I recently read somewhere that people who say they haven't changed since they were 15 or 16 and were over 20 now, never lived life. That they cling so much onto the things that seem to give comfort that they stop living. Maybe its true. It got me thinking. I have changed. I've grown as a person. I realized that I'm more open to things than I was when I was 16. Although it was just five years ago, I guess, people change. Sooner or later. People learn to let go of old beliefs and try out new things. You learn to shake off the old skin. You evolve. Sometimes, these lead to heart breaks, but most of the time, it leads to acceptance. Acceptance of yourself. Because, at the end of the day, you have only your consciousness to deal with.
November 24, 2012
November 18, 2012
I feel infinite.
I just finished reading this book called "Perks of Being a Wallflower". And there were two quotes from the entire book that I loved. The first one is, "We accept the love we think we deserve" and the second is, "I feel infinite". But when I was done with the book, I did feel infinite. It was beautiful and I have NEVER felt SO moved by a book. Charlie was a brilliant character and I think a piece of him will live with me forever now. His ability to love and his love for books and his way of perceiving the world were all mind blowing. The way he is willing to "participate" more and try new things will astounding. I may never go through the tunnel in Pittsburgh, but I felt as if I did. I felt as if I could feel the wind in my hair, like I was standing in the truck. I felt infinite. I loved it. I can't seem to find words to describe the feeling, except to say it feels like infinity. I've always wanted an infinity tattoo, but now I think I'll get one which says I feel infinite in the shape of an infinite symbol.
September 09, 2012
Isle of Black
"Come", said a voice in my ear.
I turned to look but could see nothing save darkness.
"Come", it called again.
I walked forward, knowing not where it would take me.
But another voice,sounding far away begged me,
To open my eyes.
But the voice in my head was tempting.
I knew they were lies,
But I welcomed them.
Until the other voice faded out completely
And before I knew it,
I was in the Isle of black.
I turned to look but could see nothing save darkness.
"Come", it called again.
I walked forward, knowing not where it would take me.
But another voice,sounding far away begged me,
To open my eyes.
But the voice in my head was tempting.
I knew they were lies,
But I welcomed them.
Until the other voice faded out completely
And before I knew it,
I was in the Isle of black.
April 07, 2012
Alone.
Are you a figment of my brain playing with me?
Messing with my head?
Because I don’t know who you are anymore.
Where you are or what you’re doing,
You must be.
Were all those promises you made just a lie?
That you’d be there no matter what?
Because you aren’t here,
And neither am I for you.
Messing with my head?
Because I don’t know who you are anymore.
Where you are or what you’re doing,
You must be.
Were all those promises you made just a lie?
That you’d be there no matter what?
Because you aren’t here,
And neither am I for you.
April 02, 2012
Slut Walk
Little had Constable Michael Sanguinetti known how one statement of his could cause such a world wide uproar. On 24Th January,2011, while addressing a group of law students of the York university on safety, he remarked how women should avoid dressing like sluts in order to not be victimized. Not only did it shock all the women who were attending the conference,but also started the world-wide phenomenon called the Slut-Walk.
Slutwalk. Many jump to a conclusion that this is just a crazy movement by the feminists of the world to promote a woman’s right to dress like a slut. However, the purpose of the slut-walks is nowhere close to that. Slut-walks, as commented by one of the many bloggers on this topic, is as much as right to dress like sluts as the salt march was to eat salt. Slut-walks are being held in every nation around the world to show how a woman is NOT responsible for being a victim of rape/sexual assault. And men citing that her clothes were what tempted them and hence she asked for it was and still isn’t an acceptable reason. A woman’s clothes are NOT her consent. Neither is it just about her clothes. It is also concerned with women being told not to go out after dark, not being allowed to travel alone and not to laugh too loudly because it might make men think she is giving them permission to touch her.
The slut-walk is not just for women,but also for men who have been assaulted. Some men may be scared of confessing that they were abused, fearing they’d get teased and ridiculed. This walk is a platform for every kind of sexual abuse,whether it be to male,female or transgender.
