Life of an autumn Leaf

A lazy autumn day
When the little leaf 
With its little dreams,
Swayed with the Wind,
Bidding goodbye to its tree.


Too hopeless, but with vigour
It followed the Wind's direction
Amused with the beauty it sees
The little leaf wishes loudly
To stay with the Wind forever.


Loud wishes reached Wind 
And Wind indulged the leaf for a while
But alas! Wind could hold it no more
Thus gave up to the gravity 
Of the forlorn situation of leaf.


Within few moments
Shall the leaf reach the ground
Yet the gleeful green entity
Enjoys its journey
Fate couldn't after all deter it!

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This,That and Facebook- a classic rambling tale of a sultry day!

It is that time of life when my hands itch to write but i don't actually know what to write. You see, picking up a topic to write explicitly is something very tough for me. But i need to blog anyway. 'Coz the itch doesn't go off and makes me more cranky than ever thus spoiling the good mood of other people. SO, here I am, trying to figure out what i want to write and ferociously typing off what comes to mind.

Well, i just remember i stalked someone's profile on Facebook. I need to mention this profile is not of some secret crush or something! Its plain and simple. I just went through the updates of that person's profile, her statuses, her pictures etc. And that lead me to another profile. I did the same there. Facebook has become such a platform where you can literally see what's happening in other people's lives and this fascinates me. Its like an occasional glance through a different book.

My experience is just similar to a bookstore where i open the cover page, see who's the author, read a few lines at the back of the book, go through the acknowledgement page if the author's got any witty line to add and flip the pages swiftly, vaguely wading through them. Facebook website is like a bookstore where people are the books and their profiles are the paperback covers! Every individual has got a story. You know him or her, you would understand what phase they are in, what they are currently doing, what they felt 2 years ago at some occasion while hanging out with friends. And every story is amazing in its own way. Its a refreshing way. And sometimes i don't know the person whose profile i opened. Still, its another story worth looking at. A different life of a different individual in this vast universe with their own experiences worth remembering and bragging of.

These days connectivity has increased with Facebook. Its a billion-dollar company and the advertising through Facebook has become more easier than the conventional Google Adwords campaigns. An amateur can place an ad on Facebook thus generating revenue on both the parties and the user experience too is magnified. Initially i hated the way they displayed ads. But now, the right column ads of new trendy dresses and shoes is so lookable!

There goes my rambling about Facebook ads. Well, i did try to show myself as an intelligent professional in the marketing industry in the above para.,..but i guess i would like to revert back to my normal, awkward self where i fumble to speak up pleasantly and end up in spoiling the scenario when i get jitters and just type so incessantly. Oh..this is not one of those occasions by the way!

So, apart from thinking that my blog is my friend and all, i wonder if anybody views it at all. Well, the 3350+ pageviews might tell a different story though. Oops...you noticed how poorly i concealed the revealing of my pageviews? Fine! It's not brag-worthy....but it is something.

So i guess i am digressing a lot. I started at the itch of my fingers,...err..hands to type a blogpost. And its no more itching. Adios.

And thanks a lot readers if you made it till the last line. God Bless.

Kelly Clarkson - Since U Been Gone

"Detective Beckett, NYPD!" said she.

DISCLAIMER: The following views are just mine and aren't influenced by anybody else.

I was a fan of Castle TV series. I used to get glued to the TV at 10pm when it got aired on Star World and watched back to back episodes of its previous seasons on weekends. Such was my craze. I swooned whenever Rick Castle came onscreen and was mad about the ending tune they played after the show.

The initial seasons, although i didn't bother much about the interrogation and the case Castle and Beckett solved, i waited for the Caskett to click. I loved their chemistry. His quirky ways and her stern replies. And whenever there was an episode about Beckett's mother's murder, i watched it carefully, following every bit of evidence and the case. Its all so good until 3rd season. The climax was awesome. Beckett gets shot and then Castle utters "Kate! I Love You" for the first time.

The following season involved little less about their chemistry and more about the development of Beckett's mother case and the scandal. I liked the seriousness of it. And the season 4 was good one too, with Beckett making peace with the case and getting back to Castle; thus making the Caskett fans happy about the "Will they?Won't they"question.

Now suddenly i grew up and started observing it as a monotonous tale. I mean, the guy got the girl, the case got settled upto some decent extent, and what else is there to be explored regarding the show? i thought. I didn't follow it anymore. Moreover Rick Castle seemed older. No offence about older people, but he looked 'ruggedly handsome' in Season 1,2,3,4 more and even Kate Beckett aged! Sad! Well, they are humans after all.

My interest with the show disintegrated and the once most followed Castle page on Facebook didn't get any visits from my end. But today, after almost an year and 2 seasons of the show, something happened.

I saw the poster of Season 7 where Beckett stood in her wedding gown! Now, after watching four seasons and knowing Kate, that girlie-self of her character felt odd. Inquisitive of the episode i went through the episodes.

Apparently, its just not me, but Kate too grew up and she kept on saying "We're getting married" to Rick, clinged on his side arm while getting the marriage license before their wedding day. Now, that seemed particularly odd for me. Odd is an under-rated term for the feeling i went through.

Now there's no more writer-muse romance and will-they-won't-they surprise for us. Instead the hard rock like macho-woman Kate Beckett is getting married! Sigh! I mean, yeah, marriage is an important part of anybody's life and being a fan of the show i wanted this. But seeing her coo like a teenage girl got me!

Fast forward to the next season, i see her actual self, the battle-mode ON for Castle and the lioness is back. Now i must mention that i never noticed; well, never cared much about her instincts and the lady-like behavior along with the warrior mode seemed immensely sexy about her. But as time changed and my perspective changed; i suddenly see Kate Beckett as my role-model!

