My Pug Marks

It is time to pack up. Initially, I had planned to be at home till 14th June and then go back to my college and begin my second year on a positive note. Same promises as ever that we all tend to make - Will work harder this time, will look forward to managing time in a better way, will take care of health and exercise, etc. etc. However, as a few of you who may be following my blog would know, things did not turn out the way as intended. I would finally be leaving for Pune tomorrow (it is already Saturday, 0241 hours). Quite a bit has happened in this 'extra' week that I have stayed back at home. Pain in back has reduced for sure, I can now sit for longer durations and am banking on this to attend my classes properly once am there. Apart from these positive things, it has been an extra week of 'experience' gained here. Or may be a week of 'experience' lost from Pune? I may never know. So, why do we make those promises to ourselves in the first place at all? To i...

From Vatican to Venice Discovering every crevice Gusts of wind hit my face Sloping down the Danube Trudging the Alps few An unknown force pulls me through Crossing virgin hills Talking to little known streams Everyone has a story to scream Must I walk? Must I sweat? To reach where my heart feels wet? Striving without focus Moving my limbs When pain is pleasure And everything else ceases to matter Depravation hits Bring with it satisfaction A fulfilled cause Formed from all fractions Should I exist? In this baneful truth Where no difference lies In couth uncouth Strings act in matrix symphonies Words hit from time chiselled phonies Fractured dreams Long breathed heaves I can't but exist... Coz life runs that watch on its tight held wrist.

Dear Conscience, It has never happened that I ever wrote to you. But we do talk a lot, or shall I say interact with each other. Every second, every instance - you guide me. At college, at my room, while travelling, meeting people and dealing with them. Well, then I thought - why not we change the things a bit here. I should tell you a few things now and you should listen. I guess it is but fair. So what is up with you these days huh? Topsy and turvy and tumbling down the rabbit hole... You have been acting pretty smart you know? Bending yourself to convenience, ain't it? But then, who am I to blame you - now that you are aware that all those books that taught you to not bend are published by those who bend you the most. Infact, everything seems so, well, bent! So trying to fit in the world ha? Of course, I understand. After all, you have to survive. Darwin must have meant it when he said Survival of the Fittest. So, its kinda cool with me when you bent. And don't worry, won...