Those were my blessed days

The rattling sound of buildings, distantly heard

glides me down the path of memory lane

chirping the melody i never fail to heed

stood at the balcony, the fluttering little bird

high up on the sky, the sun seemed lazy

pouring down its shimmering orange gracefully

making me wonder if before the end of the day

it could ever reach the pinnacle of the sky

scorching down the bright yellow light

The days seemed long with daring ventures awaiting

the nights seemed to vanish by the wink of an eye

time withered along with the naive happiness

leaving behind nothing but darkness to embrace

They said those were the malgudi days

i say, those were my blessed days..
 
- Priyadharshini.S

Love Vs Heart

              The word "love" automatically brings to one's mind the heart symbol. Have you ever wondered why should they both be linked in any way? And first of all, why should the heart actually get such a symbol? Heart is a part of the human body. It performs the most important function of supplying the oxygenated blood to all parts of the body. But it doesnt perform any function related to analysis of thoughts or production of the so called "hormones". All conceptual beliefs are just result of human evolution. This being the case, why did our ancestors use heart shape for indicating love? As we are the modern practicalist, let us do the logical linking. Our brain is the one which processes our thoughts and categorizes them. So officially we are supposed to link "love" with "brain". Imagine that in order to show a love struck person's status "an arrow passing through brain" is used. Gives an impression of "zombies having their love for brain of a human as lunch", doesnt it? Think its best to leave things as they are..

idle hours

                Coll's over & its been about a month now. Today by mid-day, i felt an urge to do self analysis & do the needfull to improvise myself. While in this process of analysis, i found out that all i was doing from the moment i woke up was sit infront of the TV. Made me think what's there in this idiot box to fix myself constantly in one place.. after the idle analysis, found out - when i have these many programs to actually watch daily, its surprising to even move away from  the tv for a couple of hours..

A Song of Praise

          You hear a song just by chance and it turns out to be melting your heart away and so u want to hear the song again and again. All other songs seem to be far away from its league. You just fall in love with that song. Everything becomes invisible when you hear it. It creates a new world for you and you never seem to get enough of visiting that new world. People around you ridicule for your odd liking, yet all their ridicules only fuels your passion for that song. Everything seems meaningless except for that song.
          Days goes by, Your heart throbbing song becomes well tread by you. You start to know each word and each sound of that song by heart. You boast of your knowledge of the song to others, as if its your own crown piece.
          Days goes by, You notice others are not paying enough credit for your lovable song and you criticize them for their ignorance of its beauty.
          Days goes by, You decide to keep it as your personal secret, reasoning out yourself that jewels are to be kept safe rather than being shown off.
          Days goes by, You find your daily chores hilling up high and your work becomes hectic to manage. time becomes a precious factor to be wasted on.
          Days goes by, You have grown and the world has changed. The new inventions and technologies are proliferating and everyone praise you for your updated knowledge of everything around you.
          Days goes by, You seemed to be bored of everything. You go to a nearby coffee shop. The "never known to be existing" channel is on the TV. You feel frustrated of such low entertainment. The song playing currently on the TV reminds you of something. A second later, you recall its that song which you considered as your jewel long before. You know how that song goes and start humming along with it playing on the TV.
         The jewel again shines in your heart and leaves a broad smile on your face.

Engineering intricacies

         While reading for my final sem exams, many universally important thoughts started crossing my head and bewilder it. We read from different authors book, whose name become totally gibberish on our tongue. Basically the Engineering subject books are classified into - Local author and Foreign author. Nothing much of a difference. The Foreign author is the person from abroad who usually studies and publishes a book, which is made as the syllabus textbook by the Universities and which in turn are remade by another author from India and published such that they are crisper and readable by an Indian student. Lets analyze the intricacies of both these kinda books which play a vital role in the 4 yrs of an engineering student.
        Local author gives the advantage of  mugging up soon. But there is no way of gaining knowledge out of it. Each sentence will be incoherent & no meaning can be successfully attained from it. The silly grammatical mistakes have always been everlasting in edition after edition of these books. There is sometimes a section called "Important definitions" at the end of each unit, in which some of them wont actually be definitions but their applications & uses. Something i like about a local author book is that they usually have the past year question papers at the back. Hence no need to buy a question bank separately.
        Whereas, a foreign author gives detailed explanations for each topic - too detailed such that when u wanna know the definition of a topic, u can find it only after 5-6 paras in that topic. Sometimes even after a page or so. The most irritating thing is when we are proceeding on with a derivation from chapter 4 interestingly, there will be a line saying "The relation is obtained from section 9.5". Are we supposed to jump to chapter 9 and come back again? One good thing appreciable in foreign author books are that they have a glossary at the back. It always makes it easier to find a topic from syllabus quickly.
         I am a person who needs to understand something in order to learn something & at the same time, i start studying only on the night before the exam. So i usually have both of them - foreign author for understanding & local author for reading soon. Yet my unique idea doesnt always aid me, for i'll be left utterly confused at the end of the day as a result of reading 2 versions of a single concept.

