A Love-Hate Story

Sunshine In A Bottle

The last two months were pretty rough for me. There is this guy I know (Let’s call him Adam for now) whose company was mentally draining. My endorphins copiously started pouring out of my brain’s faucet every time he was around. But here’s the thing: I didn’t have an option to neglect him this time because his family had come to visit mine. Over the past few years, puberty happened, paradigms shifted, positivity snuck in, and I had learnt to accept people for who they are. But my opinion of him? Stuck with me like a leech. To me, he was a nasty, exhausting, unnecessary existence. Bluntly put, I hated him. I was too stubborn to reexamine my intense feelings of dislike. As a kid, he had always been the reason for my poor self-esteem, lack of faith in my capabilities, my sudden bursts of anguish, global warming, poverty, mental disorders…

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I am Silver


I breathe in pollution,

Perhaps it is

The murk caused by



I feel their scorching gazes

Upon me

And I feel my shield

Take over


I want to breathe

But all I sense is disapproval

And the disappointment

Of yet another


I wish I was like them

And even as I wish so

I know I’m too far

From the mundane –


I am too close to

My soul,

One that believes in the

Unification of my senses


I am too synchronised

With the tangled

Symphony of a cloudless

Sky, blowing a light breeze


I cared and dared

To breathe in what they gave me

And I realised

I had to let go of toxic air


I waited

And the judgment was back

But I felt slightly lighter


I could see

I could hear

I could feel

I could smell


And all I smelled was pungent



And I hated back


And I fought back


And I tried

To win them back…


And soon

I realised

That I am me

And I am silver, like steel.


I am like them

And yet I am not.

I am like them

And yet I gleam like they do not.


I realised

I do not blend in

For I will always stand out


I do not appear in


And in falsehood


For I am above and beyond


For I am blissful when

In synchronisation with

My soul


For I am me




I do not blend




The Dreamcatcher Series

I visited a poor community of people close to where I live.

I asked them to hold up a dreamcatcher, so I could click a photo of them, after which I asked them what their ambitions were.

I received an interesting set of responses, from children and adults alike.

Most children wish to grow up to educate others. Most adults wish to lead a life where they are not required to work all day just to obtain the most basic form of comfortable living, such as, a safe home.

It was an incredibly touching experience, and I am now in the ideation and brainstorming stage of working towards a better future for this community and others around.


Artistic Expression – About Me

For someone who has never had trouble articulating, I was initially rendered speechless and thoughtful when posed with this question.

I am undoubtedly an extremely expressive person, relentlessly animated with gestures, and absurd expressions that just about describe what I feel.

Artistically, however, my expression usually comes through in various forms. I begin here, at writing, innately emphatic in my approach, even as I tend to beat around the bush often (but you probably noticed that, already!). I may whisper, and I may SCREAM; I may sing melodiously, and I may screech. I might giggle merrily, or sob in a frenzied state of agony – all, in my writing; and you will always know. I usually write a lot of poetry, which is my favourite mode of expression and sometimes, I write short stories, too.

Writing is an important part of me but it is not the only way I express myself. I also dance, play musical instruments, and cook.

When I dance, I express my confidence and my boldness, while exploring inner sensuality. When I play music, I express my determination and commitment, for I have always learned to play instruments by myself. When I cook, I express my creativity, and love for innovation, as I blend strange and unexplored flavours together, for the sake of experimentation.

Thus, to answer your question, this is how I express myself – This is who I am.


Have You Felt Infinite? (A Book Review)

(The Perks of Being a Wallflower – A Review)

Has there ever been a moment in your life, when you felt ‘infinite’? If the first thing that flashed in your head was the thought of three teenagers driving through a tunnel, ocean waves, and lights downtown, I know you’ve read ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’!

A simple, powerfully written, enthralling book about growing up, it moved me to tears, with its sheer brilliance. Written by Stephen Chbosky, in the year, 1999, it seems fresh and captivating, even 14 years later.

A simple, yet, haunting book, it provokes the imagination and wonder of the reader. Being a heartfelt story about growing up and the emotional and physical trauma that adolescents encounter, it has been written surprisingly bluntly. It takes the reader into the world of Charlie, the main character, who narrates his story through a series of letters, whose receiver’s identity remains a mystery. In fact, there is no mention of Charlie’s family name, no mention of places, and is, all-in-all, very mysterious, which leaves the reader wondering what might have been the reaction of the person who Charlie addresses his letters to.

