About Nothing

(image taken from Here ) When she sat with her pen, sat to write, a parade of thoughts swiftly raced through her head.  A little girl, with little experience of the real world, but lots of dreams. The elegance and subtle beauty in the cartoons and paintings she had seen. The charm of the music all around. She'd paint all that in her small words. Hey what could I write. . about the flowers or the butterflies all around them, the trees or the scent of their leaves..of my dolls, or dad's laptop. Maybe about my favourite cartoon *subtle smile*. Aye! I could write about that dessert mum makes on Sundays...but I don't know how it is made or what it is made of. No problem! I'l describe its taste..yumm..! *grin* Now think, think, think. Gotta be a writer! Ms Chang does think I'm gonna be a good writer when I grow up, and write great books...I could write about her. Or I could write about the school. That would take too much time, school has so much to write about. Hey, I

I really don't understand the hype the entire Girl's Hostel created about this film. Medical school, really Landon, is that all you want to achieve after graduating high school? What? Are the writers 6 year-olds? Medical school is everyone's dream right..it is the most prestigious thing in the world. . .  *sigh* Girls telling me they cried while watching the movie. I mean seriously, these friends of mine made it sound like a pathetic crime if you haven't seen this movie. I admit i did set my hopes a bit high because of the fan based publicity, but even if i hadn't, this movie would still be nothing but 3 nice songs. In case you haven't guessed, I am talking about the film, 'A Walk to Remember'. An utmost child like portrayal of love, even simpler than those Disney movies. The cherry on top is the diminished image of leukaemia; it's like a child was writing a story, learnt a new word from somewhere, so put it in his story. No one beyond the age of 1

my second ever oil on canvas..

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 17 ; the seventeenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . What lies beyond, An ocean full of sharks or a land of ease? A space with no gravity or a ground of morality? An endless search or that special soul? The end of being  or the garden of eve? What lies beyond,  Lots of uncertainty or mental stability... The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked here . To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton .

                                                                      I  get up shivering                                                I  go to sleep cold.                                                No energy                                                I'm starving,                                                I have no gold. Winters come, we buy expensive sweaters and blankets, eat at KFC and drink beer. I wish some of us would spend a fraction of that money to get blessings, instead of a big belly, this winter. I googled this picture you know, and there were so many overwhelming pictures, and it was surprising to see that many of them were for sale. Selling and buying beggars... Anyway back to the main thing, so if you say you can't find a reason to go spend a little money on the destitute(it's weird, i think the first time ever i paid attention to that word 'destitute' was while reading A Christmas Carol), there are actually many. Let me give you

A Drawing! what else could anyone expect..it was my pad. . .

All that the young people do is possess lots of feelings & emotions and share love, and they are heavily judged for it..by the middle-aged adults. Who? The respectable middle-aged, with the knowledge & experience of the world; the knowledge and experience that makes them a species full of hatred and hypocrisy . And these judgemental double-standard people are to be respected, just out of convention, because they are old..bah! I respect no one till I see him laudable. Don't believe me that these MAs(middle-aged's) are suckers? Oh btw, i have MA parents too, so please don't start thinking about you parents and get offended, this is a general observation(but believe me, your & my parents may have some of the MA traits too..maybe for good, but they are there.) Well, let me put out a check-list. 1. Either the MAs find the other person's kids better mannered than their own & declare that in front of their little angels(which you know is heart-breaking fo

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 16 ; the sixteenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . They say every day is a celebration. This, I believe, is just an impractical saying. Nevertheless I thank god for having me born in a country like India, where, almost every day is a celebration. Celebrations are important, they help us keep the lightness in life. Little smiles can account for a lot of joy. After weeks of work, slogging our arses, a weekend of cheer with friends and family makes up for the loss of smiles during the week. What do I love about celebrations? The lights - the amazing lights, the elegant dresses, the beautiful music, the movement and the joy. The food, the drink, the chats, the pictures & the anticipation of something..something unusual. The crowds, the energy, the love. And of course, those who make all this possible, frie