My farewell

      There is still just few more days for my days of fun to end.. Even while i say this, i have a tint of doubt lingering in my heart, questioning - was it that fun filled? The truthfull answer to this is that - might not really be so..
      But what could be really termed as being fun? after all one cannot always be happy. Everything has its ups & downs. One cannot have a true friend as described in the "best friend fwd mails & msgs". One cannot be a perfect enemy as portrayed in the villianistic serials. One cannot be perfectly indifferent of the small comedies made in a class. Its upto us to take all that is good & cherish them in the memory & hope that events similar to these might occur in the future again.
      Having analysed what the word "fun" could possibly mean, i can guarantee for sure i did have fun in the past 4 years invaraiably. Let me recall those moments of fun which i had in these 4 years-

• The first time i made my best friend cry - heart breaking it was, for my eyes started wetting up instantly. The funniest part- we both used the same hand kerchief to wipe both our tears.
• The time when i was asked by the college director to spot out the person who banged the tables during class hours. I didnt mention anyone & yet felt terribly guilty when one of 'em looked thru my eyes.
• Outting with my 2 best friends to queensland & adyar beach (separately with each. Its a long story why i have 2 best friends in 2 different groups)
• The first time saree day - though felt awkward, had a first time different feeling.
• The unknown landline calls at midnight for a couple of days from someone of my class during 2nd yr. The most funniest part was when i heard that my mom scolded the person on call using superb words.. was at tears after laughing so long.. Pity on the person though.. ha ha..
• College symposium - i got to know a lot of ppl & actually many of my friends came to know of the real me by then only. All my classmates saw me beyond my barrier..
• I have cut classes for many reasons: 2nd yr -sympo (my first time of cutting classes), 3rd yr -sympo & tech fest (unsuccessful yet enjoyed a lot), cognizant fest, 4th yr - sympo, presentation for hod, patent rights seminar, exhibition, faculty's seminar, etc (lot many.. forgot 'em).
• The most important of all bunking was when me & my friend went to mcdonalds & had burger & fries there, when we should have been searching music cd for the dance.
• farewell at bus given by the jrs.. i really wished i had atleast one younger sibling then..
• How could i forget to mention.. All thru my coll days i came by coll bus only & all the days were fun filled. We played Anthakshari, Dumsharads & many other games..
• Had an accident in the bus at 1st yr - felt truly very sorry for my bus driver on seeing his guilt ridden face when he looked at my scar. Wished if only i could comfort him by saying that "Please dont be sorry".

                                                                                                          (to be continued...)

Tranquility

Today noon i was in one of those tranquil periods after watching the boring yet lovely romantic movie. It made me think about- the other previous tranquil moments. Usually in those moments i feel a strange calmness which has a mild amount of happiness residing in my heart & my thoughts nowhere wandering in the daily miseries. Everything in front of me, how much ever rubbish it might practically be, but would seem to be the perfect beautiness of the world at these moments. I personaly think that these tranquil moments ever occur only to those who are ready to detach themselves from the worldly pleasures & sufferings, and i feel very much gifted at that.

Some of my tranquil moments:

• Whenever i finish reading a book & after a couple of minutes passes during which all the emotions which were caused by the book arise in a mixture & fades off , i feel these moments of tranquility of successfully finishing the book. (U never get those after finishing a subject book)
• An awkward moments pause while traveling in a car with my family. ( Chiefly arises based on the fact that i feel comfortable even of that awkward moment within my family)
• During free class hours when the 2 friends sitting beside me are talking busily & im left out, yet i dont feel lonely, but observe others who r busily (vetti'ly) chatting in the class room with a feeling of contentment.
• No one at house other than me & after a couple of hours of concentrated venture on checking mails, watching TV, munching junks, texting friend (all at the same time - multitasking) and due to some odd feeling switch off everything abruptly & just sit at quisence. (Ofcourse after a couple of minutes resumed the multitasking).
• In the middle of sleep, wake up by well past midnight, but do nothing & just lay awake thinking of nothing.
• That small walk from the bus to my college in those silent early morning hours.
• While waiting for the things to be billed at the counter in a supermarket.

So on goes the list of which only this much i remember currently.

PS: Actually simply putting, this whole post i've done is just explaining nothing other than the very common factor in any human - "being spaced out". I think i've gotto tell myself a lot - "Snap out of it bonehead!"

The circle

Its been long since i've last blogged. Many things happened meanwhile, some of which are going to make a mark in the rest of my life. This makes me wonder how i have spent the past two decades on this world. So many memories to be cherished, many other faults to be ever repented on. I think everyone cherishes & repents in a more or less similar manner. But it is intriguing to observe that everyone thinks that what they have done is something extra-ordinary & also that it has the potential to stand out from others. We could claim that this kind of perspective arises from the archaic assertion- Every human is unique by himself. Having said that, the similarity which it beholds - Everyone have their unique characterestics, which means that everyone has a common ground on uniqueness being the basic similarity. We could very well observe that this whole analysis started from one point - 'Everyone is same', extended as a line - 'Each is unique' and finally met the origin point by forming a complete circle - 'The uniqueness of each make them common'.