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2010...

The year saw a great professional success at Trivandrum....made me realize the value of dedication and hard work...made me realize i am worth a fortune..provided i exert myself into work...den...as if to balance dis came d big bad bouncer of a heart break...changed me completely...i can never again be the same person as I was before...! I thank God for that..! I love being the new me...:) My life changed at Vidya Poshak...wherefrom I chose to grow where I was planted...I chose to walk on the path which was meant for me...And now, I am happier than ever before...I then met great loving caring people...to whom I forever remain obliged for having made this year an unforgettable one..!! I love u all, beautiful people...u just rock..!! Studies, I should say, took a back seat this semester...But I do not regret it...I feel it was needed...It was needed to ensure that all the upcoming semesters would be gloriously lively, all the upcoming moments of my life would be filled with infinite joy …

Love...As I see It...

That which makes you feel weak is not Love.
That which makes you feel you are being crushed to earth is not Love.
That which makes you pity on yourself and brings tears in your eyes is not Love.
Love is when you feel the person with you and you very well know he/she too, feels you by their side.
Love is when neither of you see each other as different from one another and express the deepest and the darkest feelings of your heart without a tinge of hesitation.
Love is when both of you know how much you miss each other when not together and when this very fact makes you love deeper and as selflessly as ever.
And above all, Love is when he/she knows that your Love is selfless but by no means lets you feel selfless!
All else, kindred souls, is a shitty crap drain caused on us when our Self, our Ego, is hurt.
May this talisman find an ardent taker in its reader.
Amen.

The Show Stoppers...

Our life is an endless cycle of chains of ramp walks...The designers keep changing...Our clothes keep changing...the venues keep changing...the audience keeps changing...but we, remain ourselves...though a bit bruised here and tattered there due to fashion faux pas, we sustain till the end and emerge "successful models"...sometimes we don the crown of being a show stopper, and sometimes we ourselves bestow this cherished position to someone else...though everyone on the ramp will have been our dearies and nearies, in the end, there emerges only one Show Stopper, for whose glimpse we keep dying for...the show stopper not only steals our very own show from us, but, mind you, as the name goes, stops it...The show was for us...the ramp was for us...why then heed to the glamorous show stopper...? Instead, why not enjoy us being in the limelight..? Why not fulfill our deemed responsibilities..?
Let us rock the Show...Let us blaze the ramp...Let us be Show Stoppers all to ourselves…

My maiden Elocution...verbatim...

JUDICIAL ACTIVISM Respected Judges, Teachers, Guests, and my dear Friends, A Very Good Morning to all of you...Today, I stand before you to speak on the topic "Judicial Activism"... For a Mind as free as the Ocean, Imagination as limitless as the sky Heart as wild as the wind, and Spirit as unshakable as the Earth.... .....Judicial Activism most aptly seems to be the ultimate panacea in bringing back a vibrant democracy, resplendent with justice, liberty, equality and fraternity. A judge without judicial activism is like a flower without color and fragrance and like a vehicle without fuel and wheels. Their Lordships are vested with the Divine task of breathing in fresh air into the organic document called the Constitution, thus creating a bulwark of the modern day state. Ever since the pinnacle of judicial activism in India was reached in the Kesavananda Bharati, there has been no looking back. Deriving its plenary powers from Arts. 13, 32, 141, 142, 226 and 227 of the Constitutio…

I know not why...

I know not why...things do not seem to be as they were before....I know not why..I do not seem to be as I was as a child...Ever since I have been reading Paulo Coelho...Life has thrown open new dimensions to be explored...new meanings to be groped for..The writer has made such an indelible imprint on my heart...that I feel I am the protagonist...I feel what he feels...I experience the thoughts he describes...I feel I undergo all the trials and tribulations life bestows upon him..as the plot unfolds...The novels written by him do not seem to be just paper back issues printed and reprinted by the publisher to make quick bucks...The writer does not seem to have written the books just for the heck of it...They mirror my life to me...I confront the problems and wait for the due courses to unfold themselves, with baited breath and rapt attention...After, alas, the end marks its glorious beginning, I still linger in the streets where the protagonist has had accidents, has had conversations w…

The Zahir...

Just sometime back finished listening to "The Zahir" by Paulo Coelho...It made me a still greater fan of his...He commands no less than a lifelong ode to the way he tenderly and boldly arrests every tiny thought of human mind..and how he spreads them across the silky carpet of imagination, to let it fly and fly as if by Genie's magic mantra...Reading the book made me realize how important having a Zahir in my life can be...and further how helpful it can be if this Zahir is my cherished dream I want to realize....how important it is to love only after understanding its true meaning...and how crucial it is to realize that love does not exist to expect itself in return... It made me realize how people now-a-days are hiding behind the false cloak of love to satisfy their lustful desires and how they are "suffering" without realizing they had never loved their "beloved" and had ever thought that they could well be in possession of the mind, body and soul o…

I at Eighteen...

It has been 18 long years since I have been born...I was born soon after the Government of India announced its New Industrial Policy...Soon after LPG became the new governmental mantra for my Nation...I was born in the wake of a new technological revolution...A sweeping change was witnessing India - which stood, and still stands, feeling lost...tired...unable to comprehend what is going on...Brought up amidst values of truth, honesty, kindness and respect for elders, i now stand at the vantage point of eighteen...Beholding the glorious vistas life has thrown upon me...Every day of these years has been a new chapter, I knowing not its title and content, opening up to wondrous surprises and sagacity...Every page of the book so vibrant with life; be it filled to the brim with sadness, or bubbling with happiness, full with life, through thick and thin...I feel very blissful, and get shifted to a trance when I ardently thank God for all He has given me...For all the privileges and love He …

The Untimely Rain...

Today marks yet another step ahead in creating awareness about HIV/AIDS....As FPAI volunteers, we experience a greater sense of responsibility of carrying forward the legacy of educating the masses not only regarding sexual and reproductive health but also regarding the problems relating to adolescents...In this line, we enacted a street play at the Law School...Though not flawless, it was a great experience...Later, was the screening of the movie - The Unwanted Rain... I dedicate this blog post to the theme of the movie - adolescent issues and contraction of AIDS...the movie embarked upon shunning off the long held parasitic superstitions of the society which reprimands natural attraction towards the opposite sex...it showcased a mother assuring her daughter that she would not be yelling at her if she spoke about her new found crush...it made the conservatives just stop for a second and understand that Nature cannot be defied...Teenagers are not irresponsible...Floozies are humans wi…

The Blind Man...

The cemented road was lit up by bright sunlight...The Sun shone extra scorchingly...as if mirroring the burning glitch of Mother Earth...Drowned in a labyrinthine shoal of thoughts gushing into my mind, as is usual, I walked along the sultry road...after an enlightening discourse on Judicial Activism at the Library...The Highway was glimming with the beam of busy vehicles..running errand...In came a bus..and I beheld a blind man, very carefully getting off it...He was calm and collected...After taking a modicum of help from the conductor of the bus in climbing down the small fleet of stairs, he sensed I standing at the bus stop...I stood there....Staring at him...trying to figure out whether he was really blind...he said, "Excuse me.."...My low reply was rarely audible to him...I made myself reasonably audible and spoke out, "Yes Sir..."..trying to be as polite as was possible...He asked me whether I could help him cross the road...He had to go to the Blind's S…