A Bag of Thoughts

The night was young. Waves crashing against each other filled the shy night with a sense of roaring welcome. It was as if the waves were battling to get the shore. The sun had just left, leaving behind a faint trail of warm pleasure. Stars were slowing becoming visible, readying themselves for the night's shift, bring along twinkling bells to make everyone conscious of their sacrifices. The breeze gently urged the cold white sand to a nebulous tomorrow, assuring them that they'll see the circle of solace soon enough. As if on cue, a round curved figures, the shimmering moon took her place in the crowded sky instantly becoming the talk of the night. She glowed, bright as she was, unafraid of causing affront go ridicule at her sinister beauty. She sashayed past the hollering stars through the amused sky to spread her oblique arms toward the anticipating world beneath. Every window sighed with relief and every dark alcove lit up with gratitude. Every dust particle was a slive...

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN- This one of the very cynical blogs I've written so far, nonetheless it's just a story. Not true. I'm as happy as I can get. This is the opposite of my life. SO yeah. CHILL. 'Creep.' 'Go away.' 'You suck, man.' 'Go die.' 'Pfft. No one cares about your opinion.' 'Huh. What a loner.' Pretty depressing for a beginning, eh? Well, it was for me as well, since it all happened when I was still getting started. I was still on level one, still a fledgling. I was fervent and optimistic. Opposite of what is left of me, now. If you ever showed the person I am now to the person I used to be, I would probably pity myself and scoff at you for suggesting that I could ever be like that. But I would realize that the rigors were too imminent for me to continue goring them any longer. Too bad I would be too late in doing so. I would give all of me to the vindictive society. I would run head on into the punch lik...

The one thing I know about the man race expressly is the fact that we're all fake. Fake, no matter what the repertoire. We're shameless hypocrites- every one of us. What amuses me is that despite this, we all manage to go about it as well as see this quality as a fault in others. Sometimes, this fake identity is the only one visible and causes the pain. I dream of a world where there won't be any of these desperate forays at being what we call 'cool'. Acting tough, dressing up, acting in a certain manner in order to attract attention, remembering someone only when they're useful or you're in pain, celebrating dumb victories of Gods we don't even have real proof for, acting responsible, changing who you are for someone else's convenience. There's a list that lasts an eternity.  We, humans, should be declared as the dumbest species to exist. We say good-bye  when we actually want to see them again. We cause ourselves pain thinking it is se...

Going back to school is always a bother; something that everyone does with much reluctance. You would almost expect me to say that returning to Sahyadri isn't anything like that and that it's all tears of happiness and sleepless nights because you can't wait to return. But no. Returning to Sahyadri is the bane of my life. Even morning of the first week, I wake up wishing I was home. But as the day progresses, I am able to resist the urge to think of home and sulk on the basis of it. The first week at any school, in my opinion, is the average settling time and therefore, it sucks (forgive the Sahyardrian language). It doesn't help that at the end of the week, we call our parents- that just makes me homesick all over again and the story goes back to square one, especially after hanging up. It feels like yesterday that I went home for Diwali vacations and the next second, I'm back already.  One of the reasons living in Sahyadri can be frustrating is because i...

‘I really do hate feelings.’ Well, I never thought I would say something like that but I just  realised  that it was true for me as well. The following explains why you should hate them, too. One of my only friends is a big-time pessimist, thus staying near her for long drives me- anyone, for  that matter-  nuts.  When the first semester was about to end at Sahyadri, she says to me, ‘Dude, I seriously hate feelings. They’re so annoying. I mean, what’s so great about the term ending or beginning? I hate these end-of-term vibes everyone’s giving off.’ At that time, I gave her an incredulous look. Seriously, who didn’t like going back home? And feelings? Aren’t they exactly what make us human? What’s the point in living without them? We might as well be computers without them. But now, when the Diwali vacations have come to an end and I must leave home and internet for Sahyadri, I don’t think I’ve hated anything as much as feelings. I ...

WHAT DO YOU LIKE THE BEST AT SAHYADRI? Yesterday, while conversing with my mother she asked me this question out of the blue. I was at a loss of words. I usually don’t like talking in the way I write because it makes me embarrassed for some reason, so all I could say was, ‘I don’t know.’- one of the phrases I use the most when it comes to Sahyadri. But thanks to my mother’s question, instead of sleeping I was trying to figure out the answer to the question.. And before I start with the answer I came up with, let me tell you the ‘what’ is not singular but plural, so ready yourself. A) The fact that I can be with friends all the time, it’s quite amusing. I mean, when you stay with certain people for long they become a kind of family, too, so we start caring for each other in a way that isn’t possible in a day school. There’s this bond that is pretty strong. In short, you can chat a lot so when teachers ask you to be quiet in Sahyadri we try harder to do that. B) The fact ...