Materialized...

"Every person looks at things differently.."

I was reflecting upon this statement when I thought of this example -

How would you react if someone tells you that they love you?

The answer of this question took me to three paths of thought...

#1 If the person is of the opposite sex...
- Most probably one will think that they 'love' them in a romantic sense.

- Some will laugh it off..thinking that it is a joke.

- Some till treat it as something to boast about.

- A very few people will take it in a platonic way...unless otherwise specified...and possibly return it.



#2 If the said "person" is of the same sex...
- Honestly, it pains me to say this, but most people will call them a homosexual.

- Some will tell them how much they mean to them as well.


#3 In a general point of view...

Love has become so very commercialized that nowadays whenever one talks about "love" an ugly mental picture of "a boy and a girl" (SRK and Kajol in KKHT? Jai and Aditi in Jaane Tu...?) comes up. Has love become so narrowed that it has been reduced to nothing beyond something temporary shared between a girlfriend and a boyfriend?

Furthermore, a lot of people take the concept of telling someone that they love them too lightly. It's a priceless emotion that mostly seems to have lost value...how often do you tell your parents that you love them? Nowadays girls move out of their homes even before marriage, people live away from their parents - and I'm talking about India...do people not care as much anymore?

Love still exists, but truly it now only bound to definitions and films and songs...nothing more. Why else would people acquire such perverted ideas about it?

The ' Ye Mera Hai' Drama

Our short film..almost based on a real life story in Ektaa Kapoor style!

So..this is a video we shot during the pujas..if you don't live in my block, don't bother watching it because it is something like a "play" ! All hail this video..I'll forever cherish it !

Before the World Ends...

[posted on: 17th October, '08]

There had been an experiment which was supposed to test the 'Big Bang' theory...the media was hyped up and they claimed that some scientists had claimed that it might bring the world to an abrupt end. There comes in a certain theory of mine...whenever I die, I want to die happy - screaming happy...without any form of regret. So I always tell people that I love them (even if they get the wrong idea) and do what I love the most...however, there were some things that I wanted to do before the world came to an end, even though I've deleted some as they have become old an obsolete (like :- "Watch 'Rock On!!'")....


1. Eat an unlimited quantity of ice cream in Baskin Robbins. Possibly buy an outlet!

2. Meet Tarashankar (at long last). And his sisters (and hence conspire against Tarashankar ;) ).

3. Shop at Lee Cooper (the one opposite McDonald's in Mani Square).

4. Set someone's hair on fire!

5. Meet Brett Lee (and hence hug him!!!!!).

6. Write a book with as fine language as that of Christopher Paolini's.

7. Paint my sister pink (possibly my "aim in life" is to convince her!!).

8. Make a movie about a SUPER hero(ine) called "Aankhi !" !! (Paroma and Sayorima will play Aankhi, I'll play Sayorima, Deedee aka didi will play Paroma, Tatum aka BasuRoy will play Deedee, the evil characters will be R.G. and Vingu - the latter falling in hawt laabh with R.G. God knows why!)

9. Apologize to every person I've unknowingly hurt..

10. Tell certain people that I love them..and never, ever to forget that.....(I always do that, but I can NOT die without saying this one thing)



And, yes..I would love to find out why some people "hate" me while I've never done anything mean to them (or anyone, not knowingly anyway)...but that is not really that important!

Me and my many..VOICES

I've always felt like a writer. I've always loved the smell of ink and paper and I've always been keen - to read, to learn and to write. Weaving magic with words has always fascinated me - I've always been charmed by it's beauty.

I first started writing in a journal...and with a poem as I had been doing Math a day before the examination - last moment preparations and it's immense pressure had had it's toll. I scored off a 90% in that test but yet more precious was - my ten year old self had discovered her passion for writing.

After a lot of scribbling in journals, occasional blogging, angsty poetry and well-appreciated essays, I finally took it to a new level when I applied to be a coordinator for the newspaper supplement of the ever famous the Statesman - Voices. Voices is just that - the Voice of the upcoming generation as it is, possibly the only one, written entirely by school students. Being a coordinator, however, makes it yet more special as I get to be yet more intimately attached to it.

Yesterday, I attended my first monthly Voices meeting where I got my identity card. My identity card is yet to have a picture on it, but it still holds a very high value and is indispensable and priceless to me.

May my voice reach out and touch a lot of souls...

Broken Angel

She closes her eyes in an attempt to block out the memories, but even when darkness is all that is cast before her, she can still see the mix and blurs and blemishes of the colours that formed the scene, the people and the sorrow...and the screams of agony echoed in her mind, threatening to burst her mind -

She tries to shut it all out but, in the attempt, she opens her eyes. Before her stands her younger sister, her eyes full of questions, tears hanging from her lashes. She wanted to smile at the soft innocence before her, as her sister quietly said , her eyes searching, "What happened to daddy? Why is he still sleeping?"

The cold truth gripped her as the frivolous winds seemed to blow from behind her sister, as she stood before the open window, blocking the sunlight and dazzling like a broken angel. Tears threatened to betray her as she stepped forth, put her arms around her sister and softly whispered, "He went to join the angels, to see how much love I still have to give..."