The first slut-walk was organized on the 3rd of April, 2011 in Toronto, Canada. It included speeches followed by moving to the Toronto Police Headquarters. Many subsequent slut-walks were held all over the world. From Costa Rica to Brazil to Australia to India. The first slut-walk held in India was in Bhopal on July 17th this year. Another one was held on the 31st of July in Delhi. The latest one which should have been held on 4th December in Bangalore, but since permission was not obtained, it was called off.
The main focus of the slut-walk is to stop victim blaming. To stop saying its the fault of the woman for being too drunk or dressed provocatively. If how a woman dressed can be said to be an excuse for the sick rapists out there to assault her, then there shouldn’t have been any cases of such in countries where women are fully clothed. Nor should such cases arise for babies who are barely a year old and ill bed ridden seventy plus year old women be justified. In fact, studies show that women who are dressed demurely are the ones who are targeted the most, because men assume that they won’t protest. In fact, in a survey conducted by a Bangalore group called White Noise, it was found that most of the women who were assaulted were fully clothed, most of them dressed in salwars with dupattas. The ones who were dressed more boldly were the ones possibly less assaulted, because they aren’t easy targets.
Another aim is to tell women that they needn’t feel guilty for being attacked. Just because a woman was walking in a dark road or because she was dressed in what some pervert may think as provocative clothing or because she spoke to strangers,it does not justify her being raped.
While many critics in India are stating that there are bigger issues such as dowry harassment and deaths related to them,female feticide and infanticide, than being given the right to dress like a slut, it all goes back to the one fact that women don’t have rights. Or rather, about how their rights are being neglected. When a woman is born, its her body that everyone wants control over. Whether she should live or die, whether she is allowed to be educated or not, who she should marry, how many kids she should bear and what gender they should be. Every last detail of her life is being controlled by her family. It all comes back to rights of women being neglected or modified to suit the comfort of the men.
The reason the slut-walk can be said to be relevant, despite what the critics say, especially in India is because India has been ranked the fourth most unsafe country in the world during a recent survey. With over 22,147 reported rape in India in the year 2010 according to the NCRB(National Crime Records Bureau), it is estimated that one woman is raped every thirty six minutes and one woman is molested every twenty six minutes. And the sad part is, these are only those which are reported. There may be thousands more which go unreported mainly due to victim blaming, sometimes often by family members themselves.
Despite women carrying pepper sprays and bullhorns, despite them going for self defence classes and being vigilant of their surroundings, despite wearing sensible shoes so they can hopefully outrun the bad guys, despite taking only the safest known and well lit route home, despite wearing proper clothes, millions of women are raped each year. But many of them are safe thanks to the men who go out of their way to ensure that their women colleagues/friends are dropped home first, who insist on “I’ve reached home” phone calls, who turn up when women are stranded late night, because their effort makes a difference.
So let us stand up and promote Slutwalk. Stand up for all the people who have suffered and to protect those innocent people who believe only in the good.
Slutwalk. Many jump to a conclusion that this is just a crazy movement by the feminists of the world to promote a woman’s right to dress like a slut. However, the purpose of the slut-walks is nowhere close to that. Slut-walks, as commented by one of the many bloggers on this topic, is as much as right to dress like sluts as the salt march was to eat salt. Slut-walks are being held in every nation around the world to show how a woman is NOT responsible for being a victim of rape/sexual assault. And men citing that her clothes were what tempted them and hence she asked for it was and still isn’t an acceptable reason. A woman’s clothes are NOT her consent. Neither is it just about her clothes. It is also concerned with women being told not to go out after dark, not being allowed to travel alone and not to laugh too loudly because it might make men think she is giving them permission to touch her.
The slut-walk is not just for women,but also for men who have been assaulted. Some men may be scared of confessing that they were abused, fearing they’d get teased and ridiculed. This walk is a platform for every kind of sexual abuse,whether it be to male,female or transgender.
