Finally I have taken time to pen my thoughts down in my blog, hadn't done it since a very long time. It's so hard to believe that it's already October, 2015. Time just swooshed by so swiftly this year, it's remarkable. It's also hard to believe that it was on January 10 of this same year that I gave the TISS entrance exam, and every night thereafter, prayed with trepidation that I want to be there at TISS. My heart gets filled with warmth when I remember the early months of this year when I attended the entrance exam and interview of Azim Premji University, and yes, not to mention the Bar exam (which was such a joke, and whose results I am not able to access, I do not know why!).
Most of the academic year 2014-2015 was spent by me doing nothing at all, but lying in my bed at home and dreaming of a better future, dreaming of the idiomatic light at the end of the tunnel. And ever since the day I got into TISS, it is as if time started running at double the speed an…
Birthdays. These are those awkward days on which we are made to realise that we are growing old. Albeit, in a celebratory mode. Why do we celebrate the day we were born on this Earth? What's so special in our births? Maybe the fact that all the cells, atoms & molecules in our bodies have fought hard to make it till date. Maybe every birthday is a reminder of the fact that we are born fighters. But, maybe also of the fact that we are slowly disintegrating into nothingness (or, everything-ness?!).
One aspect of the way in which we celebrate birthdays has intrigued me. And that is the so called "surprise" birthday parties. Is celebrating our birthdays even a surprise to us? As if we wouldn't know it's a special day unless we artificially create this "surprise" element? What's so surprising about the birthday parties? The materialistic gifts? The time and money spent in arranging for the event? Or the mere fact that we are aging? Isn't the cale…
I always wanted to be free.
Free from all the invisible shackles,
That bound me to invisible ideals
That made me just a part of the whole.
I always dreamt of charting my own path,
Path gleaming and glistening with youthful dreams
Dreams that are screaming to be realized
Dreams that have never been dreamt before
But dreams are just dreams
It takes grit & guts to make them real
Where did mine go?
Where did I lose myself?
I lay prisoner within myself now
The web which society weaved for me
The web which I wanted to tear open
I lay trapped within it
I lay trapped within myself
I became the web
I became the enemy I was fighting against
I became the prison I dreaded
I became the mask I wanted to shred
Where lies freedom?
It's nowhere to be seen
Where lie the dreams?
They are nowhere to be found
All I have is society
Living comfortably within my mind
All I have is this mind
Which is no more mine
The enemy has seeped into me
Twisting and turning my identity
It's beyond my recogni…