18+1

My last day as an eighteen year old.... i retrospect..


One would expect that I learnt how to drive and got a licence, voted for the first time, did a lot of other things LEGALLY for the first time. But alas! life wasn't so kind... I could enjoy none of the above. And my consumption of the spirit was just as illegal as it is going to be for the next six years. More over 19 gives me a feeling of growing old... i mean, i am stepping out of the year a certain Mr. Adams wants to be till he dies. So, I guess, my anxiety is justified.

But then again, this year I finally got out of school and got into college( it was a long wait, I tell you)and come to think of it it was a year like no other!! college is great!! the college dramatics society( The Ariels, we are called) is greater!!....I stumbled into collegiate theatre and take my word for it...I've had the time of my life, and wish to continue to do so for the next two years. The nights in Pilani,The Old World at Habitat Centre, all the auditoriums of the DU colleges and not to forget fighting for the miranda audi for rehearsals. The prizes and the parties weren't too bad too!! I also happen to be one of the few privileged day boarders to know the college intimately after sun down(yeah...we practiced long)!!
The year was full of english honours and great it was... but, there will be another blog about that...
So now i shall stop this random babble and leave with a happy heart looking forward to my second year in college...and, i hate to say it, but, being ummm.. yeah...19... there...i've said it!!

But dear 18th year... you were as good as a year could be. I will miss you.

Unpoetic

Contemplating, i have been, for a long time,
Someday to have my very own rhyme.
Hoping against hope, i've tried to write
Poems about things dark and bright.
Failed, i have, miserably in my endeavours,
Realized, it's not me who the god of poetry favours.

Enamoured, i wrote about flowers, animals and bees,
Enchanted, i tried to describe beautiful trees.
But all my descriptions are prosaic and plain,
Of joys or angst, of what i feel or feign.
I know no Ulysses, Porphyria or her love,
Somehow my monologues aren't dramatic enough.

Aided in my strive, i may be, by solitude,
To give my rhyme meaning, to preclude the crude.
But, Alas! solitude is hard to come by,
I desire it much, but in vain i try.
This one from the heart, is to commemorate,
My sorry poesy, My unpoetic fate.

The Metro and Me

The metro. I take it everyday to college and practically every other place I go to. It was miraculously started right before I joined college from the place I live to where I now study: north campus, Delhi university (a place that I’d always wanted to go to…but that’s another story!)

So, The Metro… a place where thousands of strangers congregate to travel together, sharing precious moments of their day. I often wonder if these people were packed together in these compartments randomly or by design. Either way, these fellow travelers have the ability to keep me entertained for the 55 mins (one-way) that I travel every day. But, unfortunately, for me, I don’t avail of this everyday as I have the company of some equally interesting books on most days. But the other days I amuse myself, quite vicariously though, with the help of the other commuters who, more often than not, are packed like sardines in a tin can, with me.

Now, I hate to confess but my most favorites of the many amusements that the metro provides is … eavesdropping (forgive me father, for I have sinned!) I know that is not the most righteous thing to do, but isn’t to err, human. And I am a mere human being. That is the most important fact. That I err too often, is the least important one. Catch snippets of conversations and then it is up to your imagination to cook up what happened before and after that! One must try it to believe me when I say that it is absolutely amazing (also enhances one’s creative abilities, if I may add)

The next favorite of mine is to observe people’s expression as they embark on the journey along with you. Equally enhancing to one’s creative faculty as the prior one but involves lesser use of the auditory faculty.
e.g. I once saw some one reading a book called “how to win friends and influence people”(!) and from what I thought, he seemed to be pausing in between to take mental notes! And I couldn’t help imagining how his social life was like! (I know this is real mean…. but please forgive me!)

There are also many others like reliving your day or some comic moments in your mind. But this one often leaves you struggling to fight that laugh which is trying its best to escape, incase you become a subject of the many other imaginations traveling with you in the same compartment. But, alas, your lips betray you and there is that little twitch and your lips curve upwards leaving you feeling like a fool (and not to forget, subject to the atrocities of the many imaginary minds like yours’)

But also it this convergence of strangers which uplifts you when you are at your lowest and so need that privacy, because ultimately, despite of that crowd, you are alone. And even if that desolate being that you feel that you are, decides to let other people know of it’s existence, you can be assured of anonymity.

But even as I plead guilty to these crimes, I must admit it is hard to maintain the sang-froid on my face. But a year of criminal activity has proved productive but my eyes still betray me. So I pray that I don’t meet anybody who can read beyond my face and peep into what’s brewing inside. But hey…that sounds awfully romantic…so I pray that I meet someone exactly like that, and what better a place to meet that particular stranger, than The Metro!

I'm here

my first post. this was when my blog was called"i'm unprepared."

The day began without any surprises; I had tea and sat down to study. Yeah.... study, because my exams are approaching. Anyway, I was studying quite oblivious to what was happening around me till the intercom rang to inform that some relatives were here. Not that I don't like them or something, but I hate surprises. And I was surprised. After some polite conversation they left but I could never get back to my books. (It really wasn’t their fault; even a little whining from my dog would’ve done it)

So after surfing through quite a few idiotic things on the idiot box, I switched on the less idiotic one (please excuse me, Mr. Charles Babbage). And decided to read my friends and seniors- Puja and Kanika’s blogs and just out of the blue decided to join in!!!

That’s how the name came about.... I didn’t wake up in the morning thinking that I would start a blog neither did I ever want to…so u see I really am unprepared. Unlike my friends,I don’t have anything erudite to say. They would agree with me considering the random things i say.

But now that I look back these randomly chosen words actually speak a lot. These words that were just an impulsive, nervous answer to what the name of my blog will be, I have realized are not quite random. I am unprepared for a lot more (my upcoming exams to start with!). I’m unprepared to step out into the open and face the sun (strictly metaphoric!). I’m unprepared to find somebody close, unreachable. I’m unprepared to stand in front of the mirror and find somebody different.

UNPREPARED, I am for so much more that I’m not prepared to name them all.

P.S. A sinsere plea to all my friends to not laugh at what i've written