Friday, December 29, 2006

Moving on

The light
has changed.

The agony
is nearly over.

It'll be morning
soon, hopefully.

I need to act
fast, very fast.

The night will
be over and lost.

But the dark treasures
should not be lost.

How do I carry
all that I learnt?

How do I pay for
all these invaluables?

How do I fly into
the morning, one-piece?

Will a part of darkness
linger into the morning...

...inside me??

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

News Headlines

  • A belated Merry Christmas to all, and a happy new year in advance. God Jul och Gott Nytt År.
  • I went on a cruise to Finland last week. It was the awesomest thing. I was HIGH without any alcohol at all and danced all night with despo guys and despo lesbian girls. I have a bunch of stories from that night. Too much to type!!
  • The greatest part about Christmas this year was not the little belated snow, but the fact that I ran into a bunch of Indians at a party and they loved my aloo-poori. [:P]So we had another follow up party yesterday...
  • A couple of exchange students lived nearby. somedays back one of them killed the other and fled. The body was found five days later because it stank. Now the other guy has been caught and it's discovered that they fought over another guy(!) and that let to murder! Murderous love...
  • I'm 20.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Theoretically speaking: Concentric circles

So, life goes on. The lows of the last post have largely, albeit temporarily, been abandoned by gritty conscious efforts from me. Cool, am I not! Borrowed some energy from the universe and deliberately met people for two days, eating, roaming, doing all kinds of masti possible in this dark yet beautifully lighted-up-in-the-festive-season city just to pinch away from the circle of woes. So even though life is more or less back to where it was, I'm trying not to feel gloomy about it and at least now it's working. One would be stupid to miss a beautiful life getting depressed over nothing. And besides, God has been listening to me a bit. It's finally freezing again here, and this morning I woke up to ice gleaming under the sun again. People who lost their minds a bit in the last few months finally regained their old sensible charm in the lazy December chill. And all my cooking experiments seem to be working miraculously well once again!
So, it's all down to the last exam tomorrow, and after that I'd be officially free...hopefully shopping, a cruise, a couple of parties and all that would fill my time till it's finally time to pack my bags again! Till then, I'm free to worry about WHAT to buy, and also cribbing about having to stop being a teenager in just about 10 days...eeks that sucks!

Ok, now that the crappy updates are done, I wish to write about one of my various theories today. Oh yes, I got many many theories about life and people, and how things work or don't. Most of them are observation based and empirical, and a lot of them make sense many a times. However this one is one of my favourites, and I write it because I want someone to read it (hopefully you will, it's not sugarcoated...)

Right, so here I go. I think/believe that each one of us is at the centre of a number of concentric circles of increasing radii, and all the people in our life -- and I mean every single person --are situated at one of these circles. The closer the person is to us, the nearer his/her circle which means less distance. The farther you go, the larger the radius, the larger the circumference and thus the larger the number of people who could be accomodated on the circle. This means that there could be only a certain number of people who could possibly be really close to you because there is only that much space, and the list of acquaintances is invariably the longest because it's so far away. Everyone has their own circles and circles for everybody intersect at various points but it's rather complicated to imagine so better use spheres for imagination purposes. Also, it's not necessary that the circle number we occupy on someone else's cluster is the same in the vice-versa scenario. Which explains a lot of pain that happens in this world, when we give someone more value than they give us.
The first few circles around everyone are empty, because they signify the innermost reaches of us that our defence mechanisms don't let anyone get to. This is what we call our private space that we value a lot. The number of these empty circles varies from person to person. If you feel lonely in life, it means there are more circles empty than you'd like or you need, and that is when you feel the need of someone to come a little closer and fill in the 'emptiness in your life'. Again, most of us have a limit, and if someone comes closer than that, we start getting uncomfortable and try and push her away a little radially outward.
Centrifugal forces are inversely proportional to distance, and hence the closer the person, the shorter the radius, and the harder it hurts. Similarly, the more this distance, the less it really matters.

So far I always find my theory making a lot of sense at many practical points. I, like many introverts (even though I'm more like an ex-introvert), lived/live within a shell that enclosed some of the innermost circles, and everyone else positions herself/himself at points on the circles beyond, so that no one could hurt me with a force more than I could handle though I had to cope with loneliness in return. Yeah, I knew/know like a thousand people, but that simply suggests that I have many circles in my cluster, and a lot of the people are on the far-off large circles. No co-relation at all with who I really was, or thought I was, what I really felt, and how alone or happy I was.
In the past year, I think I have grown tremendously. Most of all I opened up and came out of my shell, or at least, moved it inward a bit that allowed some people to come closer to me than ever before. Of course that makes me more vulnerable, which is the part I've always hated and still do. A few times, I've felt so vulnerable and weak I wished to rush back to the old shell and push everyone away who's come in. So far though, I've manged to hold on. I chose this for myself, perhaps experimentally. I have given myself the possibility of getting hurt a lot more than I ever could. And I've already had my share of unprecedented hurt a few times. But then, it's brought me more joy than ever before too. More of both joy and the sorrow that comes tagged along.
In short, more of life.