The first slut-walk was organized on the 3rd of April, 2011 in Toronto, Canada. It included speeches followed by moving to the Toronto Police Headquarters. Many subsequent slut-walks were held all over the world. From Costa Rica to Brazil to Australia to India. The first slut-walk held in India was in Bhopal on July 17th this year. Another one was held on the 31st of July in Delhi. The latest one which should have been held on 4th December in Bangalore, but since permission was not obtained, it was called off.
The main focus of the slut-walk is to stop victim blaming. To stop saying its the fault of the woman for being too drunk or dressed provocatively. If how a woman dressed can be said to be an excuse for the sick rapists out there to assault her, then there shouldn’t have been any cases of such in countries where women are fully clothed. Nor should such cases arise for babies who are barely a year old and ill bed ridden seventy plus year old women be justified. In fact, studies show that women who are dressed demurely are the ones who are targeted the most, because men assume that they won’t protest. In fact, in a survey conducted by a Bangalore group called White Noise, it was found that most of the women who were assaulted were fully clothed, most of them dressed in salwars with dupattas. The ones who were dressed more boldly were the ones possibly less assaulted, because they aren’t easy targets.
Another aim is to tell women that they needn’t feel guilty for being attacked. Just because a woman was walking in a dark road or because she was dressed in what some pervert may think as provocative clothing or because she spoke to strangers,it does not justify her being raped.
While many critics in India are stating that there are bigger issues such as dowry harassment and deaths related to them,female feticide and infanticide, than being given the right to dress like a slut, it all goes back to the one fact that women don’t have rights. Or rather, about how their rights are being neglected. When a woman is born, its her body that everyone wants control over. Whether she should live or die, whether she is allowed to be educated or not, who she should marry, how many kids she should bear and what gender they should be. Every last detail of her life is being controlled by her family. It all comes back to rights of women being neglected or modified to suit the comfort of the men.
The reason the slut-walk can be said to be relevant, despite what the critics say, especially in India is because India has been ranked the fourth most unsafe country in the world during a recent survey. With over 22,147 reported rape in India in the year 2010 according to the NCRB(National Crime Records Bureau), it is estimated that one woman is raped every thirty six minutes and one woman is molested every twenty six minutes. And the sad part is, these are only those which are reported. There may be thousands more which go unreported mainly due to victim blaming, sometimes often by family members themselves.
Despite women carrying pepper sprays and bullhorns, despite them going for self defence classes and being vigilant of their surroundings, despite wearing sensible shoes so they can hopefully outrun the bad guys, despite taking only the safest known and well lit route home, despite wearing proper clothes, millions of women are raped each year. But many of them are safe thanks to the men who go out of their way to ensure that their women colleagues/friends are dropped home first, who insist on “I’ve reached home” phone calls, who turn up when women are stranded late night, because their effort makes a difference.
So let us stand up and promote Slutwalk. Stand up for all the people who have suffered and to protect those innocent people who believe only in the good.
Skin Deep
There was an article in the news recently titled, “Should we stop calling our daughters pretty?” A closer look at the above said article will make one ponder over the truth, if we should indeed stop.
Beauty has always been of paramount importance from time immemorial, more so for women. History tells us how women we’re almost always concerned with looks. From ancient princesses like Cleopatra to the modern day ones, like Kate Middleton, beauty and looks have been given importance, maybe a little too much importance. Which brings us to the question, why were only women or rather mostly women known for their looks? No history ever says a man was known because he was handsome, then why the discrimination.
Looks are important to an extent, but they aren’t everything. There is personal grooming that is required to make one look presentable, however, one shouldn’t be shallow and be preoccupied with their looks alone. The modern culture has made this even worse in the recent past. Girls as young as five or six years of age have become conscious of their looks. Eating disorders are on the increase and the number of rehabilitation centers springing up to council people is alarming. People have become increasingly conscious of their looks and this makes one wonder what went wrong. From curves being considered beautiful on a woman to size zero being the most sought after, one should wonder what went wrong.
