The Simple Curve- Smile.

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If there’s anything in the world that sets everything right,
The curve of the lips, between a fight.
The toothless grin makes the heart light.
You can’t contain it, can’t hold it tight.
It’s cheaper than the cheapest for all crude and caste.
It escapes violently, it’s durable, it lasts.
Willingly though it fights anger,
Like a true soldier, it never surrenders.
It’s contagious, even more than a disease.
It bring comfort, familiarity and ease.
A small smile, however it may be, does miracles.
It’s sweeter than candy, not sour as pickle.
The smile can have all wars cease.
The smile never fails to please.
A smallest angle than can change the world.
However we dismiss it, “It’s absurd.”
A smile brings hope, nurtures it.
It’s like medicine, work bit by bit.
It’s a tool that revives men from life,
Worse than Dante’s purgatory before paradise.
It’s the worst seeker, draws attention,
Of pure admiration, awe, not pretension.
Thus, a small curve it is, and sets things right,
It’s contagious. It brings happiness and delight.

“Hey Mom, What’s the way home again?”

This really funny thing happened today that I’m going to narrate to you in about a minute, but there is some background to it. So, prepare ourselves!

As you must know, I’m a grade eleven student, so I attend these coaching classes called StudyMate which is Hindustan Times venture. I’d joined them last April. There are classes three day a week, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Now, the center was a little very far away from my house. That time, a bunch of us, about five six people, hired a cab that would drop and pick us according to our days, and he’d take different routes and drop us and on went my life.

Until recently, when due to winters approaching, I quit it and started travelling on my own. So, after some really tiring up-and-down, my parents allowed me today to commute on my scooty for the first time. I’ve also got my learner’s license a fortnight ago, so maybe that was it.

So anyways, I very excitedly took out my scooter and drove all the way to the center, all the while hoping that I don’t break my neck or the scooter’s handle. The route is pretty straight except just two turns. I had an exam there today, so when I was leaving today, I forgot I’d come from the scooty. It was only when I was left standing stupidly on the staircase, trying to find my dad’s car for whole fifteen minutes that I realized that I had my scooty.

It was pretty dark by that time, but I convinced my mom all the way to not come down here and receive me. I kick-started my scooty (it ain’t automatic, people) and started driving God knows where. There are two roads that can lead to my house. One goes parallel to a canal and the other is a national highway.

I had strict orders not to travel through the national highway. Unfortunately, the road that I had taken led to the highway, I took a huge U-turn from god-knows-where, parked again, and called up my mom. “Hey mom, what’s the way home?” I asked innocently.

“What?” she yelled. “Where are you?”

“I think, I’m heading towards the highway. Can you tell me how to get back to the canal road?”

“Okay, calm down! Where exactly are you?”  I gave her whereabouts, and then she told me the way to get back and on home road again.

“Okay, If I don’t call, that means I’ve found the road.” I said, and dropped the call.

Despite that, my geographically dead brain took a route that took me back to the highway, despite clear instructions. I thought to myself foolishly how obsessed the highway was with me!

Not to worry my mom more than she already was, I asked a pedestrian the way home and was finally glad to find Home Road. I got scolded, or maye mocked upon is a better word. The gist of the story being that I’m geographically mentally dead. And that in spite of an year of acquaintance, the highway can’t get enough of me!

And can you guess where I found my mom? In her car parked beside the road, just ready to leave to pick me up from nowhere. Isn’t she great? However, I don’t think that I’ll be getting to drive that scooty to the center any more for some time.

Bookworm’s Delight: Animal Farm

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Animal Farm by George Orwell is a masterpiece, and so, I was deeply annoyed when my friends said, “It’s such a children’s book.” It is a simple book, with a message that even adults fail to decipher.

All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.

The story begins with the Major, an old and a widely respected boar, who moments before his death proclaims that all animals must get rid of Jones, their owner, rebel to overthrow human tyranny and establish the ‘Republic of Animals’. Under the leadership of Snowball and Napoleon, two pigs, the animals begin to fight for there rights, until it’s not about their rights, but about power. Who wins, and who loses is what the entire novella narrates. It’s the story of a rebellion gone wrong.

The story-line is brilliant, the language easy, and the characters relatable, not not in physical form. It describes in true innocence the ugly truth behind power, the hypocrisy of living being, both animals and humans, and the extent that living beings can go to in order to obtain what they want.

Orwell has been a clever man, because he manages to describe, with success, the true nature of humans, with the help of simple characters.

This book ends with a simple sentence that sums up entire novel perfectly.

“Twelve voices were shouting in anger, and they were all alike. No question, now, what had happened to the faces of the pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.”

Jana Gana Mana – From Morning Song to India’s National Anthem

Happy Republic Day.

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 By Somali K Chakrabarti

Thou art the ruler of the minds of all people,
Thou Dispenser of India's destiny.
Thou art the ruler of the minds of all people,
Dispenser of India's destiny,
Thy name rouses the hearts of Punjab, Sind,
Gujarat & Maratha, of Dravida, Orissa and Bengal,
It echoes in the hills of the Vindhyas and Himalayas,
mingles in the music of Jamuna and Ganges,
and is chanted by the waves of the Indian Sea.
They pray for thy blessings and sing thy praise,
Thou dispenser of India's destiny,
Victory, Victory, Victory to thee.

English translation of India’s National Anthem “Jana Gana Mana” by Rabindranath Tagore

In the year 1911, Nobel Laureate Rabindranath Tagore wrote a hymn in in Sanskritised Bengali “Jana Gana Mana” that was to be sung for the first time at the 26th annual session of the Indian National Congress

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Epiphany In The Cacophony.

