A Crafted Wizardry

 I don’t remember how the sparks flew, 
 Was it your smile or your eyes set in golden hue? 
 I don’t remember why my world sparkles brightful new, 
 But oh Honey! I must have been my luckiest best
 The day I first met you!


 It is so hard not to romanticize romance, 
 To miss to epitomise the magic of our first dance! 
 For true love feels such a crafted wizardry,
 And our little stories spin fairytale legendary! 


 I feel like my life were touched by Gods,
 How else could my heart rhyme the perfect chords! 
 I cry shame to fools who wrath true love
 And pity the souls chained from the Vow
 For your love makes my soul so blissed,
 Afloat the clouds since the day we kissed!

The Post Midsem Effect

It is extremely liberating to write to you Mr. Reader. Yes, I have missed you too.

Today’s post is an abstract article probably courtesy the tranquil silence just after midsems and the many open ended philosophical questions which subsequently crowd my mind. To start with I have never liked Darwin’s evolution hypothesis. And here’s why- if gradual evolution were to be indeed true then why do amoebas still exist? Why did only a subset of monkeys in Africa evolve to ape man, why did the rest of them retain their primordial physique? Does this also mean that right now a subset of humans are also evolving faster than the junk mass and someday evolve to a superman specie alone? If Darwin’s theory is not wrong then it is atleast incomplete. What happened to the Homo Errectus, did all of them collectively metamorphose into homo sapiens (and then collectively again from homo sapiens to homo sapiens sapiens) or did their residual primordial subset all go extinct? (which is again strange as residual primordials from amoebas to monkeys have still managed to survive!)

Darwin’s Theory has another fascinatingly brutal hypothesis- survival of fittest. This makes you wonder agape at the marvellous Nature and basically give the motivation for all the fan lore of Animal Planet. From camouflage to cactus thorns, from polar bears to caterpillars, nature seems to be a breathtaking masterpiece of the Great Master. But then I wonder why if the chameleon is indeed so brilliant as to adapt its genius camouflage why then is it so dumb? Why do we have hierarchy in intelligence of species? Isn’t the humble amoeba too an incredible genius to exist in the shape that it does? Doesn’t it have the perfect combination of organic molecules to perfectly execute all its biological processes? But now I ask- who gave it its molecules? Surely if it had to assemble them on its own, it would have been 5 times more brilliant than Einstein!

This points out to only a single explanation- the existence of God! The existence of a superconciousness and a separate existence of low level or a dormant consciousness. The hierarchy of intelligence in species could in reality be the hierarchy of the dormancy of the superconciousness.

But do you realize what is happening in the world now, the rat race of men, well it is the surviaval of fittest contest. But hold your breath- it is being fought at the level of the ordinary consciousness. We are actively (dormant-consciously) involved in this race. This is suddenly so worrisome for all the previous races were fought at the level of superconciousness- the biological changes and adaptations- the cactus did not have to really really rack its brains and spend sleepless nights to solve its problems- the thorns just happened, just happened that’s right, the cactus fought its race at the level of the superconciousness. The competition among the humans is much more inhuman for here we do have to spend restless nights hunting in search of the newer adaptations.

Aah now, all that I basically wanted to say is that the rat race is unfair. Even more importantly that I feel midsems are unfair and that I can go to any lengths to prove that point! Well, did I?- please leave a comment if I managed to convince you and also if I didn’t and you would like to correct me somewhere.

A Lonely Ode

Weeping stainless blood
All her lonely nights;
The Princess she awaits
The return of her Knight.

Her handsome Knight,
Very brave indeed;
Must fight his battles
On noble steed,
To master they say
The distant highlands,
On return to be
Crowned their King.

Their glorious love
From memories sweet,
Now haunts her down
Every lane and street.

Hand in hand,
In Castle Towns
They had walked around
In fancy gowns.
And roses aglow
May grow a hundred,
But never so dear
As her gifted red.

She prays to the moon,
She prays her stars,
She prays to see
The return of her Czar!
She curses the evil
Lord of the Time,
Who seems to walk
Snail slow his rhyme.
Her world has frozen,
Her little heart pains,
When memories haunt
On Castle Town lanes.

Teary pearls
Blur her sight;
The Princess she awaits,
The return of her Knight.

Happy Birthday Papa!

I wonder what words
Could I ever phrase
To thank you Papa
In all glory and praise
The countless blessings you have created for me,
Working all your nights all days.

You have carried me on your shoulder
When I was too small to see
And you watched as I giggled
When you bounced me up your knee.

You have held me close
And wiped my tears
You have taught me
How to battle my fears

My life, I owe you all
And a million thanks
Would still be small

In my little heart
Papa, you are the face of God;
The bravest, the strongest,
Who can surpass all odds.