As a young girl, i just loved the chemistry between these two amazing characters. But now, i see the maturity of the female-lead and am in awe with that.

Whoa! Did that take a whole big blogpost to explain? Well, my bad,..i did start from the beginning.

SO, BOTTOM LINE, Kate Beckett is awesome, sexy, beautiful and a role model for me; although her running in high heels seemed too impractical sometimes.

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World's Best............!

Just a glance and you know i need coffee
Just a pout and you know i m upset
Just a sneeze and you rush with tablets and tissues
Li'l bit of my excitement takes you to Everest!
What have i done to get your love
All those ignored days and nights
When i was away and you had to sleep alone
Thinking of those days when i couldn't sleep without you
Those days when you shooed off all my nightmares
Those days when you encouraged me when i m down with failure
Those days when nobody stood by me

I ignored you a lot
You still wanted to be my friend
With the changing generation, you tried hard
And i pushed you off desperately
Looking for material things, i forgot love
All those beautiful things associated with you;
That innocent laughter we shared when a recipe went bad;
The secrets we kept about ironed clothes i almost burnt
And the thing we forgot in the market mindlessly.

It all comes to me now
I found new friends
And left you alone here
But when i came back
You acted as nothing changed
With the same unconditional love
You accepted me with open hands
Hugged me like everytime
And showered me with kisses like old days
Making me the luckiest girl alive
Thank You Mother
You are world's best mom
And coolest of 'em all!!

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Mediocrity at Full Pace

Often there comes a point when we wonder what is all this worth of! I am at that point where i am starting to wonder why am i studying engineering and why Metallurgy?! And why on earth do i sit for placement into companies i don't look forward to work for? Why? Why to even give a test when you don't want to prepare? Why to study something and live a life of somebody when you don't want to be that? The society doesn't restrict you from making your choices.....what restricts you is your gut.

Okay, let me give the backstory. I am a Metallurgy student, who was 'chosen' by the department to study in NIT-D for 3 years and be parcelled to the Steel plant to produce steel everyday and make the country proud while boasting we produce so much tonnes of steel per day. It felt decent enough during my 2nd year when our professor passionately talked about Steel and its modern day significance and how we metallurgists are so rare. But then, i suddenly grow up, reach my final year and question the prospect of me being a metallurgist!

So, i take a reality check and wonder..where am i going wrong and find myself in a situation that looks like a bog and i'm nowhere near going out. Its so suffocating that i want to immerse myself in this viscous dirty fluid and never come back. And don't you worry, dear reader, this is not any sign of depression or something. Its just a rebellion against the mediocrity of my works and the lethargic brain cells that are taking time to react!

Its a great journey to reach the point when you understand the significance of your existence or rather make your life significant for others. But when my inner voice screams "Why the hell am i born in this world" and gets no answer to it; it irritates the hell out of me. Again, where do i stand?

I stand in nothingness; nothing to be passionate about, nothing to look for as a career, no foolproof plans, just like a sitting duck without any defence and ready to be taken out by the hunter!

#feelingsouseless

P.S.: Dear Readers, If you think the above post has made you form an opinion about me and my blog (if a negative one) ; YOU ARE BLATANTLY WRONG. Ahem...! By all means, I can do better. So keep coming back for more posts. Thank You.

The Blue Bicycle

It’s a pleasant evening with the Sun going to its hideout and spreading the reddish pink hue in the sky as if the world’s greatest artist had done magic with the paintbrush on the canvas of those fluffy clouds. Calmly striding across the very familiar lane to get my regular ‘chai’ at one of those shops in LH more, I found myself affixed at one short sight of the blue bicycle beside the chai shop. It suddenly strung the chords of my childhood that kept me dangling onto the nostalgia for a couple of minutes. The arrival of “chai” broke the chain of thoughts only to bring me into reality and find the blue bicycle even more amazing with new tyres that’s just been changed in the repair shop.

Allow me to drop in a sleazy confession that I’m a novice in the art of riding a bicycle.

It was the Summer of 2005 when the bicycle bug bit my brother’s adventure nerve and made him go berserk for a new bicycle. After million attempts to convince our father for a new bicycle, we were granted permission just to ride that ‘legendary black HERO cycle’ which my dad thought could be passed on as a legacy; for that was a gift from my grandfather to my dad. But unfortunately the cycle’s rust was stronger that dad’s will that compelled to greet the arrival of our new Atlas cycle with its flashy blue paint.

I can still remember that day when my brother flaunted his cycle by riding in those familiar streets of our busy colony in the evening. It felt good when the kids of neighborhood were awed with the cycle and its brakes and gears. I was young and wanted to try my hands too.

Just to get my hands on those handles and although my tiny legs weren’t reaching the pedals when seated on the seat, I somehow sacrificed the comfort of sitting and reached those pedals only to feel the force of those pedals going up and down and the muscles thrusting them to move forward the vehicle. It was amazing. One moment I was on it, and the next, I was moving along with the cycle and my eyes looking forward filled with happiness with an ear to ear grin. With few rotations by the wheel, I lost my balance and suddenly …. BAM!

I fell on the ground, and as a result of this fall, my iron braces came off leading to a very angry parents and an industrious dentist who carefully worked to build my new braces.

That’s it. There went my first try to vain and since then I never tried for another 3 years with the fear of losing the braces again. Eventually, the bike got old, my brother went to college, and I went to one of those coaching classes where they expect you to study for 18 hours. Today I look at the bicycle and feel what I missed all along. It is one incomplete task and I got this innate feeling to finish it. I returned to my hostel thinking of asking the security guard to borrow his bicycle for a couple of minutes.