clueless, where it hails from,
Needless, to mention its tantrum,
Flawless, be its timely execution,
Mindless, acts to atmost perfection।

Baseless, might be its birth,
Careless, let it move forth,
Doubtless, it does deny sanity,
Doubtless, it does deny sanity,

Sightless, despite hues thrown around,
Painless, presumed when gets rebound,
Mindless, still be let in,
Anger can have more than the last grin.

The Day-Part 1

Akshara had been waiting for this day...the day she would come out of the small world of high school and step into the real world. The world of college life.hmmm...is that the real world?..yes to her it was "the relatively real world". May be realtivity does rule the world. Though she knew that she had to swim across the ocean that had been unfelt, stand against the odds which had never been against her, she was for it. As in her name, Akshara which means"imperishable" in Sanskrit, she was one of those kinds seasoned to sustain any kind of adversities. With an array of thoughts flashing in her mind, Akshara was looking out through the windows of the train. She was admitted into one of the best colleges in the country to do something that she had always wanted to do- Designing. In her perspective, every aspect of life was an art by itself and she always felt that this notion had enabled her to enjoy every bit of her life. She was more than happy to be distinct from the mass which chose to be either doctors or engineers. "I am not against science, but I like to be with "the art""..Thats what she says when she is targetted with the usual questions like " why didn't you go into medicine? , aren't u interested in science?" and so on. Though she was very very happy about how things have been shaping up so far, sometimes the happiness was clouded by a small yet stinging sadness. Yes, she had to part with her parents and move to a different city. But Akshara tried to overcome those feelings by often thinking about the prospects that lay ahead. The train came to an halt and Akshara woke up with a jolt to realise that it was her station and only a few minutes were left before the train moved on again. In a hurry , she pulled out the suitcases from the cabin, forgetting that they were heavy. Unable to balance herself, she dropped the suitcase down and the things in her suitcase were scattered all over. " What a begining" she murmered to herself and started putting back the things into the suitcase. She could see hundreds of shoes walking past her..but not a single face. Suddenly she saw another hand that was filling in the suitcase. Suprised, she looked up from the floor to see to whom did the "helping hand" belong to. There she saw this guy whose eyes were filled with sympathy for her. " Don't worry!, I'll help you put them back." he said. Akshara was speechless. Something about him had taken her by suprise. "Thanks" she said to hide her bewilderment. " I am Kasih" he said. "I am Akshara" she said. "Ah thats a pretty name!.....Ok lemme put my bags down the platform so that I can help with yours" saying that he got down the train. Here he was back again helping Akshara to get off the train with her luggage. Little did Akshara know that this was "the day" which would rule the fate of her forth coming days...They kept walking down the platform..........


Wait until "The Day-Part 2"

Words....where have you been???????

There was something in me that was restraining me from writing for an eon.When I say "eon" , I mean it. Its been a real long long time since I had put my mind on to words. The reason?....well... The first time I actually gave it a thought, I was totally clueless and I could think of no other reason expect that the urge in me to write has died. So much for the tinge of pessimism in me. But on feeding it repeatedly to my thoughts, I was bewildered at the outcome. It looked like I had a whole bunch of reasons that had attributed to my current paucity of words!. To name a few...My first love:Research. I was overwhelmingly happy with just that in my life, fear:will I be able to overcome my current frame of mind, should I give it a try?...what if I am unable to retrieve the spirit, suppression of thoughts, hectic though enjoyable trips(trust me, screening and uploading the photos took a toll on my time)...the list would go on to the extent that this comeback blog of mine would be filled with just those. Bearing that in mind, lemme move on. Though after a while, the optimissim outwitted my pessimism. And here I am penning my thoughts again!!!!!!! Wow this had turned out to be awesome!!!... I should say, I have felt exactly the same way as I had before,when I wrote those words!. But I guess I can't leave this issue astray like this...I really dont have a clue if I would be able to pull back again when I end up in this so called " WORDLESS STATE" of mine. So the solution? keep writing! I wish it could be as simple as it sounds..But still there isn't any better way to go about it!