Now the more I sit
With a quill in my hand
Forging words
To glory you grand;
The words have slowed low their pace
For tears of love
To roll down my face
Now here I stop and rest my quill
All clueless and as confused still,
How to thank and wish you today,
Many a many happy returns of the day!

Fanatic Feminism

Back I am! Greetings Mr.Reader. My little monologue has been long overdue now but today is your lucky day and your evasive friend is back. Yes, she has missed you too.

And what do I want to tell you today? Something girly its got to be now, eh? Ofcourse! Well its not about a fuss on any of an isolated girly topics, this blog is about the whole package; this blog is about the girly life of a girl. It is about that imperishable tender outlook of the world, the uninterrupted pride of beauty, the enduring warmth and the eternal love. It is the fuss about the fuss, the pinky gloss, the tinkering bangles, the fashionista satins, the flowing curls, oh I can go on for ever. It is about that privilege to watch your boyfriend hold your hand and go on his knees. But there is much more to the fable than what meets the eye. I am in no mood to write about the ugly dark fears and blatantly derogatory crime saga, I will restrict it to the joys and sorrows of girls in the normal bandwidth of the social structure.

The pro-feminist revolution took the world by the storm and happened so fast, like a blink of the eye. It is hardly a three generation old phenomenon, atleast in India. No questions it is damn too good, damn too euphoratic yet assurably here to stay. But there was an unseen backlash, the making of an alpha-woman. All of a sudden new species took birth- the chopped hair tomboy, the funky lady guitarist, the working mom, the corporate wife and a specie highly prototyped out of ages and ages of evolution, the lovely homemaker-riped.

I don’t know how other girls fare, but sometimes the Modern Age takes a heavy toll on me. To start with, when you are a girl in IIT, the entire society looks up in awe to you. When I check up at the airport, and show my I-card, its always such a wild pleasure to watch the reaction of the security gaurds. When even your uncle’s neighbour’s cousin’s friend gloats you with admiration, you just get the kick of your life! But its not for free, the shity world demands much too larger! I know it expects me to be that top brass professional drawing fat plump salaries some day, and ofcourse get married and ofcourse cook food, and ofcourse breed children and ofcourse look great and ofcourse all at the same time! There is no escape, no trap door out of anything. You know what, I don’t want it that way. I mugged all my life, because I have loved mugging. I never really gave JEE, because I wanted to live in IIT. Believe it or not, it was only because I loved the thrills of that brain storming exam. And I am really not staying in IIT because it is the gatway to work my ass off in a stud office. Its only because I am loving every moment of the present, every joy, every aspect of the lifestyle.

I don’t want to be the career woman bossing my man, and its rather too obscene to think of being the alpha woman providing the better bread than my man. How will you react if I say I don’t even want to be his friend, but let him be my master? No thats suddenly so blasphemous these days. I cant help it, the rudimentary homemaker evolutionary genes are just too stubborn to be stomped out from me. I know I must be somewhere at the extreme end of the spectrum and most girls have better adapted to the new age dynamics than me. But thats the irony of feminists- they so badly want the rise of the fairer sex, but shouldn’t their work end when girls equal boys? Why the sarcastic torture and fear of Gently Falls the Bakula? Why the insatiable race to dominate?

Aadha hai chandrama

After a long long time, welcome back folks!!!! As you can expect you have missed many a pages from my dairy dearest, writing as I am after half a semester of IIT!! I have had my midsem and quizzes, (and associated joys and traumas). I have had my share of secy giri, debate practices, and my first national debate tournament at Bangalore. I have had my treats with girlfriends and boyfriends (:D) , my roomie’s bday and okk lets give it a break... I have had 7776000 eventful seconds since I last wrote to you ( 3 months folks!)

But last night junta, I had my sudden inspiration to talk to you. Last night , although nothing apparently incredible or magnanimous about it, I saw the moon. Half moon, it hung right there at my window , with its ambient dreamy clouds and sparkling diamond stars, cool breeze , and velvety darkness, and the mystic silence and peace of the night! The sight was too enchanting for me to share alone! I had to write and spread the spell on to you :)

Wondering why this exaggeration? Simple, it is exactly these fairyland moments and dreams of mine that this blog is going to be about!!.. I am going to tell you my deepest emotions, my darkest fears and the strong almost magical place of them in my heart. I am going to tell you how the Alice in Wonderland ruled my dreamland, how Miss Granger bugged me to books (and IIT itself), and how Aesop’s Fables and Panchtantra inked down my ethics with a permanent marker .

