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On remembering that I write
Oh boy, what a ride it’s been. Back here after 5 years and 2 months. Reading through my old posts, my old work, and basically relearning about myself has been quite the rollercoaster, but I’m glad to be on it. I’m on a lookout. A lookout for the good values, the strong motivation I had,…
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On forgetting that I write
Hello keyboard. Once upon a time I used to use the keyboard to translate the tiny packets of information in my brain to virtually written words in the word document. Somehow that faded. I started writing lesser and lesser. And lesser. And yet lesser—to the stage where I felt lazy to write anything at all.…
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Old and new
I’ve been in Guwahati since the last two days, after spending a bit more than a couple of months in the scariest hostel I’ve ever heard of. Two days back when I arrived at home, I went around like a curious ferret, hopped around like a bunny in a hurry, looked at all the comfort…
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No, not, no way in hell, never lonely
So, it’s been over a month that I have been staying in this hostel. It’s not that bad. Not that good either. One of my roommates is playing songs on her laptop and getting ready to go out. Today is Sunday, people go out. This is why I love Sundays, I get to stay alone.…
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2 am thoughts
It’s 2 am. I’m awake. I’m staring at the street light. It feels like what my life was like a couple of months back, when I used to surf the net for several articles, watch movies, write. The time of the day which allowed me to be honest and at peace. I miss my computer…
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An evening
The sky is beautiful today. I just talked with my mother and I video called her. I told her all about my day and smiled and laughed a lot. I’m sitting on the covered terrace of my hostel, alone. There are many interesting things going on on the other terraces. On one, there are a…
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Hostel
Now, dear reader, I need you to stir your imagination a wee bit while reading the sentences I write here. Say, I’m in my hostel room (with 9 others, so technically it’s a dorm) at this moment. So, it’s 20th July evening, around 5.50 pm. And I’m in the hostel. I’m looking through my stuff…
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An hour.
When we think of an hour, we wonder how long that would feel. A few minutes? Many hours? Right now, I am sitting with my grandparents who are advising me for the nth time about colleges. Yep, many, many hours. A few days back when I was in Durgapur, the night before the day I…
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Sigh
It’s been over a month and a half since I’m out of school, and it’ll be around a month and a half before I step into college. Now I’m sitting here typing letters and words. After some time I’ll drink a glass of water. We have a WhatsApp group where a few of my friends,…
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When life gives you Internet
I heard something today and the first thing I thought of was My friend A got access to the one of the best things in life today- unlimited data to be spent while surfing on the Net. Earlier he had access too, but the speed was low, data limited, and his faith in it nil.…
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Bitching about the weather and stuff
I am wiping away the drops of water from my face, because it is raining cats and dogs and rabbits in Guwahati. I am sitting facing an open window. The house we have rented does not have a terrace because the roof is sloping— the typical Assam type house. But the ceiling is flat and…
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Transit
We’re moving from Durgapur to Guwahati to live with my dad in Guwahati. Right now I’m sitting in the balcony in Durgapur. A soft breeze is blowing. But the breeze is hot. I can see the men carrying our stuff into the truck and placing them one upon the other. It’s now 11.45 am. In…
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On mistakes
These last few months, I’ve been very confused about which subject I should choose to study about after school. I’ve settled for Economics. But will I like Economics? I have no idea. But I do know that Economics is a very interesting subject, as I have heard from several who did study economics. I really…
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Nothing
I have been looking outside the window at the flowers, the sky, the clouds, the birds, the ants to find some inspiration to study Physics. Nothing. Just nothing. I’m feeling so hollow that I’m wondering what everything is actually about. Summer is here. Spring was here for a day. One short day. That’s it. I…
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What’s up?
So, what’s up?! It’s been so long since I wrote anything on this blog. What’s up with me? Nothing much. Nothing much save the fact that anxiety has been riding me as if I were a horse. I’m not a horse. Do you know what happened? I took a decision. It’s nothing big or catastrophic.…
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Entry 8: Becoming an optimist.
It suddenly struck me that I’ve turned into a pessimist and that’s when I wanted to shut my head in the oven. This is not good, I thought to myself. Being a pessimist amounts to nothing but the inability to move forward in life. Metaphorically, It makes you lame. I realised I needed to change…
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A letter to hsms.
I go to a school named something which is abbreviated into HSMS. I have yet a few months left of going to this school. Yet. But it’s not that this school is some sort of a completely unbearable place; but missing a chance to poke fun at this school is as sad as switching the…
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Entry 7: Because I’m happy
I’ve never been so peaceful and so at ease. My exam did not go as good as I’d expected, no one treated me like I’m an important person, neither did I win any prize. Oh, and I’m completely confused about what I should study first. But, then why am I so happy and peaceful? Because…
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Entry 6: Let’s talk about summer
It’s around 41 degrees outside. I am melting. I mean sweating. The roads, they are melting. This is the picture of a road in the country capital. 47 degrees effect. Geez. And to make matters worse, there’s no power supply for around 10 hours every day (kind of every alternate day). Right now, I am…
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Away.
Confessions, they’re craven and flashing their frail smiles they ride on my heart, wondering what to do but they come clean— they can’t do anything to make you stay. Now that you’re going away I realise this room is empty, yet filled with doubt that makes no sense filled with silent sorrow that makes no sense…
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Entry 5: On summer and school
A month and a half ago I was wondering when summer would arrive. Well, yes, we all expect spring to spring forth before summer does. Winter did go away soon after that, but it was not followed by the lovely spring. Winter invited summer to occupy its chair. I went to the city a week…
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Dreamer
And there she was, walking along and her mind hummed a happy song. Wondering what to talk about, and after a pause: she realised she was unaware of where she was. Confused and dazed; and groping for words she finally said, “listen to those charming birds!” Oh, you should’ve seen her smile! As she was…
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Entry 4: Thankful for
Today I needed to use a computer application, but I didn’t know why (I never know why), it wasn’t working. But then my friend came to my rescue and taught me how to deal with the problem. I am thankful for my friends who know so much about software. Happy Thanksgiving to you, my dear readers.…
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An imaginary conversation with Shakespeare
Here you will find my English Assignment from last year (class 10), which asked us to ask Shakespeare several questions on his play As You Like It, as if it were released just a few days ago. Somehow I went centuries back in time (through my imagination, in case you were wondering), to hold a…
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Entry 3: What to think of?
