Friday, 10 October 2014


           Wither ,Wither Die!!!!
      Says the demon inside 
   Cloak yourself in shame 
      No!!!!  You DON'T deserve life

       Let me out you swine!                 
                         Let me live your life
      Drag you through the dust 
                Filled with anger and strife
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Make you feel guilty , 
 Crawl, curse and cry 
 Listen to my voice,                                           
 Eat you from the inside 

                Guide you to your fall,
        Deaf to the creator's call
                   Lead you to the cliff
              Let me end your life

Monday, 11 August 2014



I'm the girl you called a liar

I'm the girl you called a thief
I'm the girl who cried herself to bed
I'm the one who wished she were dead

I'm the girl who begged to be included,

I'm the girl you called a loser
It's me you bullied.
that you cut with your words
It's me who believed,
that she was unwanted and cursed.

But now, I've grown , Brave and Strong 

No more a victim, But a glorious survivor


I read books, like they tell my story

I sing songs , for they free my soul
I love old places , maps and history 
Chocolates and travel, mysteries aplenty

I dance madly , with all that's in me

I laugh loudly , with no restraints
I dream big, with stars in my eyes 
I move freely, with no constraints 

I love, I laugh, I cry , I fall

I shout and scream my frustrations aloud 
I dance, I sing, I smile and fight 
I am me , unashamed and proud 


Wednesday, 6 August 2014


What is your dream? 
Each and every one of us have a dream. Something that we want more than anything in life. Something that almost seems too good to be true- THE one thing you would do if you could do anything!
When people generally choose careers, they focus on several things like the money they would earn, the time taken for training and the job demands. Yes, these are certainly important. 
But, the problem arises when they forget to question exactly what they want from life and use this answer to fuel their choice.
 The result? Discontentment, A feeling that something is missing and a lack of real sense of purpose in life. 


1) When you follow your dreams, work becomes enjoyable. 

Lets face it, our work - our profession is one of the most important things in our adult life. When you are not happy with the work you do, it feels forced. You are unhappy and this unhappiness translates into other areas of life. 
On the other hand, when you do the work you love, you look forward to it. it becomes something you WANT to do, rather than something you are forced to do. It gives you happiness .

2) Want - the greatest motivator

Want or desire is one of the greatest motivators there is. When you really want something, you don't let anything or anyone stop you from getting it.
So, when you do the work that you want to do, you push yourself to the limits. You work harder and longer than you ever thought was possible. Your creativity blossoms and you innovate like never before.

3)Your chances for SUCCESS increase

SUCCESS. this is such a ambiguous word isn't it? While definitions of success vary, one thing is clear. Those who succeed always give in more than what is expected of them . They DON'T give up. They may repeatedly arrive at dead ends but they still persevere.
When you care about what you do and are really passionate about it, You are willing to go the extra mile. You are willing to keep on against all odds and ultimately you achieve your dream.

4) What-ifs are NOT your reality

One of the worst things that can happen when you grow old, and look back on your life,  is to question what your life has been all about. 
Where has all the time gone? what do you have to show for it? 
The What-Ifs haunt you. WHAT IF  , you had followed your dreams? WHAT IF , you had not let self doubt, fear or excuses stop you from doing what you want? WHAT IF?
When you follow your dreams, this is not your reality. You take a chance on your dreams. You pursue them and open yourself up to all opportunities. 
Yes, you make mistakes. Yes, you get knocked down now and then. BUT, you at least tried! You gave life your best shot. 

Remember, life is short. you only live once . So why waste this precious life doing something you hate?

Friday, 20 June 2014


By day she smiles, she laughs aloud
her infectious joy was praised by the crowd
By night she cries, silent and hidden
pain smothered by pillows, cries, softened

Filled with hurts of years past,
Filled with hatred for who she is 
Overwhelmed with problems, both true and false.
Crying out into the sky so vast

Driven by desperation, dark and keen
Tired of pain! craving release
A saline solution, she discovers is key
so she toasts to herself and drinks on three

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She cries and cries , bent over the bowl,
begs for forgiveness, from the one above
Agony to anger, anger to hatred
Till at last she purges, her sorrow, dangerous 


Now she's relaxed, freed from the dark
on a laugh she rises, shakes herself out
A smile she flashes, blinding and bright
To the world, she returns , a beacon of light

This cycle, it continues - day in and day out
No one suspects! Not a single doubt
Joy by day , desolation by night
Till slowly ... Slowly she fades and loses the fight 

Saturday, 31 May 2014


Hello! This is another heart warming incident I came across while in the bus . 
I was standing in a medium-crowded bus and was looking out of the opposite window.  A women and her son sitting in the second row caught my attention. This woman was really young, around 22 and her son looked like he was around 5. At first glance I thought he was her cousin or nephew, but then, I noticed the mangalsutra around her neck and... he called her Amma when they got off the bus. 
Anyway, this lady was sitting quietly and her son was falling asleep. She had several bags on her lap and around her feet. Yet, she twisted her body into what looked like a very uncomfortable posture to support his head so he would not jerk awake. She did not even show a twinge of discomfort. Instead , she looked down at him with a soft smile.
This was really heartwarming. Its just an example of the things our loved ones do for us. Things we don't even realize, Things we don't ever thank them for, yet show the amount of love they have for us :)


I was surfing through the net, searching for an easy to make garlic bread recipe, and this is what I found. Damn! This is so simple and tastes like your very own piece of heaven . Best of all? It takes under 3 minutes to make and uses only 4 very common ingredients! 

