in a new chapter which will have no character called "the time you once longed for". 

A new character is up for the filling.

This beach I once went to

This beach I once went to....

A tiny road extended till where it met the green body.
A tiny strip of sand stretched lengthwise to an extent unmeasurable. Far towards both sides of myself, I saw 50 metres of sand stretch to the horizon and disappear into the sky. 
Rainy stormy weather accompanied this vast, extraneous bay filled with great, green water of unknown depth. 
Green waves seemed to be producing prolonged beats of roars and crashes of the sea against the soft yet firm sand I had under my bare feet. The sand was cold and wet.
My own footsteps seemed like they were following me. Waves flowed from under my feet and left a tickly sensation every single time they met my weary, young feet. 
A smell of sea and fish filled the air around me and a soda can accompanied the illusiory fish in my mouth. 
Tiny creatures which I had not seen before vanished into the sand as I went close. They made me question my senses filled with solitary joy. Astonishing creatures were these crabs. The firm sand seemed to be like water to them. Everywhere they sunk themselves and left no hole to trace. 
Far away now were my parents and I did not really care.
Fog and mist became a hazy veil to this vast green face that went on and on. Behind me, somewhere a calm river flowed into this sea. The junction was far away, yet was something I was ready to go to. 
Every wave seemed to be novel and exciting in its own way. Every wave brought about in me a fear of a tsunami, and yet gave a comfort and a sense of security with its volatile yet calm state. 
Sandcastles were tiny things in this desolate place, something greater was what this place made me crave for. 
Watching the sea reply to questions I wrote on its shore was mesmerising. The sea had its way of telling me stories, some by planting a story in the wind which I breathed, some fixed in the sand I walked on, some hidden in the shells the sand preserved and many in the sounds its waves produced. Green colour seemed polychromatic with different colours though all green. 
A childish act of immitsting movies and lack of novelty filled the verbs which could be used to describe my actions. 
I certainly wish I could go back and write about it in greater detail. Storing such a place in pictures surely won't speak of its true beauty, for pictures are mere imitations and immitations, well, not always do they convey the message of the original

nostalgiaic gratitude

Nostalgiaic gratitude

Throughout the first half year of my senior high, I was this insecure, depressed all the other traits one would not want to see in a young adult. I Was this dull depressed forever alone feeling guy who saw life in a melancholic way.

And then it so happened, one fine day, you came along. You came along as a warrior knight, to help me out and unintentionally got out the best in me. You changed my perception of life and made me a gazillion times as better a man than I once was. And I am extremely thankful for that. You were like Sherlock and I was like Watson. Your presence unintentionally made me a better person. Though this is was all in the past and now its only nostalgia, I am still in gratitude for changing me into what I am today. I may be repetitive, but I can't find another way to thank you, now that the bond we hold is weak. I can just say I am in nostslgiaic gratitude.

Hope for your return

A hope for your return

I've been waiting patiently or rather not that patiently for this time of the year, I was waiting for you, December. I was waiting for all those awesome days you gave me last year. 

It was very unfair, you leaving me. It was very unfair of you to push me into nostalgia. Make up for those acts by coming back now. 

I hope for your return, days of awesomeness, come back and make me who I once was.

Show me that every year, you'll be the best month with the best days. Plant in me a feeling of hope and yearning for You. 

Because if you're not the cure, I don't know what is..