Thursday, June 05, 2014

The Last Goodbye. . .

Amidst such deep nostalgia, here I am, penning (actually typing) down the gravest of my thoughts, emotions, & memories in such latish hours of the night. But, as it is well admitted, the nights bring out the best in you when it comes to scripting down all of the day's thoughts, observations, retrospection, & the stricken chords of the heart. This time, when the night is at its darkest best, I find the most suitable to explore what otherwise remains encapsulated in the day's Hubble-bubble. The time when I'm able to discover a nascent but steady bond with the surroundings as well as my inner self. It brings me closer to what I actually am, permeating through the ambiguities & factitiousness of the life we're bound to dwell in.

So, what keeps me up so late tonight ? Is it a fractured heart or an agitated mood ? Well, none of that sort. Yes I do feel an ache in the heart. The ache that arises out of the kind of sorrow I thought would never fall in my kitty. Little did I know that parting ways with the people I barely bonded with all through the past 4 years will be this tormenting. Yes they were not best friends (apart from a few countable ones). Yes they weren't confidants. Yes they were merely a bunch of mates belonging to the same batch as mine. Still, this heart aches. It has rightly been experienced, although someone's presence doesn't affect much of yours, although their activities do not amuse you too much, BUT you still get accustomed to them. The accustoming is such that you develop a habitat nurturing the same people, surroundings, places & things, irrespective of your interaction with any of them. It is the absence that makes you to shake up in anxiety. The explanation to exactly what am experiencing at the moment. Wrapped up with my grads. today "officially". Last day at college, last practical examination, last bus ride to & fro college, and even the very last 'sight' of a few of my batchmates. But today, I'd rather call them 'buddies' instead of batchmates, 'coz that is what soothes me at the moment. An inexplicable affection is what fills my heart today. Maybe it is for those people I've grown up with throughout the past 4 years, maybe for the habitat (my college) that gave me a life changing experience in the past 4 years (which I also do hate in one corner of the heart), or maybe it is for those memories that complete me today & prepare me for what lies ahead. Whatever it is, the ache only grows.. *tears*

The Life that am finally detaching from is the one I owe a lot to, & at the same time (somewhere) 'do not' want to get rid of. It was a teacher, a preacher, a guide. Lessons unforgettable, memories unimaginable. That's what sums up my journey of PSIT, Kanpur. It all comes to an end today. It all falls apart today. It's an end to now welcome a new phase we all step in. The newness though scares me. Fills me with apprehension. Far away from 'my people', the challenge to set up a new domain & dwell in it is in itself a thought enough to skip a beat or two. But, as well-known, time & tide wait for none. So can't (and won't) I. But there is a challenge I have to face, a hardship to be diplomatically dealt with. I've somewhere sworn upon myself to reincarnate a new being in me, leaving behind the past follies, messes, & the people having actively participated in causing them, right here!

New goals, new priorities, a fresh new outlook.. that's what I take ahead from here. The past only brings memories, and am all set to further create new & most importantly 'better' ones. "The Last Goodbye" only adds on to blossoming a better version of me :)


"There are better things ahead than what we leave behind" -Anonymous.

#AdiosPSIT #LoveYouMyITFamily #CollegeLifeIsPrecious  <3

Monday, December 23, 2013

Conundrum. . .



One mistake ! And it can devastate you for life. However much you may try to walk past it, life makes you taste the forgotten flavour someway or the other yet again. People come, judge you, make mockery out of it, sympathize, some even empathize, but eventually you're let alone to deal with it.

Good judgment comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgment. The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experiences. 'Coz at the end, it's all a seasoning of the soul.

Amidst all this hullabaloo, there are certain obscurities bound to rise. You might, at times, question your own integrity. You might raise a brow at every single being associated to you. Confidence seems shattered. Friends & foes make no difference. A person around whom your world once circumscribed, suddenly seems to become too distant to match your radii. And to my realization, when Life gives you blues, you ought to turn stronger. It's all always connected. Believe it or not.

There are certain people, situations, relations prevalent that are never to be given up on. 'Coz when it was their turn, they never did :) So fight for what you deserve & preserve. Don't let circumstantial atrocities affect your happiness. For what seems an end to the eye, might just mean another beginning !

