Hope from Another


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Its just when I lose hope
That I see words written
by people so deep
and gifted, in their thought.

It makes me happy,
it gives me the strength
to battle the hurdles
that life throws at us.

To know that you’re
not alone with thoughts
that haunt the very depths
and recesses of your soul.

To know that you can
speak to another assured
that they Understand
your predicament.

That’s comraderie of thw
Finest kind in this Life.
An honor to walk amidst
such people, has been
Bestowed upon me :)

Thank You Nitesh Mohanty , Neel Joshi, Zoyeb Batliwala, Prajakta Pande, Ihsan ( @iithinks)  for your words of inspiration and all the hope you give me. Baskets of Love !

Arrividerci!
love always,
Shreya

Delusion


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The bright lights don’t matter
the hustle and bustle fades away
Concerns of the world disappear
When I return to my haunt.

Darkness captures my interest
and memories drown me
in them, with their tendrils
clutching my imagination.

I open my laptop trying
to find something to
bring me back to Happiness
A movie. Or a story.

Something that holds
a piece of my interest.
To remind me of what
makes me happy.

And then I see them.
Those who Know
and their searching eyes
as they Think like I do.

Of things which may or
may not exist at all.
But dance before my
eyes nevertheless.

Unrest is all we know
it keeps hacking at us
whenever we lay our
head down, to rest.

Its like a blob of
oil paint as it mixes into
a bowl of clear water,
my conscience.

It spirals out from
a tiny drop, slowly
spreading its immiscible
self evenly over Mine.

And soon I cannot help
but look from below,
through the water which
is covered by coloured film.

Clear skies now have a tinge
and mundane scripts now
have a Presence in them
that glows like a hologram.

Im the fish at the bottom
of the bowl of water,
the panorama is clear
but the skies are imprinted.

This difference is unique to me
and some others who have
given up the frivolity of existence
and decided to dive within.

And I learn through it,
I reflect upon
For what, I know naught
I continue, nevertheless.

Life is a tight-rope walk
Balancing the reality
and this hightened
consciousness in me.

Delusion or boon
thats the mystery
I shall have to let Time
solve, for me; my sanity.

Arrividerci!
love always,
Shreya

Rhea


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We are absloute opposites
And this is no overstatement.
While she solves math aplenty
I write poems in her books.

While she prefers sleeping
I create a Hoolaballoo in
the house allowing her
not a wink of slumber.

While she listens to
conversations, silently.
I Am the Excessive Talker
Making her ears bleed.

She’s poise and reserved
with elegant gestures
While Im the hooligan who
just discovered sanity.

Though we hve different opinions
and live so far apart
not a person I love more
than that angel, back home.

Coz she knows my deepest
fears and craziest habits.
She’s seen me hyper
and dead at rockbottom.

And yet her love and respect
for me has never vained a bit.
And my heart grows fonder
of her, everyday.

God gives these lil sisters
to a chosen few barbarians
like myself, to love and protect
and learn from :)

To Rhea, my darling sister, without you, I’m but a drum without the beat! I love you mostest, you genius. Thank you for keeping me sane and listening to all my dreams and delusions every singleday

!

Arrividerci!
love always,
Shreya

Poems and Rants


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Yes, I write poetry,
and sometimes sleep off
to avoid awkward interaction
when my mood takes a plunge.

I write self-messages on paper
and stick them on my walls
so they remind me to smile
whenver I’ve stumbled.

Yes I dream to have inexhaustible
balance on my flipkart account
so I can buy Lang Leav and Ruskin Bond
without thinking twice.

And I have two mugs of coffee
On Sunday mornings not to
awaken myself but Just
because I love the taste.

I like staying up at night
thinking about things
that I may forget the
next morning, nonetheless.

I love colour fine-liners
And I hate the fact that
I need to buy the whole pack
even if one gets over.

I’ve noticed we run out
of money and even energy
but that barrage of tears
is ever-ready for use.

I think people should
not be judged when the
speak their mind out,
at least somene does.

