Reflections of a restless eccentric

This is for a close friend.She once told me she'd love to read what someone thinks of her.Because that would give her an insight into how others see her.I completely agree--being able to see yourself from someone's perspective is refreshing.Which is why I'm writing this:) I met her on the day of admissions.She spoke to me.Surprisingly,we had a lot in common.We both were from Bangalore.A hazy Kannada-Tamil(hers includes Hindi too) background with a love for English.We discussed school,college,work and family.I kept thinking we'd eventually run out of topics,but somehow we didn't.We had lunch together.I was alone then and didn't know a soul.We had almost 4 hours to kill before the next meeting or whatever. We again started talking.I brought up books thinking I'd get the usual I don't read .Surprise! She turned out to be a bookworm.She'd read every book I mentioned.Till date,she's the only person I've met who's read more than me:D .Turn

These days I can't find enough time to write a proper article on anything.So,I had an idea of starting this new series.Again,this for the most part will be drabble-like.Bits and pieces of my life.Mostly from a bygone era. The motivation behind this is easy.Memories are like the grains of sand on a seashore.Pretty soon,there comes a humongous wave that washes it away.As time goes by,the past gets more and more blurry till at one point all you remember is a vague mist and the odd feeling that your brain associates with it.But if I write it here,in a way,that memory attains immortality.That's it,plain and simple:) I used to be extremely hyperactive as a kid.The afternoon nap abhorred me.My poor tired mother would try her best to lull me to sleep with a story only to fall asleep herself:P .I'd still be awake and annoyed as hell.Those were my pre-book days. So,I'd roam around here and there and finally in frustration settle for a nap. But once I'm asleep,it&#

I sit in the car,watching the road zoom past.It's called NICE Road.Ironically,it brings out everything but niceness in people.Everyone's so happy there's no traffic that 120 seems like a good enough speed.People drive like maniacs.Accidents are just statistics here.Even if you're driving well below 80,the odds are that you're going to get hit by one these aforementioned manics who'll want to overtake you:P It's another one of those journeys to college.By now,I'm used to it.I know for certain that just like I come home,I also need to leave to hostel.It might be days away or just hours,but the going back part is always there.Inevitable.In fact,everything about life is like that.Life itself,in fact.I'm here one day and sure enough I'll be gone someday.That doesn't mean I need to live all my life looking over my shoulder for Death(Sherlock S4E01 with the Merchant of Samarra is still very vivid in my head). Although the comparison is order

We all have these recurring dreams right? Let me see.One dream I'm sure everyone would have had is this:You're lost and you keep wandering around trying to get out of there.It's either an endless path or endless stairs but the result is that you can never find your way out.I'm not some dream analysis expert,but this one is as easy as they come.It has 'lost' scrawled all over it. There's another dream that's on the top of my list.It goes like this:I wander off one day and I suddenly stumble across this beautiful place.A place I've never seen all my life.It's so picturesque that I can't do justice to it in words.There's greenery all around,some sort of a waterfall/river,chirping birds;but really there's more to it than this.It's just breathtaking.When I describe it,I only take away from its beauty.It's one of those things that can't be put into words. I'm always alone in this dream.I stand there awed by the beauty.I

In accordance to the request of the most sincere and punctual reader of this blog! :P To be very honest this could have happened to any of us.Perfectly natural.But the fact that it happened to Ramya somehow made everyone view it as a consequence of her absent mindedness:P One afternoon after an exam,Ramya and I were heading to the bus stop.As is typical on such days,we both hurry so that we'd get a bus as soon as possible.(Ironically,once we get home we'd sleep for a majority of the time:P)We board a bus and Ramya opens her bag to pay for the ticket. Hey! Someone else's hall ticket is in my bag she says.We both take it out and notice that it belongs to someone from the other class.She looks for her wallet but can't find it.She looks into the other compartment and can't find any of her books.Instead,there are some random sheets of paper.That's when it hits both of us.She's got the wrong bag! Here's when I should explain how this could happen to a

Weekends are everyone's favorite part of the week right? Somehow I've also started getting Friday and Sunday evening blues in addition to the Monday morning ones.Also,I've discovered that I can't stay cooped up in my room for more than a few hours.That invariably leads to depression.I typically spend my day in the library or a classroom till nightfall.Today,however,isn't one of those days. At some point in the evening,I had too many questions going on in my head. What am I doing here? Why am I so disinterested in everything? I make up my mind to do something but that is generally all.It never gets done.Is something wrong with me? Have I made the wrong decision?   When will I ever be sure that this is what I really want to do?That this is my horme?(Greek for passion) The questions echoed from every wall till I felt as if the room was shrinking on me.I need to get out of here,I muse.A walk.Alone.Perfect. I set out of the campus,trying to empty my mind of everyt

One of my fellow bookworm friends sent me this.I get random poems,quotes and such phrases from her on a regular basis.How wonderful is that! :)  When I saw this,something about it fascinated me.Sounds magical,isn't it? One of the first things that would come to your mind when you read this is probably meeting someone unexpectedly.I'm told this happens on journeys:P Somehow,this person who does not know you at all seems to have more of a connection with you than most people you know.The conversation seems to hit all the right notes.But what makes it so special is that you know with certainty that this moment will never recur.(I too remembered one such incident when I first saw this:P. Since that's not related to what I have to say here,it's relegated to the P.S) Actually though, ichi-go ichi-e is of Japanese origin and refers to a cultural concept of treasuring meetings with people,specifically at tea gatherings.They say that the same group of people m

I sit alone at the table looking at my breakfast.It's nothing extraordinary,but for reasons known to me,it looks delicious today.Yet,it is the hardest thing to bring myself to eat it.Every mouthful reminds me of all that I'm going to miss.The noise of the blaring TV that I always complained about.The bawling of the babies in the clinic that would drive me insane.Waking up to the sunlight streaming into my room.Sitting outside reading a book till the light fades away.Talking to my Mom and Dad about nothing at all.Not having to wake up to a bleary annoying alarm.Not having to end my day texting someone and still feeling alone.Not having to eat food that sounds great on paper but not in reality.Not having to worry about all the things I need to take care of:all that I need to buy,the chores that need to be done.A million things. It might sound like I'm complaining,but I'm actually not.I know I have a blessed life.It's just that I know that one part of it is forever