Ink on the Paper

The poem "A Thousand People, A Thousand Miles" was written by me in my 3rd year at IIT Madras. It can be seen as a tribute to the wide spectrum of people I had come across in my then about-3 years span in the institute. It is a boon for one to be exposed to so many perspectives and drives me to know and understand each one of them better. Here it goes, my tribute to the people from this wonderful institute and my world beyond it. "A Thousand People, A Thousand Miles" Sometimes, some people touch our lives, This one is for those who are in line. And for those who have reached a while back, I express my pleasure through my poetic knack. When you cross my place, do come and visit me, Let us share our stories, the places we have been. The times we fell, the times we flew, The lessons we learnt, the way we grew. Can I know who you are, can you lend your shoes Where do you lay, where is your truce What makes you who you are, what makes y...

The poem "My Little Ferry" was created by me about 2 years back. It depicts the mindset of a man who is lost in his journey but still remembers the goal he had set out to achieve in the end. This is the story of how he fights himself from within. "MY LITTLE FERRY" This darkness I feel around me everywhere Like curtains I remove it, layer by layer And though it grows thinner, bit by bit There seems no end that I can find to it I’ve been running, Been a long time since I stopped, took a look around What have I lost, what have I found Where do I go, nothing’s clear Fed up with this constant fear So lost, I don’t know what to say Alone with myself, here I lay These paths I take What sense they make What is true and what is wrong It’s too hard to stay so strong But I know I have to carry on Taking strides, singing my own song Take it all to an end, merry But the coast is far, oh little ferry Something’s mi...

A feeling for all the lovely people around me today For all my friends, family and those who may For everyone who has touched my heart, my head Remember this little thing I once said.   I remember the times we spent together I know we enjoyed them, no ifs no whethers But I don't remember when we said those words A last goodbye I never heard. I remember the times we fought each other I remember the times we were like brothers But if you gave it to me, I would have never forgot A last goodbye I never got. I remember the times we were just silent The silence in itself, a revealing asylum But even the silence did not make me ready for it A last goodbye we never did. I remember the times we said 'forever yo' I remember how we said we would never grow No one can understand the paths we paved But a last goodbye I always craved. I remember the times you were there for me I remember the things I did for thee A credit account with an overdose With a last goodbye never clo...

      S itting at my desk, wondering why I had not written for such a long time, I decided to just pour out my mind for once . And then, there were six ..       Pouring out my mind? I had heard about pouring out hearts.. What is 'pouring minds'? Pouring is 'flowing in a steady way'. Steady!!? hah! My mind and steady, now that's a good one there. Nobel prize for whoever can pull that off! And for that matter, how can one then pour out one's heart? Can you? Pour it. I would like to see.      What are emotions? You think you know? Simple?... Le wiki mama describes emotions as, (and this is only their first line) ''In psychology and philosophy, emotion is a subjective, conscious experience characterized primarily by psycho-physiological expressions, biological reactions, and mental states .'' So much for being 'simple'!! And that is how we describe the things closest to us, emotions.     Man has m...

     A few days ago, I traveled to Durgapur with my parents. I had come back home for my vacations. As they dozed off to sleep after the long road journey, I made myself comfortable on the sofa and plugged in my earphones. Looking at them brought in memories, old. Out of nowhere, I remembered how my mother used to say that ‘We brothers do nothing and that I particularly was quite lazy’. Although I do not deny these old facts, times have changed since.      This brought me to the origin of this post, which I actually tried to record while I was performing my experiment. Although thinking about 'not thinking' was a tough task, it was equally fun and intriguing . So, how can one NOT DO ANYTHING? Can one direct one's own mind to think of nothing? I decided to sit down and try it out . . (Here, I suggest the reader to actually try it out by him/herself)      As a first step, I got rid of my music player, relucta...

NOTE: This post is a result of the inexplicable and sudden occurrence of the title of the post in the writer's mind. I don't know what he was thinking about then! * EviL * Sometimes I write out of experience. Sometimes, on mere observations and knowledge. Well, today is a case of the latter... Yeah !! This is no place to confess your love for someone. NO !! After composing about half of this post, I thought of adding this one too: This is NOT a handbook to a successful love life. If you have any doubts, PLEASE READ #2 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Some things are Easier said than done. But love; Against the rule book? Well, when has it not been? * wink-wink * Barring the love of one's family, hereby, I speak of love : Call it 'love' and everybody starts jumping around like it is the 1st of January ! Call it, as per the Oxford dictionary - ...

" Another blogger. Pooh! " " Oh! not again .." " Not interested. duh!! " Yeah, well.. you are entitled to your opinion. Seriously! Just as much as Jyotiraditya Scindia is. (29/05/13) O kay, l et us get down to the basics then. NOTE : This piece is entitled to changes as per the whereabouts of the writer. Who am I? If you are looking for things such as my name, etc, you don't need to look far. It's all here! - - > But if you are not, then this blog is where you get to know me. And I you, hopefully! What do I do? Studying @IIT_Madras. A premier technological institute of India. What do I love? Optimization. Playing football . Eating . Why am I here? I like to write, express and communicate. Another reason could be that I want to document myself. What better way than a blog, right? Makes it feel like a story. Also, if it helps someone out there reading this, that's my pleasure. My views Life is an experience I a...