1 slice bread
1 clove of garlic
1/2 tsp olive oil
salt to taste


  1. Lightly brush the olive oil on both sides of the bread . 
  2. Make a paste out of the garlic clove (by mashing it ), apply to both sides . (Its ok if tiny pieces stick to the bread )
  3. Toast the bread on a Tawa till golden brown
RESULT:  You have some DILlll....icious garlic bread which rivals its extremely overpriced siblings from the poshest hotels! 
PS. I used mutigrain bread and it was awesome!!!!!

Thursday, 29 May 2014


I officially turned 18 a few days ago and was so very excited because, apart from the obviously much awaited  legal entry into adulthood (yay! ), I could now drive! My family is really strict about keeping to the law so I was never allowed to even attempt driving before . 
Day 1 of driving school... I am really excited and go in with bucket loads of enthusiasm. I sit behind the wheel and then ... AND THEN  I learn that driving is not as simple as i thought!
 There are gears to change, judgements to make about distance and extent of steering, signals and speed breakers to watch out for, and since I live in India, dogs, cows, and reckless drivers to deal with and dodge.OH! and don't forget ! confusion about the general mechanisms of driving a car. I guess it does not help that I am prone to watching only a limited area and am often caught in day dreams.
RESULT : A mess every morning where I end up really really confused. It has also translated onto my cycle riding skills (clean please! ) Earlier, I was good at it. I used to cycle to school and anywhere within a 5 km radius. Today, when I decided to go cycling, I saw myself constantly muttering prayers along the lines of "Please don't kill me. please don't kill me. I wont bother you, you don't bother me ok? God!!!!!!!!!!!!! help me!!! hey, Dude, yea yea awesome bike. now please stay away from me. please. " 

Basically, extremely stressful. Apparently, this is how learners usually feel in the beginning . well, i hope that's the case with me and that I can soon navigate along the roads without suffering mini- heart attacks at an alarming frequency ! Meanwhile, people who already drive, I have a new found respect for all of you.

Wednesday, 14 May 2014

A little boy by the tank

Sometimes, you come across these really small things ,which, for some unfathomable reason ,touch your heart and make you smile
There i was, just waiting idly in the bus stand, waiting for my annoyingly late bus. Suddenly, i see this little kid running at top speed towards me. At the last minute, he veers off, and stands panting right behind me , in front of the enclosure surrounding the mylapore tank.
He looks up, at something on a tree on the inside. He looks at it so intently, i get curious and look up too. There, I spot a mango.A green mango, ready for the picking.

The boy stares lustfully at it.He jumps, of course, he does not reach it.He jumps again, he does not reach it.He looks around, finds a stick and jumps with it... to no avail. 
He now climbs up a part of the enclosure, reaches out - still he does not touch the mango. He tries to climb farther but he slips. Now, he looks around for a bigger stick, he doesn't find any, Dejected, he walks away.

This you would think is the end of the matter. but no. Now, he comes back with iron cast determination, with a little girl in tow. The girl looks at him admiringly. He climbs up again. He stretches, stretches, almost reaches, but not quite.

'paravale anna ' She says - its ok big brother. He does not seem to hear, he tries again and again . Finally, he gives up. He climbs down and sits down , looking so sad. His sister comes up to him and with a big smile, produces a chalk. He smiles back and they both settle down, side by side, drawing squiggly things on the wall.
(ps. I would have attached pictures but they got accidentally deleted )

Sunday, 13 April 2014


A small note :D
My friend has just started a photography blog.He absolutely loves photography and has a really unique way of looking at things.
check it out! :D

Sunday, 30 March 2014


So yeah, one of those crazy ideas, which just might work. I'm planning to write short posts about incidents which I came across , and made me go AWWW :P :D

SO,Here, is Heartwarming no.1:

 The other day, I was travelling to college by bus. I was bored, and looking out of the window, with music blaring in my headphones. The bus suddenly jolted to a stop( Chennai bus drivers, I tell you... :/).
A man and a woman got down from the bus. The man was this typical North Indian guy - Tall, super fair, with pitch black hair. The woman was a pakka madras ponnu - Thick black, well oiled hair in a  long plait, a Big red bindhi, modest salwar kameez. 
They, were obviously a couple.
 As the woman was getting out of the bus, the man held a hand out to her.They shared a meaningful look, and with a soft smile, started walking to wherever they were going .The fact that the gesture seemed so automatic was for some reason really touching. As a college student, I am exposed to copious amounts of P.D.A on an all too regular basis, But this for some reason struck me as the most romantic, sweet and charming.