American lawyer and TV host Lisa Bloom states that by constantly praising young girls or women for being pretty, the society is telling them that looks are more important than anything else. It seems to have become imperative to look one’s best 24x7. This is causing women to become increasingly unhappy. And if we should blame the Western culture for causing this, then we should look again. Indians are just as obsessed with looks as the Westerners. Switch on the television set and Fair&Lovely ads pop up once every thirty seconds telling women that being fair will make them have the world eating out of their hands.
In addition to what has been said above, according to the statistics in 2010, India has been ranked number five on the list of countries demanding plastic surgery. The only women role models who get any attention are Bollywood actresses and models who have size zero figures.Even ace tennis players, Saina Nehwal and Sania Mirza were asked if they would enter Bollywood just because they have pretty faces but would Virat Kohli and Suresh Raina ever be asked the same question?
The need to look pretty is inbuilt in every woman. But taking it to the level of wanting to look young forever and have flawless skin can be blamed on men. Age old history tells us that men wanted their women to look the best. But whether anyone has judged what impact it has on the minds of women is yet to be seen. But women in the entire mode of trying to please their man, forget one very important thing. That no matter how much they try, there is still someone else who is thinner and younger looking, prettier and perhaps more surgically enhanced than them.
There is also another way to look at this problem. Men want women to look good, mostly to boost their own ego, so that they can flaunt their amazing looking women in front of their peers and make them seethe with jealousy. But has one stopped and thought if this beauty might just be only external? Just because a person is beautiful on the outside, doesn’t mean she will be on the inside too. She might not be a warm, loving person.
But a woman who looks good on her own, aging gracefully, might be a warm person. Because she knows that looks aren’t everything. That there is more to a person than what meets the eye. She, who believes in internal beauty, is a role model for womankind. And we need more women role models who can be related to. Not all women who are ambitious are shrewish, bossy, selfish and given to swearing. There is the case of a working woman who can juggle house hold chores, kids and work and can be said to be an achiever, an equal. That women can be anything they want to and their talent and hard work will get them where they need to go more than their looks will. And that beauty is only skin deep, but who you are on the inside matters more.
Beauty has always been of paramount importance from time immemorial, more so for women. History tells us how women we’re almost always concerned with looks. From ancient princesses like Cleopatra to the modern day ones, like Kate Middleton, beauty and looks have been given importance, maybe a little too much importance. Which brings us to the question, why were only women or rather mostly women known for their looks? No history ever says a man was known because he was handsome, then why the discrimination.
Looks are important to an extent, but they aren’t everything. There is personal grooming that is required to make one look presentable, however, one shouldn’t be shallow and be preoccupied with their looks alone. The modern culture has made this even worse in the recent past. Girls as young as five or six years of age have become conscious of their looks. Eating disorders are on the increase and the number of rehabilitation centers springing up to council people is alarming. People have become increasingly conscious of their looks and this makes one wonder what went wrong. From curves being considered beautiful on a woman to size zero being the most sought after, one should wonder what went wrong.
American lawyer and TV host Lisa Bloom states that by constantly praising young girls or women for being pretty, the society is telling them that looks are more important than anything else. It seems to have become imperative to look one’s best 24x7. This is causing women to become increasingly unhappy. And if we should blame the Western culture for causing this, then we should look again. Indians are just as obsessed with looks as the Westerners. Switch on the television set and Fair&Lovely ads pop up once every thirty seconds telling women that being fair will make them have the world eating out of their hands.
In addition to what has been said above, according to the statistics in 2010, India has been ranked number five on the list of countries demanding plastic surgery. The only women role models who get any attention are Bollywood actresses and models who have size zero figures.Even ace tennis players, Saina Nehwal and Sania Mirza were asked if they would enter Bollywood just because they have pretty faces but would Virat Kohli and Suresh Raina ever be asked the same question?
The need to look pretty is inbuilt in every woman. But taking it to the level of wanting to look young forever and have flawless skin can be blamed on men. Age old history tells us that men wanted their women to look the best. But whether anyone has judged what impact it has on the minds of women is yet to be seen. But women in the entire mode of trying to please their man, forget one very important thing. That no matter how much they try, there is still someone else who is thinner and younger looking, prettier and perhaps more surgically enhanced than them.