And as far as your preys are concerned.. May God evict the sinners to the hell they deserve !
~ The Ruffled Me. . :)

Friday, January 25, 2013

Just My Way. . .

I don't really know what exactly are the 'norms' for blogging. Coz I've never really felt the need to.. :)
According to me, blogging isn't scripting down heavy stuff that's necessarily got to appear impressive to all. Blogging, as I believe, is penning down (or uploading in case of 'online') whatever comes to the mind & we find worth pondering over. That's what I personally do.. and hence enjoy whatever li'l I can come-up with !! :)

Basically.. writing, blogging, and scripting down stuff in the best of diction isn't everyone's cup of tea (according to conventional mindset). It requires thorough knowledge, speculation, & deep retrospection (again.. convention). To which I disagree completely. 
Just a free will.. and you won't even come to know when 'deep' things lie written infront of you in your own handwriting (or typed content).. catching the fancy of many. And there.. birth of a 'writer', 'thinker', 'blogger' or whatsoever you sobriquet them as.. :)

As for now, enough 'preaching' of what's MY personal craft.. :P
Anyway, I would conclude with just an admittance of the fact that  diction IS my thing, & I don't love anything more than playing betwixted in it !! :)

~The End.. phewww !! :D

Monday, October 29, 2012

"A Full Moon Night". . .

"Full Moon Night". . . as delightful a sight! 
Tends to bring out the poet in you.
The ambiance that draws one closer to their 'romantically numb' self.


Seeking for relief from the sulking day-long hitch-hikes, a Full Moon Night often proves balmy.
I can walk miles & miles down the glaring moon-lit road, beneath the twinkling sky, strolling down the memory lane, analyzing what went SO wrong?! 


A silent tear is what my eyes behold, Nostalgia is what takes a toll.
I act to my heart's call, reminiscing & relishing whatever lovely happened to me by far. Then shines that cute li'l smile, expunging the momentary sadness that'd eventually crept in. Sunk in meditation, thanking life for the 'pitter-patters' that paved my way, to season me into a wise lass :)


There were moments so rare, Times unfair, Happiness unleashed, all packaged so as to complement one another. I henceforth thank the "Moon" from the core of my heart, to having let me steal moments from the usual hullabaloo, & get one-on-one with. . ."the true ME". .!!!

~The "Moony" Me. . . :)

Friday, September 14, 2012

"We Are A Family" !!!

A name so strange, 
A group so weird, 
A bunch so ''perfect". . .
Can you guess what am talkin' about?! Ahaan?! 
Okay..
Marking an end to your inquisitions. . . 
its 

"A A T I K R A M A N N" ... \m/

That "open stage", those "White Building Corridors" flooded with music most often, that cleanest li'l pool of the purest form of water ever (HEAVY pun intended :P ) in front of "Coffee Lounge" -which now RIPs... :(
Aahhh! What do I say ?! :)


Once Upon A Time, there existed a bunch of four people. Three 'super-talented' lads, & a 'gorgeously naive' lass ;) Together they were the rOcKsTaR tribe.  
Met in a spree, 
Performed with glee, 
Together they were.. the BEST one could ever be :)

3 dudes & a chick... commendable a troop! ;)
They played, they jammed, they had the best time of their lives with one another :)
The tunes of "Iktara" mesmerized the ambiance. "Yellow" took the mood over to an entirely elevated level.. P.S -they were all 'Cold-Played'.. ;)
The chords in "Sufi", barging straight into the heart.. <3
The extravagant drumming, The super-innovative guitars, The alluring vocals... summed up to a versatility so perfect! It was a 'family' we all adored. The family that had fights, The family that smiled, The family that held its nerves, accepting all that was offered :) 

Today, its over. Parted, Separated. But the memories... INTACT !!! :)
I wish I'd get some more time to cherish. I wish we someday 'get back' for good :)
I pray to live those moments yet again.. I wish to have my 'family' again!! :)

Together we were the 'rockstars' impeccable. And I was the 'darling' of them all (^_^)
They teased, they taunted, they miffed at, they flaunted. But altogether, music was ALL they wanted :) A bunch of 'crazily fanatic' chaps. I miss them all :(
Its a bond beyond compare!! <3


Love my buddies!
Mwahs :-*

Wish to have that ONE jamming again :)

P.S.
Abhinav Mishra, Sumit Singh Chauhan, Anant Vaibhav...
You're truly missed & remembered from the very core <3
Distance may exist between the destinations we belong to, but it surely does NOT persist between.. "us" :)
'coz my dear 3 Musketeers.. :P .."We Are A Family" :D


A gift to my 'handsome hunks'.. by their 'lady love'.. ;) :-*

~The 'Musically Nostalgic' Me. . . :)

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

When you call "bad" as "bad". . . YOU are eventually bad !

