The itch to write

I slack on the couch in the morning taking pleasure in sipping from my beer bottle and crunching on a packet of Chips as I watch the never ending cascade of television shows. My ‘work at home’ option has made me and my couch inseparable. I have monthly targets to meet. Failing to reach the monthly goal will leave me without a job. Though I’m well aware of this chilling situation I still procrastinate my duties till the last week of the month. It’s like dragging my own feet into fire by putting off everything I’m entitled to be doing.             Image  : Chuck Slack Illustration That last week of every month is stressful. I become so anxious that I forget to eat food and end up ordering food from outside.  The constant worry about the list of things to do doesn’t allow me to sleep. I stay awake the whole night trying to finish up my work. I have pangs of attacks imagining myself without a job. In those days I feel like a devil h...

 I think I have a small crush on her. Wait no. I definitely have a crush on her. It started as a small one and it's not that small anymore. I cannot make my heart stop beating those thunder beats though my mind is trying its best to stop this nonsense. Sometimes I secretly wish she stares at me when I look away. I feel like I become speechless when I'm near her.  I have a million  things to tell her but i become breathless at her sight. It's an amazing feeling.  It is euphoric. It's addictive. The best part is I haven't told her about it so I don't need to worry about how she will react. I don't want to scare her away. So I guess I'll never tell her because I can't handle rejection. Perhaps she might not be the same if i tell her this.  But wait ! What if...just what if she has a crush on me as well?  I wish I could read her mind.  I think about her everyday.  I try to hide my feelings.  I try not to stare. I sea...

26, January 2001 [Republic Day]  Place: Baroda, Gujarat                                  As usual I was struggling to write an essay in Gujarati. I despised attending tuition classes on holidays but I was left with no choice. My low marks in gujarati brought me here every morning at 8. This day was no different than the other days till…. … ......……..Till I felt someone pushing my chair back and forth. I instantly turned around.  No one was there.                                                I calmed my thoughts and told myself that I must have imagined that. But the look on my teacher’s face who was sitting opposite to me made me realise that it was no imagination. I saw her looking behind her chair with uncertainty. Before I could tell her wh...

                                         It was another day at middle school. I still had not made any friends. Well , the truth is I really tried but no one  wanted to be my friend. It was lunch time and I was looking for a place to sit in the cafeteria. This is one thing I dread the most. Everyone had a group of friends of their own. The popular group sat in the corner. They were the cheerleaders, basketball players, kids with good looks (most of them wore makeup so cannot really tell if they were really good looking) and then there were the rich kids who only wore only branded clothes , shoes.  I certainly did not belong there because I didn’t have the skinny body type which those cheerleaders had. Forget sports. I cannot even do ten push-ups straight. I wore clothes which I got on sale from JCpenny and not Ar...

Hello world.                        I'm the kind of person who prefers using pen and paper while writing a post and typing it out later . I'm still quite Old school  . That being said i just realised now that the last time I lifted up a pen to write something here was eight long months ago. Yes my last blog post was in December and then boom. I vanished somewhere. I will tell you where i was hiding all this while in a minute, but before that let me just tell you that today's post may not be as fun or creative as my earlier post's because I have lost that rhythm of writing and i need time to get back so cut me some slack guys.  I tried a lot to refresh my mind on what to write and dug every groove of my brain to get a spark . I tried to put myself into the skin of characters and write a story but today is just not the day. It's like you have been inside a dark cave and today when you decide to finally come out the b...

Clouds burst pouring out darkness, The thunderstorms showed it's vengeance. The city was submerged, But our souls cannot be engulfed. Even when stress flooded our minds when we had nothing to eat Even when roaring tides masked the screams, We knew it was all temporary And Our hopes did not fade a bit. For we knew the clouds will dissolve Bringing back the smiling sun. We witnessed oneness as the flooded rivers overflowed Breaking down the boundaries of religion Demolishing bridges separating rich and the poor Helping hands arose every corner, Mankind displayed selfless care. We can either live through the flood or let it drown us, We decided the former. This poem is dedicated to all the people of chennai who went out of their way offering a helping hand to others during the Flood. I'm proud to say that I have spent 5 years of my college life there. Dedicated to all CHENNAI-ITES! You guys are a role model to others.

She inked everything onto the paper, Her dreams,her sorrows, Sometimes even her bleeding heart But he was like the leaf, Floating away wherever the wind blew. Her soul deserved more Because her soul was a beautiful thing. His love had killed her slowly, Like venom crawling through her veins. It drained her smile It sucked out her strength. Now she is pleased to have died that slow death. 'Cause she is revived today She reawakened her dissolving self. She brought life back into her soul She repaired her fears. Her scars faded . She listens to that song with ease, The same song which gave her a silent ache once So she inked everything onto the paper. Wrote this after talking to a friend who got divorced recently. Started thinking from her point of view and penned this down.