There is also another way to look at this problem. Men want women to look good, mostly to boost their own ego, so that they can flaunt their amazing looking women in front of their peers and make them seethe with jealousy. But has one stopped and thought if this beauty might just be only external? Just because a person is beautiful on the outside, doesn’t mean she will be on the inside too. She might not be a warm, loving person.
But a woman who looks good on her own, aging gracefully, might be a warm person. Because she knows that looks aren’t everything. That there is more to a person than what meets the eye. She, who believes in internal beauty, is a role model for womankind. And we need more women role models who can be related to. Not all women who are ambitious are shrewish, bossy, selfish and given to swearing. There is the case of a working woman who can juggle house hold chores, kids and work and can be said to be an achiever, an equal. That women can be anything they want to and their talent and hard work will get them where they need to go more than their looks will. And that beauty is only skin deep, but who you are on the inside matters more.
Confusion
Life scares me. Maybe "scares me" is an understatement. I don't know what I want out of it. I really don't. I know I'm not the only one. I have friends who stay up till the wee hours of the day, trying to figure out what they want to do. What they want from life.
I want so much from it. Maybe too much. I want to be rich and popular. And I want to travel to exotic locations. I want to do M.S. one day, M.E. the next and M.B.A. on the third day. I want to run away from everyone and never look back. I want to quit college and do something fun. I want to be an entrepreneur. I don't know what I want any more.
There are days when I wish I could clone myself and get the satisfaction of doing everything. Sometimes I wish I could just give up, get married and not have to worry about anything. Or as little worrying as I would do giving up my life's aims and
ambitions.
The worst part, no one is able to help. Or rather I don't listen and take their advice even though I ask.
I wish some divine spirit would intervene and show me what my future would be. Tell me how NOT to be so fickle minded and decide what I want once and for all.
I want so much from it. Maybe too much. I want to be rich and popular. And I want to travel to exotic locations. I want to do M.S. one day, M.E. the next and M.B.A. on the third day. I want to run away from everyone and never look back. I want to quit college and do something fun. I want to be an entrepreneur. I don't know what I want any more.
There are days when I wish I could clone myself and get the satisfaction of doing everything. Sometimes I wish I could just give up, get married and not have to worry about anything. Or as little worrying as I would do giving up my life's aims and
ambitions.
The worst part, no one is able to help. Or rather I don't listen and take their advice even though I ask.
I wish some divine spirit would intervene and show me what my future would be. Tell me how NOT to be so fickle minded and decide what I want once and for all.
February 16, 2012
Realizations!
We had placement training by some corporate guy. My first opinion was that this was a complete waste of time as I had NO intentions of going for placements next year. But after asking opinions from my other friends, I went there with an open mind rather than just attending it because it was compulsory. I think that was the first placement training session which made ANY sense. He asked us a question,"How many of you respect yourself?" Most of the class raised their hands.He then asked us to take a sheet of paper and write things which we feel we can't do. The first thing I wrote was that I felt I can't have fun or sleep in because I felt guilty of wasting time. He asked us to stop after two minutes. He asked how many of our sheets were blank. Only one guy in a class of 60 raised his hand. That sir then told us that its hard for others to respect us if we didn't respect ourselves and saying we can't so something means we aren't respecting ourselves. He then asked us to take another sheet of paper and write about how we will change can't into can. And that made me feel liberated. I felt it was okay to enjoy myself because a few years from now, I'll remember college grades as a passing memory, but I'll remember all the fun stuff I did forever. So taking that as incentive, I skipped college today and went for a photography workshop =) I was short listed by a famous photographer to attend the workshop, after he reviewed my pictures. So it was worth taking off. =D Here's to a new beginning of life. A one where I spend time the way I want to, enjoying each moment. =)
February 11, 2012
Memories =)
I know its been ages since I've blogged, but I think I realized its about time I get back to blogging. =D So here goes something inspired from a friend's blog.
