walking on the empty winding road on campus,angie and me are discussing about life..and death.Talking about the evanescent nature of life...,we feel like midgets.The only thing we plan about is where we would go this weekend..our thinking seldom reaches beyond that.We would probably never admit it but within our minuscule mind,we know that we can be summed up as spoilt brats..habituated to all the comforts in the world .even when there is a fleeting moment of non availability of our amenities we whine until our needs are met ,and even if that happens we whine about the delay..
and then somewhere life slaps us right across our face,and its abrupt!no tell tale signs and no warnings..wakes us up from our concocted reverie.....and we r just standing there stupefied....did it actually happen??it is then that we think from a broader perspective,it is then that we think of our responsibilities..it is then that we become aware of mortality...our own and of those who we love..
the only feeling at that point of time is fear...and along with that gradually there arises a feeling of haste...we suddenly want to be with our loved ones,we want to apologise for our mistakes,we want to make up for all the times we have behaved in a materialistic manner.we begin to question ourselves about how temporary things are...we begin to wonder if it is really true that everything in life comes with an expiry date..and the answer we get, sadly is a big yes.
how?one may wonder...the very incident that impelled us to think is suddenly pushed to the back of our minds..we meet someone on our way...someone comes up with a witty oneliner...we crack up....our minds move on to happier thoughts and there!we are again transformed into 23 year old college students with not a single worry in our head..other than ofcourse; when s the next party gonna be???
Friday, August 17, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
finally!
august 15th 2007
the first time im blogging!iv been writing since i was 10 years old.. but have always been a shy girl..i never let anybody read what i have written...today i finally decided that maybe i can share my thoughts with others...i wouldnt have done it if it wasnt for one person in my life!thanks j!
before i start writing anything id want to share an incident that happened with me roughly 11 years ago...that changed my life completely!it was the end of my 6 th standard in school..the school magazine was going into print and i was expected to write something..there was precious little time and i did not know what to do...i took the easiest way out!there was a poem written on child labour in a children s magazine which i really liked ..i copied it out and submitted it to my english teacher..nobody asked me specifically if i wrote it so i freed my conscience of guilt!i never gave it much thought... the term ended and it was time for the results to be announced..for the first time i had topped the class..that was the only year i got the first rank n boy!was i thrilled!!!!!i even got the school magazine,but did not even bother to see if my poem was published...until mom opened the magazine... she found the poem and was moved to tears...she could not believe that her daughter could write so beautifully..being a writer herself she was ecstatic!she hugged me and gave me so much affection..as a 12 year old,i did not know how to react..i did not want to break it to her that it wasnt me who wrote it..i did something i shouldnt have done..i let her believe that it was me who wrote it n went on with my vacation until it was time for school to start again..i thought mom would never realise and i hid the magazine in the attic!truth can never be hidden for too long and i learnt it the hard way!ma found the magazine and as luck would have it even read the poem!not a word was spoken...i got the silent treatment...she simply laid the book in front of me and walked off..
that was one of the most valuable lessons taught by ma to me..never ever lie,never pass off others work as ur own...never take the easiest way out...and never let people assume things even if it makes them happy!even today im hopeless at copying in exams..id rather flunk with bad marks and cry it out than look into my neighbour s paper...
i started writing after that incident but with renewed enthusiasm and originality...mom did secretly read my work but never said a single word about it..but i know that today if i show one of my works to ma,i can do it with my head held high and i know that the tears that roll out would be tears of joy and pride , this time i would never get the silent treatment i got years ago!.thank u ma for making me proud of bein my ownself!
the first time im blogging!iv been writing since i was 10 years old.. but have always been a shy girl..i never let anybody read what i have written...today i finally decided that maybe i can share my thoughts with others...i wouldnt have done it if it wasnt for one person in my life!thanks j!
before i start writing anything id want to share an incident that happened with me roughly 11 years ago...that changed my life completely!it was the end of my 6 th standard in school..the school magazine was going into print and i was expected to write something..there was precious little time and i did not know what to do...i took the easiest way out!there was a poem written on child labour in a children s magazine which i really liked ..i copied it out and submitted it to my english teacher..nobody asked me specifically if i wrote it so i freed my conscience of guilt!i never gave it much thought... the term ended and it was time for the results to be announced..for the first time i had topped the class..that was the only year i got the first rank n boy!was i thrilled!!!!!i even got the school magazine,but did not even bother to see if my poem was published...until mom opened the magazine... she found the poem and was moved to tears...she could not believe that her daughter could write so beautifully..being a writer herself she was ecstatic!she hugged me and gave me so much affection..as a 12 year old,i did not know how to react..i did not want to break it to her that it wasnt me who wrote it..i did something i shouldnt have done..i let her believe that it was me who wrote it n went on with my vacation until it was time for school to start again..i thought mom would never realise and i hid the magazine in the attic!truth can never be hidden for too long and i learnt it the hard way!ma found the magazine and as luck would have it even read the poem!not a word was spoken...i got the silent treatment...she simply laid the book in front of me and walked off..
that was one of the most valuable lessons taught by ma to me..never ever lie,never pass off others work as ur own...never take the easiest way out...and never let people assume things even if it makes them happy!even today im hopeless at copying in exams..id rather flunk with bad marks and cry it out than look into my neighbour s paper...
i started writing after that incident but with renewed enthusiasm and originality...mom did secretly read my work but never said a single word about it..but i know that today if i show one of my works to ma,i can do it with my head held high and i know that the tears that roll out would be tears of joy and pride , this time i would never get the silent treatment i got years ago!.thank u ma for making me proud of bein my ownself!
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