Who art thou?

Of the million people who call themselves your friends, who are those who’d really be by your side?

Who are those you can actually pledge your life for, the hints below will perhaps help you decide –
A) They don’t talk to you everyday, but you know,

They’ll be there for you, come rain or shine, storm or snow.
B) You talk to them every second minute, they are your life boat,

They know when you sneeze, miss your bus or spill your coffee – they’re basically your strength, your moral support.
C) They’re pretty preoccupied always, they’re the perpetual busy bees,

But one call you make, they’ll make you their priority, letting everything else freeze.
D) They text you only when they’re bored or free or when they have nothing else to do,

You can gauge what you mean to them with the frequency of their replies to you,

You’re never their priority, with a hundred unread messages, yours will be the last they’d respond to.
E) They don’t want to do anything with you, 

But they’re pretty keen in knowing what you’re upto,

They keep track of where you go and what you do,

They’re always the first to ask you “Where?” When? How? With who?”
F) They read your messages, but don’t intend to respond,

They receive your calls, but find reasons to abscond, 

But they want you to be there for them everytime they demand,

And, ask you to, without missing a beat, understand.

Stick to the people who stand by you, for they are the sunshine in your rainbow,

They are who you can cling on to, for life – don’t ever let them go.

For those who only give you their excuses for company, leave them alone,

Delete their contacts, and clear some space in your phone!


So the next time…

Of late, a lot of forums have come up (WhatsApp groups, Facebook groups, blogger networks etcetera) where people can post their work for honest reviews, feedback and constructive criticism – precisely what they are meant for. 
An artist chooses a medium to communicate. To convey to the world his thoughts, his ideas, his message. When you give the artist your feedback, understand no one is born an expert, no one is flawless. Understand his need to be heard, understand his want to be accepted. Language is just a mode to communicate – so focus more on the message he is trying to convey. The grammar, spelling, rhyme, etcetera are important – but those are meant to be perfected with practice, with experience, with exposure.
So the next time you criticise, make sure you don’t show off your “Grammar Nazi” skills to project how good you are. Or how good your language is. Or how far he is from where you’ve reached. Instead appreciate him for having the guts to step out to communicate with the world. Guide him, help him understand how he can excel at what he does.
Criticism in any form is meant to hit the target, not wound it.

Let yours help the artist improve for the better, not make him shut himself down for good.
P.S. None of this applies to the family, to the teachers, to the best friends who know us even before we learned to communicate..

Food for thought.

Most often, we come across people who change with time. You find their attitude, their behaviour, their interest in you doesn’t remain constant. 

Sometimes they call themselves your best friend, make you their pity project, ensure they have you by their side when they need you and then, they are gone – when they don’t need you anymore. They don’t respond to your texts, don’t ask you if you’re okay, don’t find the time to get back to you – because they don’t necessarily have anything to do with you. And they’d always expect you to understand their absence. And shamelessly so.

People like these, who call themselves your constants, are in reality, vermins of the worst order who drain all energy, all positivity and everything that you’ve to offer. 

They aren’t your real friends. They aren’t those who’d if not physically, be emotionally there for you when you need them. People like these are spam. Delete them off from your contact list, your friend list, your life. It is time you did. 

I have done. 

It’s For Forever!


Time flies. Circumstances change. Faces become unfamiliar. We age.

It is ironical though – the fact that we meet millions of people in different phases our lives, but we manage to stick on to only a few. A few become strangers, a few, acquaintances, a few, family, and a few, friends, for life – because, we connect with them like we do with nobody else. The wavelength, the rapport, the understanding, the warmth.

To those few of you in my life – you belong to me.

It doesn’t matter in which part of the world you live, it doesn’t matter if we don’t converse everyday, it doesn’t matter that today ain’t friendship day – but – I love you.

I am, because you help me be.

Thank you, for, you connect with me the way I am,  you connect with my flaws, with my  follies. With my imperfections. With my eccentricity. With my absurdity.