That's the last time I saw her healthy. 6 years after she passed away from leukemia, this year, somehow i miss her more than the other yrs, or maybe i miss her equally every yr & it's just in my head that i feel it is stronger each year. It is very difficult to forget bad things that happen in your life, but do you ever get these fits where these certain good memories, that you didn't  think you had any more, just pop up into your head? Well i certainly do. I don't know whether you read my previous post, but i had promised my blog (:p) that my next post will be a happy  one, and i keep my promises, even if they are made to a computer program. So yesterday i was sitting in my room, doing nothing, as always..this little memory popped into my head of those cool sunny days when i used to sit outside with my grandmother on the folding bed, eat oranges and play around the mulberry bush underneath their apartment. I can not describe the joy i feel just remembering tha

Have you seen that girl Who wears vibrant colours The sun shines upon her The grass grows around The road walks with her The birds her companions Across the country and town. Have you seen that smile Those rosy cheeks That glow of skin That freedom in breath? Or have you seen her pain Her anger, her darkness Tell me what  have you seen of her.

We all feel strongly about the British Raj in India and India's struggle for independence. We were done wrong by the British(so were various other countries). Now in the modern day, all countries have learnt to live in mutual harmony, respecting each other's independence. Recently there was a video circulating on Facebook that showed Lord Macaulay's statement given to the British parliament on Feb2, 1835. It described how he had traveled across the length and breadth of India and saw great richness both in terms of wealth and morals. He said that India had a strong backbone of Spiritual and Cultural Heritage(which i believe, to this date, implies). He proposed to replace the ancient education system & culture with the British system. He said, "If Indians think that all that is foreign is good & greater than their own, they will become a truly dominated nation." Basically the video meant to send out the news that some rich guy in India, Mr Sanjiv Mehta

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When this world was going crazy I stood up, for myself and this world I marched, I worked, I loved I helped, I created I blessed, I prayed, I praised Today the world is a beauty Full of lush green forests Little children playing in the gardens Small families, big families and the biggest, this earth, this world All happy, all peaceful, all beautiful And I, I lay here on this barren piece of earth Bare and brown No green, no blue, yellow or orange Just bare brown It’s growing grey, dark And I, I wish all of that would actually be true. i tore the page off and kept it in a diary and was pretty embarrassed. never wrote a thing again.

I do understand that some people want to know more about things they are interested in. But who says it is compulsory? It is often seen that in our school curriculum, we are forced to learn about scientists if we want to learn science. Sure knowing about great people and their methods is both inspiring and informative..but what if we want to be absolutely original? One must agree, inspiration does cause adulteration of pure art and innovation. Our subconscious mind does do the Copy-Paste thing. Can a Scientist not be inspired by his own curiosity instead of Einstein? Can an Astronomer not be inspired by the stars instead of Galileo? Can a Painter not be inspired by the landscape instead of Monet ? Can a Dancer not be inspired by movement instead of Anna Pavlova? Can a Musician not be inspired by sounds instead of Beethoven? Can a Writer not be inspired by his own experiences instead of Charles Dickens? Do we really need to know the Master of the Game to play the game? What in

We all know Google is offering some beautiful background images for the google home page. But for those who don't already know, in addition to Google Chrome having themes designed by google, it is also offering themes by different artists to match your tastes. (Personally i feel that these themes are better than those offered by google ) These themes range in colour from shades of pink to blue , and from white to black. The patterns include everything between flowers, butterflies and animal prints. Themes also include Toffees, Cars and Games; and ofcourse cartoon s(like famous Japanese cartoon, K-On) and celebrities (currently Britney and Mariah were the two i sighted). Here's a little sample: Mariah K-On The one I'm currently using

Here's something i wrote as a child(copied as it is, no editing done) but sill believe in. Plants provide us with food and oxygen, key requirements of life. Plants are responsible for our lives. They should be God. It's odd we cut and burn our God. (and btw, make our own survival difficult each day) The Sun gives us light and heat energy. We can't function without this Star.   So sun's also God. And people actually did and do worship the Sun. So the Waterbodies are God too. Water, the fundamental of life. And we pollute are God. And lastly, why leave out Human Beings. In this civilised world, we all depend on one another for survival. So each person around us is God. (And so are the Animals. You know how you don't prefer to wear anything but cotton  in summers, remmember where that comes from. ) ...well not that i instruct you to worship all of the above, but plead you to show some respect. Everything that we do ultimately effects us. Do it for yourse

              Everyday disasters happen so that the people watching may have a laugh. :)