Adolescence is usually the age where people are neither children nor adults. It is that unfortunate age when you are either too old or too young. It is when you are maturing against your own will. You’re unwilling to let go of your innocence, yet look forward to adulthood with secret enthusiasm. It is also the age of decisions that affect our future, put our careers at stakes. We’ve got to think of the long run but have fun now also. It’s a confusion filled life, where there are losses at every turn, yet we need to look past them at what lies ahead of us. We make decisions, we make mistakes, we have regrets, and we learn from them.

Well, for me my biggest regret  would be opting for Science. This is one mistake that I’ll have to forever live with. It’s on my resume, the header being ‘The World’s Biggest Mistake’. This year has been hell, as you might know with the few hints that I drop of flunking every now and then.

You might have known from the About Me page that I want to become an architect or do something in English. That is a subject that I love, enjoy and want to make my life. Finally coming to the topic, despite being at the tender age of sixteen, I had an epiphany yesterday.

I realized (and I deeply credit Adi and Amelia for this) what I want to do. I don’t want to comply to the set, defined professions of the world. I want to do what I love, what I am good at, what I feel brings me joy more than my birthday. I want to read and I want to write.

I was surfing through Amelia’s blog yesterday where she was ranting (?) about the amount of work load she has for her final semester, and let me remind you that it was the eve of my chemistry exam and I couldn’t concentrate, when I wondered how amazing it would be to read books and give papers based on them rather that do rubbish that probably won’t help me anyway. I thought of all the books I can read and all the extra papers I can turn in, crediting my love of books, when now, I am barely passing.

Books have amazed me since a young age. They’ve always been my escape, my companions and partially responsible for the crazy love that I now seem to have for English as a subject. They’ve been the most loyal, honest, and understanding friends that I’ve ever had. For more, see Books.

They say, you’re the luckiest person if your best friend is your lover, because he understands you at a level that others fail at. I reckon I’ll be pretty damn lucky if I can marry my best friends, my books?

I love writing and reading. I’ve fervent passion for both. It is a trigger to my imagination. It forces my to push myself beyond normal, and explore the world real, wild, world as it lays ahead of me. The idea of having books to read and doing what I love makes my heart beat faster. Nothing is better when you are curled up n your blanket and you’re in some fantasy world with really, really great people. My heart literally burst with joy when I came to terms with this new revelation, and now I’d like to think that there is no stopping me from what I want to do.

I got an  epiphany in the cacophony, and now, I’m not going to let my brain rule over my heart. I know what I want, and I’m going to get it. I’m going to marry my books.

Old Memories.

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The old stories kept me awake at night.
The door closed, switched off the lights.
How we cuddled at precisely this hour,
In the cool breeze beneath the stars.
Those teenage days have long since passed,
Leaving nothing but memories and scars.
Of the relinquished love you promised,
Who knew years later, you’ll still be missed.
We were kids of fun and play,
Our love pure, no hate, no pain.
It was you and me against the world.
Now the idea is just absurd.
When I ran into you yesterday,
I didn’t know what to say.
I was delighted to say the least,
Of all the fantastical possibilities.
The possibilities, I’d cooked up nights awake,
Holding on to a hope, you’d given me to take.
Our teenage love, though misunderstood,
Will surpass all pestilences that it’s way stood.
That hope was broken beyond repair,
When you told me you didn’t care,
For me as a girl you liked any longer.
But this foolish heart, still for you, grew fonder.
And ever since then, the old stories have kept me awake at night.
The door closed, switched off the lights.
But meeting you yesterday has given me strength.
And I’ll protect me love for you at any length.
Yet the memories I can’t keep any longer.
They make me weak, not stronger.
How we cuddled at precisely this hour,
In the cool breeze beneath the stars.

Trudging In Silence.

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Just because I don’t say doesn’t mean I don’t speak.
I choose to be quiet because that’s who I am.
Yet I speak, when needed to.
And I fight when needed to.
I raise my voice to throw light on truth.
I raise my voice to deliver justice.
To all harmed, I treat them with care.
Trudging slowly, yet bravely,
Into the great unknown.
I speak when spoken to, I laugh when needed.
But I like that little corner of me,
When I bundle with a cup
Of coffee and a book to read.
I delve into the lives of the unknown,
Unseen faces, bring them to light.
I speak when needed to, I fight when needed to.
Further and further I step in their lives,
Not voluntarily, but out of duty,
For I do my job,
Step away from the me corner,
And trudge, only speaking when needed.
And finally, when I perish,
Quiet and rarely understood,
My voice shall speak what my heart stood for.
Because I spoke when needed,
I fought when needed,
And that has made all the difference.

Kufri.

Currently writing from my mobile phone in Kufri! Yay, my dad finally agreed to take us out these holidays and guess what? Its snow all around. In fact, just next to the hotel we are in lays a huge snow clad area.

For a person who has never seen snow, this is an awesome trip. These night was extremely cold but the mornings. The snow perfectly reflects the bright sunlight and looks like it is summer all around, just with the snow. We reached here just yesterday, and its been fun. We went for a walk in the hills that left us breathless, yet we had fun. Then we went to the local market and bought some basics.

The snowfall had occurred on the 4th, so its turned into ice and its very slippery. I almost fell in front of a car, but my dad grabbed at the last moment. My mom slipped badly, and since then, she’s been this snow ninja, and walks at the speed of a turtle.

We’ll be visiting the Jagu temple today and then we’ll go skiing. Finally! Then we’ll just play in the snow. We might also go to Shimla or Chail. Let’s see.

Right now, I’m off to bath. The water has finally heated up. I’ll try and keep you posted. Bye.