Tuesday, December 12, 2006

And there she goes again...

Once in a while this blog bears the brunt of raw emotion...not the kind camouflaged in nice-sounding words and/or fictionalised...but raw anger, frustration, love, pain...
Come to think of it, I don't even care. Sometimes I snap, and then I don't have the patience to disguise my self and my feelings. I don't know what's wrong with me, but if I stop lying for once, something is. My brain has been corrupted with an UnknownVirus from Swedeland. One thing's for sure...exchange programme is not meant for sensitive girls. I don't know what's become of me. I'm so unrecognisable to myself. I just don't have any spirit left. I'm tired of pushing myself on to do this and that and that and that...I'm tired of forcing myself to smile. There's just no driving force left. Smile for whom? Live for what? Lie more to yourself, but why? I've had enough thank you! Sure this is a wonderful place...it's beautiful, the atmosphere is very relaxed, there's plenty to experience blah blah. But..hello...it's been four months and so enough is enough. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder and my eyes are cataracted!

OK OK too much. I'm slightly frustrated hence the exaggerated reaction...It's been good this last four months. I've made sooooo many kinds of people from all over the world; I've learnt how to cook and how to survive independently; I've learnt how to be self-sufficient for everything including love and hate, including crying for and wiping tears; I've had time to slow down in my express-pace over-dramatic life and think, reflect, grow; I've come to know which are the people that really matter to me, who are worth caring for, and who all care for me or come to me just when they need help. It's done so many good things to me by giving me a wonderful perspective on living. But excess of anything is bad. I just think too much. And now I've just lost it. Life is a sine curve I know, and earlier I used to struggle out of the lows because I knew that life must go on and so a high must come after the low, but exceptions exist right...life is never so bad it can't get worse. And somebody shifted the X-axis of my sine curve up ward, so now even the highest highs are only at the "zero" level...I'm extremely alone, so much that days pass without me speaking a word to another human being. And I'm tired of making that super-extra effort I managed initially to reach out to people. Sure I know a lot of souls around, but I don't really 'know' anyone. Can't really talk to anyone. And the guy who came with me from IIT... :D :D :P...the last I saw him was Nov 6, and he stays on the same floor as me! But damn him, he;s too untolerable for me...

So what is it that's left now. Simply this: it's down to the last two weeks now, nearly. So I should be happy about it and quickly wrap up all I wish to do here before bidding adieu. But instead of lightening up, things have become gloomy. I've finally lost patience with myself, so now I feel resigned to depression. This time, I just don't have the enthusiasm the energy to fight out of it. Which is why I'm writing this post too. To get it back somehow. I'm proud of how fighter I can be! But it's just that I can't live without the enthusiasm the energy, and I hate to die in defeat like this too. To make things worse, the semester is over in IIT, which means almost all of my friends who would earlier chat with me once in a while are either home, or resting, or celebrating their jobs, or sulking, or simply forgotten. To make it worse, my best friend who's the only person who's been talking to me all this while come what may, thinks that he's missing me a lot so he shouldn't talk to me till I come so that out of sight is out of mind. It works for him, and I understand perfectly. I'm dying to meet him once I get back, but what till then....

The last post veryone said that the 1% is what is really me...the bad unsensible stupid loathable thing is really me..the 99% is false..and you are right guys...I'm that loathable thing. I got to accept now. Just who am I kidding. The only problem is, now, how do I survive?

If I were you, which means reading this and not writing it, I would say "Don't think so much". and it makes so much sense that DON'T say it. If anything, tell me how?

Monday, December 11, 2006

The 1% I Hate

99% is sensible; the rest doesnt listen to the mind
99% looks forward to the future; the rest stares behind
99% wants to smile come what may; the rest is keen to cry
99% is bent at fighting it out through; the rest doesnt even try
99% sees reason, knows patience; the rest doesn't want to understand
99% forgives forgets moves on; the rest is stuck in Neverland.
99% manages to accept find peace; the rest still wants to question fate
99% wins 99% of times; the remaining 1% is what I hate.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Omens

Do you believe in omens?
Signs, symbols, signals?
I don't know why,
but I think I do.

Sometimes, I think, the future
sinks into us in the present
One or more moments before
the moment that is to come.


Like driving down a deserted alley
on a dark night without lights
Just before you turn the corner
you know you'd crash into something.


Yet you do nothing of course
And wait for the crash to happen
Even if you did, it wouldn't have mattered
Some things are definitely inevitable.


And that is life to me
Full of magical 'coincidences' that felt just right
Full of omens that made me believe
It's all gonna fit in perfect.


And just as well, life is
about sinister intuitions and vague hints
Now, honey, I'm gonna turn the tide.
Now, next, is the corner where you'd crash.


Yet again, I know. Yet, again, I shall wait.
And do nothing, of course.
Life's set for an inevitable crash
Says thus the omens.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

This is my life!


...alongwith many many other unphotographed people and moments.