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..