“At one magical instant in your early childhood, the page of a book—that string of confused, alien ciphers—shivered into meaning. Words spoke to you, gave up their secrets; at that moment, whole universes opened. You became, irrevocably, a reader.” –Alberto Manguel

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Monday, February 17, 2014

The Odd One

Hey.. Peeps.. :) “Some are born weird, some achieve it, others have weirdness thrust upon them.” ―quoted Dick Francis and I agree with every letter of this statement. Talking about the odd one, I find myself on the top of the list and moreover I’d say am eccentric and I own all the rights to be the one. For me everything that exists or anything that I guess exists has another point of view. I easily find to see things from an uncommon point of view, it disappoints sometimes if I don’t. That makes me top the odd list. I am not at all obsessed with being odd, but somehow the conspiracy of universe makes me the one.

I never got the concept of religion, race, caste, class, country and such orthodox communities. How difficult is it to get that we belong to same genus –Homo Sapiens. The amount of time people dedicate in calculating permutation and combination of such meaningless things, if they dedicate half of it to some meaningful things and growing a notch up then the world would be different. We live in a colonial world, with zillions of divisions, sub-divisions and countless segments that seem to take countless years to classify and that even is not required. It’s irrational.

I never was interested to understand the theory of how this world works, I will never get that and I don’t want to. I don’t want to spend my life in solving some meaningless questions whose answers are gonna be another set of questions. We dedicate some days and dates to festival; they have a long story, history, beliefs and emotions attached. I respect that, but I do not want to limit my emotions restricted to one day. I don’t want to feel patriotic only on Independence Day, I feel patriotic whenever I remember, read, think or see things related to it.

Whenever I am with my family and friends, almost every day seems to be a festival. I do not need calendar to decide what I have to feel like. C’mon, I can’t let that piece of paper controlling me. Already we are controlled by so many things, stop adding more –kinda losing count. Do not get too involved with fanatic urban lifestyle that Google reminds you of special days, alarms decide when to wake up, reminders set  to remember your best friend’s birthday. People may not understand, maybe I sound just like another crazy person.  Well, I don’t care. I won’t mind holding crazy tag and joining that crazy community where I feel belonged and relate to the world I use to imagine. Signing out.. may God bless y’all.. :)

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Dear Dad

 “I have never been a material girl. My father always told me never to love anything that cannot love you back.”  –Imelda Marcos



















While learning to walk countless times I fell,
you picked me up and wiped my tears;
made me stand and watched me run;
stole all my unshared fears.
Witnessed many fairs on your shoulders,
on those arms I swung many times;
slept every night on your lap,
having you beside me whispering those rhymes.
Chocolates, balloons and teddies,
dollhouse and those toy guns;
I used to cry only for broken toys,
and you used to get me better ones.
Miss watching cartoons and sports together,
and cheering for favourite team;
miss that race between us,
and that winner’s scream.

I grew up and left home back,
with some cherished memories I got;
will be back soon dear dad,
‘cause nothing can replace you, no matter what.

Taught me to ride the bike,
with bleeding knees I came to you;
you kissed my pain away,
and I started to begin all new.
Your love-turned-anger,
when I used to come home late;
was again a sign of care,
and a symbol that you are tired to wait.
Every scream followed after nightmares,
you heard in the middle of night;
did not know to sing but sang me lullaby,
till I forgot them and felt alright.
Got me everything I pointed my finger at,
sacrificed your dreams to pursue mine;
how much it takes be the one like that,
I shall hear through the grapevine.

I grew up and left home back,
with some cherished memories I got;
will be back soon dear dad,
‘cause nothing can replace you, no matter what.

“Listen to me, kitten. Win or lose, you’ll always be a princess to me.” ―Kiera CassThe Selection

~Shreya ♥

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P.P.S. Dedicated to my coolest Dad :)

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Time & Me

Hey.. Peeps.. :) Being victim of urban lifestyle, I use to miss so much of what makes me happy. Countless things: episodes of TV serial FRIENDS, chocolate, ice-creams, swings,
sleeping, beaches (yes, finally I experienced one –Pondicherry –Big Beach), writing, reading, dancing, music, travelling, gardening, evening walks, photography, theatre, sketching, painting and I have this bad habit of cutting newspaper images and God knows what not.

The Giant Wheel (click on image to enlarge)
 I won’t make an excuse of having no time, for me time is nothing –it’s all about priority. Saying you don’t have time, is an easy-genuine-famous excuse –accepted widely. Sometimes I think of being loved when I least deserve it. Sometimes I miss my life 2 years back, and sometimes I love being what I am today. I do get mood swings, get angry, get worried, feel happy, feel proud, feel lonely, fight, complain, argue and so many mixed feelings and I do not wanna miss any of these feelings. I am not gonna change a bit of me, no matter what –till I know am right.

If I count, then I have so much to complain about and less to thank for. Many people to point finger(s) at me and less who appreciate. But that’s okay, someday it’s gonna be reverse –I know. For a change, I have blocked all the mediums of communication (no not calls, that’s still on and will always be –considering a genuine request from my family). Yes, to tell something new – I am going home this March and that’s a surprise for Mom-Dad, I wanna witness that expression when they will see us (me and my sister).

Had an unplanned visit to a nearby fare today. Enjoyed the giant-wheel ride, despite the fact that I am scared of heights. Here is the picture. I believe in offering some time to some unplanned crazy things, and am gonna do that much frequently. Sometimes the unexpected things are much beautiful than the planned ones. When you say life’s bad –do ask compared to what? Signing out.. may God bless y’all.. :)

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Small Town Girl

“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” ―Oscar Wilde















Lying on the roof all alone;
under millions of the stars,
having music to cheer me;
counting those darkest hours.

Back in time two years ago;
when I started as a naïve,
few mistakes and some lessons;
followed after my strive.

I am still the same, nothing’s changed;
me and time and my dreams again,
somewhere meet on the way, unplanned;
handful of pleasure and a little pain.
People refused to believe;
all they came for is to complain,
those tears went unnoticed;
when I secretly cried in vain,
am the same, small town girl;
who loved to get drenched in rain.

I know where I have to go;
so what if these roads are unknown,
someday I am gonna make it;
no matter if it chills me to the bone.

Left my heaven behind;
to start the world of my own,
along with my many dreams;
guess a little, I’ve also grown.

But I am still the same, nothing’s changed;
me and time and my dreams again,
somewhere meet on the way, unplanned;
handful of pleasure and a little pain.
People refused to believe;
all they came for is to complain,
those tears went unnoticed;
when I secretly cried in vain,
am the same, small town girl;
who loved to get drenched in rain.

~Shreya ♥

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