Memories of College:
Being only other girl in a class FULL of guys.
Being accepted as one of them.
Broken umbrellas.
Beach visits.
Mash.
Bunking college.
Trying to climb walls.
Making friends.
Making more friends.
Losing friends.
Teasing people.
Cream center.
EA trips on bike.
Bike stopping in the MIDDLE of the road.
Photos.
Failed photowalks.
Crushes.
Failure.
Blogging.
Reading.
Writing.
Success.
Clearing papers.
Group studies <3 p="p">Obsession with google Docs.
Slutwalk =D
Xerox shop visits.
Commenting adicifying.
Late night conference calls. =D
Whatsapping.
Fruit shop.
Bessie beach.
Laughter.
Tears.
Birthdays.
Meeting Shloka =)
Infosys Campus connect.
Talking to friends' girlfriends ;)
TEDx =D
Meeting the famous Yuvi Panda. Being best friends with him.
A play about death =D
Walking in Nungambakkam roads trying to find which way will take us home.
Cafe Coffee Day.
New year's eves.
New years =)
Posing for pictures.
Coffee obsession.
Bucket lists.
Scary movies.
Sleepovers.
Crazy plans for life.
My Canon D500 <3 nbsp="nbsp" p="p">Thermal lab-I experiences.
Trying to be girly.
Meeting up with fifth grade classmates =D <3 nbsp="nbsp" p="p">Bowling.
The Fray.
Boys Like Girls. <3 nbsp="nbsp" p="p">Meeting "Wolverine" ;)
Mom's palak paneer.
Learning to cook.
Symposiums.
Being conscious.
Tuitions.
Planning strikes.
Imitating staff.
Principal room visits.
Volunteering for a good cause.
Having TRUE friends.
Crying my eyes out.
Iced tea obsession.
Eaagle View =D
Freezing to death.
Walking out from college.
Bus rides.
Inception.
Lost friendships.
Broken people.
Near deaths.
R.K.'s classes =D
Leaving class pretending we dont have databooks. =D
Acceptance.
McDs.
Walking jumping.
Getting wet in the rain.
Best 20th birthdays.
Cake pussifying =D
Hangbags.
Drawing graphs.
Redrawing graphs. :P
Bonda vai =D
Nandhini's terror =P
EDC lab fiascos.
Whatsapping friends' boyfriends =D
Android phones.
Dabba phones.
Being teased.
Ice cream love.
Bajjis love.
Phineas and Ferb <3 br="br" collection.="collection." earrings="earrings">Prentending to be okay.
Welding.
Wishing drunk friends.
Maroon 5.
Big Bang Theory =D
Crushing on Sheldon Cooper =D
Finally seeing Abdul Kalam.
Being happy =)
Loving myself.
Country music.
Placement training classes.
Stealing chocolates. =P
Sobering up drunk friends.
Two and half men.
Amethyst craze.
SOPs.
SuperNatural =D
Dean Winchester :*
Flipkart madness.
Belated birthday gifts =) (Thanks Panda =))
Criticisms.
Pure unadulterated hatred.
Being alone.
Philosophy.
'this too shall pass'.
Gopal =D
7aum Arivu =P
Harry Potter =D
Kalista =)
Losing bets =P
"Yen friendu polla yaaru maacha?" =P
Sparks Fly.
Growing up.
Chalk Fights =D
BAJA Software Workshop =D
Project work.
Spending too much time on Singapore MRT =P
Singapore trip <3 nbsp="nbsp" p="p">Club visit =P
Bribing Raman for Ammo =P
Perks of being a wallflower
"I feel infinite"
Memories of College:
Being only other girl in a class FULL of guys.
Being accepted as one of them.
Broken umbrellas.
Beach visits.
Mash.
Bunking college.
Trying to climb walls.
Making friends.
Making more friends.
Losing friends.
Teasing people.
Cream center.
EA trips on bike.
Bike stopping in the MIDDLE of the road.
Photos.
Failed photowalks.
Crushes.
Failure.