This bond we share, just so you know, is for forever. 


You’re a brick 💖

Just a series of poems, I’d be writing to people who matter. My friends.

Hey Poo!

With you, anyone can form a great crew,

There’s nothing you cannot do,

You derive inspiration for anything out of the blue,

You are my friend old and new,

You helped me out when how I’ll manage, I didn’t have a clue,

You have a heart of gold, and you are true,

You’re a brick, you’ve always put up with this prick, phew,

Stay you,

But Pooja, continue being my friend too 🙂



My Day-Offs…

It’s been quite sometime since I blogged, so here I am typing away, spilling my thoughts into a proper blog post. It’s Sunday today, and my day off. It’s almost come to an end though, as I’m writing this – I’d probably have my dinner in sometime and hit the sack in an hour. But I like to look forward to my day-offs like every other person in the world  – they are the days I get plenty of time to read, sleep and eat. (Okay, the last bit is a lie. Not eat. I don’t really look forward to eating unless I’m starving). So, reading, and sleeping are pretty much the only two activities I care to make time for, when I’m on a holiday. I’d like to write sometimes though, when I’m in the mood, or think (not cook) of a recipe or two when I feel creative. Sometimes rearrange my books on the shelves, or Skype with friends. Anything that would involve me stepping out of the house or meeting people is a total No-No for me. I’m basically crowd phobic. Okay, correction, I hate to be part of a crowd with people that know me – as in, acquaintances, friends, relatives etc. Because, with them, I’d have to strike up a conversation, or be part of one, just for the sake of doing it – when neither of us is interested in the other, or when only one gets to ask the questions and the other has to answer (I always end up only giving the answers). As a kid, I didn’t have much of a choice – but now, when I kind of, do, I choose to stay locked up in my room, with my books, sketches and paint, to strike up a conversation with the thoughts creating chaos in my mind, to become one with the world I read about.

Euphoria all the way!

I’m terribly sick as I am writing this, yet the euphoria I experienced today is energy enough to put my feelings into words. Your life at college forms one of the most important parts of your being, and you don’t need reasons to understand why. And, after 2 long years, today, I got to relive yet another day as a student of the same old college I had done my B.E. in.

Okay, time for me to brag a bit.

At college, I was through and through the topper of my department. From the first semester till the last. I ended up securing a Gold Medal – Anna University 3rd Rank. But being the topper didn’t quench my thirst. I wanted to be versatile, an all-rounder. Plus I had this passion for compering. So I began to be the department MoC (Master of Ceremonies). Then grew to be the college MoC, in my second year. Come third year, I had begun compering for the other departments in my college. I started to contribute to my college magazines, became the student editor of my department newsletter. Did a stint as a singer and the student cultural coordinator. Was part of the organizing team of both the TEDx events that were held during my course of study in the college as well. A few bits more, maybe. All the while, while I made a lot of mistakes, stumbled and got hurt, I bounced back for more, for perfection. I wanted to be the best, anyway, any day. That was the driving force that kept me going, that kept me wanting to keep achieving. There was some magic in the air, maybe that helped me progress, all the while. There was so much of warmth, regard, and love that there was absolutely no space for any negative vibe at all. Plus I got in return is loads of happy memories for a lifetime.

This year around, I got to add 2 more memories to the collection.

On July 8, 2016, I was invited by my department to be an Alumni Speaker at the ISOI Student Chapter Alumni Interaction meet. An experience I will cherish with pride.

And today, August 19, 2016,  I was presented the “Exemplary Attendance Award” for my outstanding accomplishment of 100% Attendance from the I semester to the VIII semester  – not one single day off/leave of absence taken during my entire 4 year course of my B.E. degree. And I am super proud I was able to accomplish this feat.

So here I am, sharing the 1 super amazing souvenir of my super-happy memory, so I can preserve it forever and ever.

Yayayyyyyyy! Euphoria!