Now, as we all know the most fabulous thing that can happen to any one is the chance to be a girl!! a 7 year old girl; with fairy tales to read , barbies to play, cartoons to watch and mummy dearest to complete the day with a fairtale lullaby!! Naturally then you can digest this consequence: I aimed of being an astronomer!!! Right since the unfortunate Kalpana Chawala mishap triggering strong impacts and hype on my little heart, astronomy fascinated me beyond words. I dreamt of landing up on Pluto , hehe, and had this grand plan of a break journey with halts on every planet and their moons!! :D.. I used to talk with the moon, ah yesss and this is where this blog began...coz it was this regular habit of mine to talk to the moon in those days that made the simple moonlight to flashback my past...The moon, it always hung up ever so same way , right at my window. He was ever so patient, ever so calm, ever so bright and yes, ever so magical. It was before the time I started with my dairy, every night just before sleeping I used to gaze up and recount all my day to him , and every day the same promise, “don’t cry dear, I will sure kiss you some fine day”(remember astronomer :) )

Childhood, thy name is innocence :)

Ahhh...and then the time flew, just like the way it always does. The real world played its catch ups, life painted its myriad hues; destiny’s prejudices replaced the fiery dragons, the cut throat rat race replaced the king’s battles, pens replaced the swords, hostels replaced the castles , IIT replaced Hogwarts. The real world played its catch up folks, until one day the moon knocked the window unattended, until one day Simba was outcasted from my heartland, until one day Andy threw away his Woody...

The real world played its catch ups junta; like every one of us here life bestowed on me my share of joys and sorrows, my claim at fame, my claim of shame; with its constant downpour of lessons to teach , Life has poked the Sleeping Beauty awake. The child has realized no Santa Claus would ride down to her this Christmas...
Sigh! Am I being a pessimist? Well that depends on your interpretation of “real world”. Is real world always grim??...
Mr.Right replaced Prince Charming ,but you know, he is loads better than the fairylander!!! :D

ratatouille

Welcome back folks!I hope all’s well in your life...Well although I really don’t much care of your wellbeing, but I definitely want the heavens to keep you alive enough to visit my blog and increase the visitor tally!..lolzz...so here you go now,,,sit back and enjoy the new blog of your wellwisher :D
I hope you like it :)

This blog we head straight into my kitchen and catch some live action there...Well tell you what mom had to wait all 18 years of my life to apparate her daughter into the kitchen..
But first sem after I returned home wid a CC in phy lab, mom struck gold,,,” Really,its your clumsiness that played foul” mom said “But no worries, if you learn cooking honey, I am so sure you will get over that! Come on if you learn frying in hot oil, and making rotis and timing one action with the other, then why not your practicals will get easier by tons!!”

And thus began my cooking saga...From burnt aata(aka rotis) and suspicious looking brown potion in the name of tea I have recently progressed into baking cakes and brewing hot tomato soup! Blink _blink :D
Initial kitchen trips compromised mostly of observation sessions..all day long I just had to see mom doing it all, and see and see and well actually I was even expected to learn I guess ...dunno :D..but the blissful little lukkha stage ended soon giving way to the doing stage...and what marvellous doing i did!!!...rotis as i said earlier were nothing but black holes here and there ..I tried dosa making too but the frying pan loved my dosas so much that the pan refused parting away with it and so when i tried to lift the dosa out for serving I had to scrap it out of the pan and finally it got served as a bhurji !!!!..
but then dad’s birthday was approaching...and I wanted to make it really special for him...It was then that I took it in my heart to bake a cake, cook a nice special dish and stuffs...For the first time I really wanted my food to taste tasty,,,and the miracle occurred (or so I have made my family swear by)..
Suddenly, the rotis curved circular, they even fluffed ball like at times! My tea started getting served even to the guests( poor victims !)....great!..
Just before the D day, I decided to bake a practice cake first!!...I pored over cooking books and phoned my cousins noting down points and recipies...God I really wanted it taste tasty!!...Zeroing on the easiest procedure perfect for a beginner I did my first cake!!...but poor me...I over baked the cake turning it into a Hagrid styled rock cake!!
But yes, just like Hagrid even I insisted every one on trying my delicacy!!(I know you sympathise my family so much by now!)...

On the D day I again redid my experiment!..this time I did perfect ovens and voila!!!....The cake was ready!!!...
Fluffy and soft and yummy!!!!...It was such an amazing feeling :D :D :D My cake, my cooking!! Machaxx :D :D

......... Hmm...i have tried so many things after that, soup and Manchurian et al....and may be mom was right..guess what this sem I got 9 in chem lab!!... :D :D :D...wowie....and now.. its mom’s bday on cards...25th this month!!!.... wanna come home for dinner mr.reader????? :D