Ink on the Paper

Day 1 on 'My Morning Escapades'    I have decided to wake up early in the mornings to dedicate some time for myself. Do things I like to do and want to make a habit of doing. That could be anything between writing and reading to photography to exercising, among other interests and activities.    Today I want to talk a bit on human desires and getting things done. It is based on simple human psychology - how our brains work.    And to keep things relevant, I'll mostly talk about what I am going through right now. This is a testimony to how relevant and ever-present this topic is, for any of us. Getting things done - The Hard Thing about the Hard Things    Doing what you want to do can be easy or difficult. There are two kinds of desires we have. On one hand we crave instant gratifications - things that make us happy in the here and now. These are fleeting desires like watching a movie, eating a dessert, playing a one-off game, etc...

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 "The Insti Days" was written by me after the completion of my 1st year in college. Mesmerized by the complete freedom of hostel life and touched by the people around me, it was a question of when rather than if I would write a piece on my institute life at IIT Madras. The story has been equally amazing since then too. Have a read! "The Insti. Days" “Mornin’ Morning”, I wake up and hear, And when I open my eyes, see Piyush near I beg there to be some more time, but he’s getting ready, And I ask him “Is it time already?” With much hatred but thankfulness towards him, I look up at TP, and I think. Should I wake him up too now? He is always out of the door in 30 seconds; I don’t know, but somehow!! I decide against it because I know, The same hatred he will show Towards me and so I start my day, My life, this game we all play. And we all love it too I guess, Even if sometimes it’s kind of a mess 'Cause there is ...

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...