Glow in the dark stickers
and rain splattering on my
window, headlights, nightsky
keep me from sleep.

Raw mango, squash and crushes,
Ice lollies, water fights
and children running around in
undies is Summer.

And freedom is love.
You cant restrain it.
You can’t instigate it
You can only feel it.

Arrividerci!
love always,
Shreya

Of Dreamers and Denken


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Its the wee hour
that neither belongs to Day
Nor the dreamy nights
but is sandwiched in-between.

This is the hour
when a barrage of thoughts
gets loosened into
this blue head of mine.

Denken, that’s thinking,
is the only thing I can do
Despite the knowledge that
overthinking ruins all.

Hours go by as I
sit cross-legged in my
armchair, lost deep in
my thoughts and dreams.

That is, until Dawn
knocks at my window
waking me up from
my once endless reverie.

No matter how deep
you get lost, in thought
Reality always finds
a way to get back to you.

So, my dear dreamer
fret not of getting lost.
Time will always
guide you back.

Arrividerci!
love always,
Shreya

Book Review : Maharaja in Denims – Khushwant Singh


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A true page-turner, this book takes you through the various stages of the protagonist, Hari Sandhu’s life as he discovers that he is not just a modern-ameer-shehzaada but the re-incarnation of the Sher-e-Punjab, Maharaja Ranjit Singh whose empire extended from Tibet to the deserts of Sindh and is spoken of with great grandeur and pride even today.

After seeing his elder brother die right before his eyes in ruinous car crash, Hari becomes an estranged personality showing disinterest in all the things he once pursued. With great care he is restored to his original swanky self where he enjoyed the upscale privileges of driving expensive SUV’s, dating the hottest girls and getting what he wants the way he wanted it. All this continues until, all of a sudden, flashes of a distant past start disrupting his Present. And as the story takes the reader deeper,  he begins to find answers that trace his behaviour and sudden outbursts to that of one of Punjab’s greatest rulers. Will this affect his real life? Will he find the true love of his life or will his fancy for harem girls and night-stands come in the way of his unrequited love? Will he stand up to the expectations of his family or prove to be an utter disappointment to them? These answers lie in his Self Discovery where he faces the harshest of truths, virtually transcending into different eras and feels being part of the riots, massacres and fiery battles that one broke the Golden Nation that India once was into several shattered pieces. He realises he was meant to be what he had once been.

And this Realisation awakens his inner spirit and unearths the reality of the current situation before his once indifferent eyes. A boy who found attending classes cumbersome is now dreaming to be an extremist politician to bring about the change he wishes to see. The Maharaja’s essence and passion seem to be flooding into him and getting outsourced into all the spheres of his life as he transforms and becomes sensitive to the reality. He is pulsating with an inborn energy waiting to thwart away those who tarnish his Nation. Personally, he evolves from being a nineteen-year old with lustful thoughts into a man who understands the meaning of love and protecting whom he values.

This book shows how embracing your past can actually strengthen the foundations of your present and lay the early plinth to your Future. There is no running away. Your demons have to be faced squarely in the eye. And pain and failure are but a part of an ongoing struggle that gives a meaning to your life, which is all about understanding your Calling and pursuing it with all your heart.

With interesting elements of surprises, beautiful outbursts of passionate love, heartbreaking scenarios that bring tears to your eyes to springs of hope that leave you in an afterglow of having travelled a rich literary journey embedded with jewels of the past, painted with scenes from far beyond our frontiers and tales of valiant fighters.

It takes a while for you to step out of the Heritage Caravan that this book takes you on with an interesting tale with baffling revelations. The characters, be it Hari’s striving father; shielding mother; altruistic Suzanne; his witty Prof. Deshbeer or the  buddy in Birmingham, Rocky Singh…have been sketched just pertinently to complement the depth of the story without distracting the reader into alleyways. Beautifully written with honesty, political eloquence and unpretentiousness in a way that the reader is hooked right from the beginning to the last page. You will be glad you made this trip as you can count on the ending to leave you surprised and gasping for more.