Is it wrong to stand by what's correct? 
Definitely NOT!!! 
Then why is it wrong to point out what's actually wrong? Why this paradox?!

Its true what people say, you actually get to know "who's who" in your "bad times" indeed. I raised my voice for what I found stupendously unethical today. The tolerance broke open. And I was bound to act harsh. But I didn't attack anybody lethal or 'innocent'. It was just against the ones actually at fault. What SO bad did I do to suddenly become the 'bad girl' of the class?!

Speak the truth.. and you're eventually "threatened" for your deed. All the 'once friendly' gestures take a 180 deg. flip to turn into "hate stares" & "sarcasm", and to worsen up.. "threats". People once claiming to be "friends forever" suddenly find the charm lost. Everything goes SO in contrast, that for a moment or two you start doubting if what you did was actually the right thing! You find just NO ONE in your vicinity, who backs you up. A day so odd at college today. Damn it!

All this takes me aback, 'coz believe it or not, am innocent at heart :)

Whatever it was, I'm glad I had the courage to stand up for what surely was ignominious,  offending, shameful, & something that SHOULDN'T be sheltered, or taken fun in! 
I don't really care as to which eyes see what in me, or who consider's me what. For me, the li'l step I showed forward was a sign of the 'righteous me'. The sinners MUST be punished, 'coz these deserve NO chances!

Stay true, Stay Blessed!!! :)

~The Equitable Me. . . :)

Monday, September 10, 2012

Ecstatically Numb. . .

Sometimes, reality is more 'angelic' than dreams. An example of which, is my life at the moment <3
I didn't have the slightest of an idea that 'captivity' can be this alluring! :)

4 months back. . . 
I just didn't know to what dumps I'd led myself into. Broken, Devastated & Damaged was I. Felt no less than a 'walking dead'. Left with no hopes for betterment. Bruised by life's dirty games. All in all, a mess!!!

Referring to my earlier acknowledgement, "I succumb to the way life answers the deepest of queries". And I was answered yet again! :)
The 'fix up' to all my damage.
The 'friend, philosopher & guide' to my dislocated being.
The 'rejuvenator' to my languid self.
The one I grately owe my 'rebirth' to.
My Inspiration.
The Man I adore. The one am 'glued with' ;)
I wish SOMEDAY.. yes SOME fine day in the long run, am able to imbibe just a very 'tinge' of you!
You held me tight amidst the toughest that blocked my way, zipping me up with the strength, courage, & wisdom to handle it.
That li'l stability I'd managed to inhibit... Aahhh! Unforgettably Priceless! I thank you tons for it!
My 'residue'.. :)

Today . . .
You made me realize what am actually here for. Filled my life with colours uncountable, happiness beyond compare. Gave a 'meaning' to what I actually am. Directed me towards what's best, what I deserve, & where I ought to be :) 
The smile (the one you go head over heels for) that you'd been coveting to witness since Idk how long! How easy was it for you to draw :)

Every damn thing with you seems vincible. Nothing bothers anymore. Nothing distresses anymore. 
What more could I yearn for?! :)

You're the priced possession am PROUD of. 
I aspire to be 'like you'.. P.S- barring the 'rigidity' (>_<) ... :P
The handsome hunk B-) ..  the geek without specs :P .. 'goofily mine' -pun intended for my 'bus-mates' :D
I fall short of words to thank you, for entering my life & turning it into 'paradise on earth'. You're a gift of life I behold. Never would I let you down -heartiest promise! :)

And now, to 'sum-it' up with.. 
You were, You are, You will be.. A Part Of Me.. for lives to come! <3
'Amen'

~Celebrating the 4th month of togetherness. . :)