Blogging.
Reading.
Writing.
Success.
Clearing papers.
Group studies <3 p="p">Obsession with google Docs.
Slutwalk =D
Xerox shop visits.
Commenting adicifying.
Late night conference calls. =D
Whatsapping.
Fruit shop.
Bessie beach.
Laughter.
Tears.
Birthdays.
Meeting Shloka =)
Infosys Campus connect.
Talking to friends' girlfriends ;)
TEDx =D
Meeting the famous Yuvi Panda. Being best friends with him.
A play about death =D
Walking in Nungambakkam roads trying to find which way will take us home.
Cafe Coffee Day.
New year's eves.
New years =)
Posing for pictures.
Coffee obsession.
Bucket lists.
Scary movies.
Sleepovers.
Crazy plans for life.
My Canon D500 <3 nbsp="nbsp" p="p">Thermal lab-I experiences.
Trying to be girly.
Meeting up with fifth grade classmates =D <3 nbsp="nbsp" p="p">Bowling.
The Fray.
Boys Like Girls. <3 nbsp="nbsp" p="p">Meeting "Wolverine" ;)
Mom's palak paneer.
Learning to cook.
Symposiums.
Being conscious.
Tuitions.
Planning strikes.
Imitating staff.
Principal room visits.
Volunteering for a good cause.
Having TRUE friends.
Crying my eyes out.
Iced tea obsession.
Eaagle View =D
Freezing to death.
Walking out from college.
Bus rides.
Inception.
Lost friendships.
Broken people.
Near deaths.
R.K.'s classes =D
Leaving class pretending we dont have databooks. =D
Acceptance.
McDs.
Walking jumping.
Getting wet in the rain.
Best 20th birthdays.
Cake pussifying =D
Hangbags.
Drawing graphs.
Redrawing graphs. :P
Bonda vai =D
Nandhini's terror =P
EDC lab fiascos.
Whatsapping friends' boyfriends =D
Android phones.
Dabba phones.
Being teased.
Ice cream love.
Bajjis love.
Phineas and Ferb <3 br="br" collection.="collection." earrings="earrings">Prentending to be okay.
Welding.
Wishing drunk friends.
Maroon 5.
Big Bang Theory =D
Crushing on Sheldon Cooper =D
Finally seeing Abdul Kalam.
Being happy =)
Loving myself.
Country music.
Placement training classes.
Stealing chocolates. =P
Sobering up drunk friends.
Two and half men.
Amethyst craze.
SOPs.
SuperNatural =D
Dean Winchester :*
Flipkart madness.
Belated birthday gifts =) (Thanks Panda =))
Criticisms.
Pure unadulterated hatred.
Being alone.
Philosophy.
'this too shall pass'.
Gopal =D
7aum Arivu =P
Harry Potter =D
Kalista =)
Losing bets =P
"Yen friendu polla yaaru maacha?" =P
Sparks Fly.
Growing up.
Chalk Fights =D
BAJA Software Workshop =D
Project work.
Spending too much time on Singapore MRT =P
Singapore trip <3 nbsp="nbsp" p="p">Club visit =P
Bribing Raman for Ammo =P
Perks of being a wallflower
"I feel infinite"
April 30, 2011
You look at me and hold my gaze.
Make my heart skip a beat all the same.
And when you walk by, I am left feeling numb and speechless.
For there are no words to describe you.
Nor the infinite pain you cause.
You have an air of ease i can't ever attain.
I wish I was like you, in more than one way.
We weren't meant to be.
I pray to get used to it, though it keeps haunting me from time to time.
The things you said and how you made me feel.
I'll forget.
And only time will heal.
Make my heart skip a beat all the same.
And when you walk by, I am left feeling numb and speechless.
For there are no words to describe you.
Nor the infinite pain you cause.
You have an air of ease i can't ever attain.
I wish I was like you, in more than one way.
We weren't meant to be.
I pray to get used to it, though it keeps haunting me from time to time.
The things you said and how you made me feel.
I'll forget.
And only time will heal.
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