When troubles strike…


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I spent an hour googling all sorts of links until my friend showed me the easy way in seconds… I finally possess Pharrell Williams ft Daft Punk ft Stevie Wonder – Get Lucky Grammy 2014′s audio. And its on replay on my laptop with two other versions of the same song. Maybe I’m in love with the beats. Or I just love the guy with the hat and capris for his attitude and the Smile! I’m like that…if there is something I wan’t and if I know I can get it, I’ll go to any length to get it.

Well, last week was spectacular thanks to Rachana 2014 Parikrama being pulled off awesomely by our class. Its a farewell come fresher party for the junior-most and senior-most batches of the Department. And oh how beautiful we made the place look…and what Fun! Everything was complete…including the breath-taking lantern ceremony. Memories made :) Pure love flowed man!

And well the rest of the past weeks have been pretty stressful and um, awful for reasons of their own. And I’ve barely started fixing them. But I’m in the mood to shut away my troubles and escape reality with music and re-reading the Bartimaeus Triology by Jonathan Stroud along with Maharaja in Denims by Khushwanth Singh. ESCAPISM, you’ll all call out to me. Phasing out, I’ll reply.

I think I’m done dealing with shit I can’t fix. There are these little burnt bits and blotchy parts that I would more than love to express in gory detail to everyone but alas, privacy is a thing and I have to face the people who are actually part of my immediate circle who may (definitely will) get offended. Haha, can’t have that now, can we?

By now  Up All Night to Get Lucky in Daft Punk’s techno music has entered the cortex of my brain.

A Night out (that turned all sticky and stinky) with friends, sleeping like a troll, talking (worst), thinking (a shade darker than worst)…none of it helped, yet. Next lined up are RETAIL THERAPY (where in I spend on essentials like  my Architecture paraphernalia, fruits, household needs, etc); a run in my new Reebok tracks with my new playlist, painting my room, cleaning it and doing laundry are lined up next. All mood changers…affordable and productive. And doesn’t end up in seeing someone barf in a bucket right before you sleep.

Also, I experienced a lot of awesomeness midst all this jamboogaaza of confusion…I watched these really nice movies you must check out if you haven’t already. Everything is Illuminated, Midnight’s Children, BOOK THIEF, Letters to Juliet, We Bought a Zoo, The Royal Tenenbaums, The Reader, etc. Such movies change your perspective on a myriad of things. Like Yourself and what you expect of life.

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So I have come to a little conclusion concerning a few major issues. If people wan’t to leave you alone, you should let them. Don’t make a fool out of yourself hoping to make it upto everyone. Funny part is, that person’s the one who used to always tell me, You can’t always make everybody happy. Well, Boss, you were right. Good riddance :)

Secondly, try to fall in with Newton’s Law of Equal and Opposite reaction. Don’t give too much importance or overly care to a person who does not reciprocate at all (when he/she actually can). I know the mind has always got to fight this World War XYZ between letting go  and  holding on. I battle that everyday. And guess what, I choose to LIVE FREE. I’ll attract what comes my way instead of roping stuff forecefully inside. So, I’m letting go. If there is a fire, I’ll warm my hands and if there isn’t any, I’ll light my own hearth instead of hauling myself over the coals over small issues, instead.

The choice is always Yours. Choose freedom and happiness instead of going in circles and chasing pavements that lead nowhere.

I’ve decided to be Happy and screw whatever happens. My main aim is to live my life to the fullest and answer my Calling. Heck, you’re here for solely that.S top searching for love, its the most pitiable state yopu can enter. What has to come, will come in its own time. So relax,strike a pose and smile!

And its okay to cry if the shit hits the fan. It really is, it does not make you any weaker. You are human after all.

Oh and my Bestest Friend with all his super mojo love and happiness is coming to town this Thursaday and I couldn’t be more excited :D !

Always here for y’all :)

Arrividerci. By the way, you can email me for personal posts, sharing playlists or anything. Ciao :)