And again, after days and weeks, I decided to write something. I have been busy lately (not really), because I had a lot on my plate like eating, watching TV, sleeping, wasting time—amongst other things. And I studied too, I think. All these days my mind was bubbling with ideas which were requesting me and…
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Entry 2: Two tough weeks.
These two weeks were really difficult. I want to use another word, much more appropriate, to describe the past two weeks, but can’t think of any since I am exhausted. We had a huge confusion regarding the bus routes and time tables. As a result, we found ourselves rushing to and fro between several bus…
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These two years: Entry 1.
I remember now that a few days ago I was wondering how I would write articles while meeting all the new challenges in this new school—beginning of a new stage of life. These two years I’m expected to study intensely, I hope I’ll be able to meet their expectations (God, I know You will help…
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Facebook?
I re-activated my Facebook account out of the blue. I am not sure about what people have got to do with this fact, but it turns out they are turning somewhat angry. After knowing that I had deactivated my account twice in the past, they put on an expression that leads me to believe that…
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A will that is strong
Where there is a will there is a way, right? Now, if we consider this idiom seriously, we shall realise that having a will is a difficult thing after all. Allow me to explain. Yesterday I promised my mother I would try to I would certainly wake up early in the morning the next day,…
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Honest, are you?
Well, honesty is the best policy. Says who? Some people say so, while others don’t. It depends. But today, we’ll speak about honesty. One very big deed of honesty performed by me was on the day of distribution of test papers. The teacher had assigned me five marks more than what I deserved. I went to…
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Hairstyles?
I have watched the movie named Tangled. Rapunzel has such long and glittering hair. She can try out so many hairstyles. I once wished to have bangs. Then I turned that idea down realising that my hair would again grow long enough and get into my eyes, which, as we all know, is the hell…
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Help.
The only thing to fear is fear itself. -Franklin D. Roosevelt. I have phobophobia. I am afraid of having any phobia. Let alone any phobia, I am afraid of messing things up, which I do quite often. I am afraid of the future, which may or may not hold good or bad things for me.…
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Good ol’ dustbin.
My childhood habit will not go away. I loved cutting bits of paper, and my mother loved reminding me to throws the bits into the dustbin. Well, we haven’t changed. Yesterday, I became a paper-cutting-and-making-a-mess artist. I collected the bits of paper, left for the dustbin, and my foot pressed the paddle well I don’t…
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Last day madness
Tomorrow is the last school day in St. Michael’s School, and everybody is just crazy. I just heard that a boy had written a long poem praising his teachers and friends. A girl had been shedding one tear after another. This girl, I remember, did cry at the end of every academic year. Some things…
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Schools and schools
When I was 2 years old, I was fortunate enough to get Durgapur for a hometown. First year—we lived in City Centre. From the next year onwards, we lived in Bidhannagar. I went to a kindergarten or a nursery for children, which I didn’t like at all. Then, owing to my utter bad luck, I…
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A window that makes me smile.
Just staring out the window is quite an interesting job. So long as my house is concerned, it is located on a street, and is at a spitting distance of a ground, on which rests many of my memories. Unfortunately, nowadays, I don’t go to the grounds on a daily basis, not even on a…
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Yawn.
We feel bored when we do not have any work to do. But you must have heard many complaining about their having no spare time, they say they are bound to work day and night, and they would do anything to get a day with no work to do. But when this day actually arrives,…
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A letter to Hopelessness
Dear Hopelessness, Hope this letter finds you in good health, although I don’t want it to. Sincerely, dear hopelessness, I don’t see any need of yours to pop into my life every time I’m out to do anything I want to be successful in. I’ll try my best not to tell you things in an…
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Leave note dilemma
“You have used the same excuse each time,” said our class-teacher to a girl and we burst into laughter, although in a bit hiding manner. The girl came forward, partly giggling and partly trying to explain what her leave note meant. Now, for those who are not familiar with this system of ‘leave note’ in…
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Writing…
I have the knowledge of almost each and every thing that happened in my life (things I’m aware of) written down, and I consider it to be something of a good habit. I have been following this task of ‘diary-writing’ or simply writing down what I feel like an old rigid but loved custom, for…
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Summer breeze, never cease…
For me, summer is not that harsh season people here think it to be. I visualise summer to be that season characterised by a happy sun, blue sky, chirping birds and soft breeze flowing through the trees nearby. Unfortunately, this time, I don’t know how and why, but summer left a bad taste in my…
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Stupid silly mind!
It is today that I am realising how bad a girl I can be when I’m worrying a lot, but I should not be doing so. I have to attend a competition based on creative writing. At first, I was very excited and had bees in my bonnet; then I started to feel a bit…
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MYSELF
We often brag about knowing much about people, much about the world; but little do we realise that first we need to understand ourselves; although most of us are never successful in our efforts. We either end up praising or criticizing ourselves a lot, or while finding who we really are, we finish up confused.…
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Something new, something for you.
Here I start a new blog, and I have another blog too. It’s not long since I started that blog, only a couple of months ago, and you can as well see that because I have not posted many blogs or pictures, but just a mere few. I confess, I feel lazy at times, and…