The reader is taken for a roller-coaster ride through the obscure world of high school, through first dates, family crises, through loneliness, friendship, sex, drugs, and music.

Every time that I read a book, I can always point out my favorite character. In this book, however, the characters seem more real, and I cannot pick any single person. In fact, they seem so real to me, that I found myself wishing I could meet them, and live through the life-changing experiences that they live through, in the book. The story has a marvelous hint of suspense throughout it, and it kept me guessing. I couldn’t find the strength to put down the book, when bedtime arrived much faster than usual, and I found myself reading under the covers, in minimum light. That’s how gripping I found the book.

My favorite part of the book, which I have to shed a dim light on, has to be the part where Charlie mentions how he feels “infinite”. I cannot explain to you what it means, if you haven’t read the book; It’s the kind of feeling you understand when you’re so engrossed in something, that nothing else seems to make sense anymore.

By the end of the book, I was in tears. There were tears of sadness, joy, delight at having read something so mind-numbing and beautiful, the feeling of being “infinite”-It was ALL THERE!

The only complaint that I had against the author was, that the book ended too soon. Although, it wasn’t an abrupt end, I couldn’t help wishing there was more to something as breathtaking as this.

If you are an adolescent, embarking on the journey of the teenage years, or if you are a teenager, this book is a MUST read. Whether you are a boy, or a girl, read it. I assure you, you will feel “infinite” at the end, especially if you are an avid reader, like I am.


If I had to rate it, I’d give it: 10/10, for the plot, the writing style, for the usage of grammar, and for a lovely gift to humanity.


The Rise of Alternative Music in India

Alternative music is a genre of rock music that emerged in the 1980s from the independent music underground. It went on to become widely popular in the 1990s, coming to the forefront with bands such as Nirvana, Alter Bridge and REM. Alternative music was typically not very commercial, and was essentially characterized by independent label records. Initially known as ‘college rock’, due to its popularity on college radio systems, it came to be known as ‘alternative rock’ due to its distinct rhythm and style of music, setting it apart from the mainstream. Ironically enough, due to this genre’s highly appealing style, it has seemingly redefined the mainstream.

In the recent past, alternative music in India has seen a rising trend. While it is still significantly underground, and seeks inspiration from alternative acts in the USA and the UK, there has been a definite increase in the number of alternative musical groups in India. Indian bands such as Virgin Creep, from Guwahati, have begun to make their foray into the alternative music scenario in India, seeking to change the predominance of metal music in the North-East.  With the support of another band, Lucid Recess, Virgin Creep made a smooth transition from metal to alternative music, following the grievous death of a band member.  Their music, as recorded in Lucid Recess’ studio is rather introspective, dealing with human complexities instead of the characteristic darkness of metal music.

Another intriguing musical band is Mumbai-based Anthracite. Their contribution to the trend of music in India is rather fascinating, owing to the fact that in spite of being a metal band, they infuse an incredible alternative tone to their music, making them highly appealing to the youth. Having performed at various locations across the country, including college festivals, the band does surprising justice to the initial label for alternative music – ‘college rock’. They started off as a small group of like-minded friends, just playing covers of popular rock and metal songs, before they realized that originality appealed to them on an inexplicable level.

Bands like Parikrama, Indian Ocean, and Avial, from different parts of India, have displayed their bravado and musical talent with their experiments in music, by combining genres, instruments and languages – thus, paving the way for an entirely new definition of alternative music.

Online radio channels such as Radio Flote and Radio 79 are easily responsible for a large part of the rising trend in Indian Alternative Music. Since it is a relatively new medium for musicians to display their talent, there is no definite guarantee of earning revenue through their music. Nevertheless, the exposure thus gained, and the rise in audience, is immense, and contributes to the acclaim of these musicians.

As evident, musical boundaries have never been more merged in India, as they are now, and it is indeed exciting to watch newer bands emerge and venture out into the musical world in a country as culturally diverse as India.

The Typewriter


Tired days,
A little hazy –
A blur of tedious work
A rush of vertigo in the fervor of
Completing my work.

Weary days,
All work and no play –
I feel dull,
And I feel angsty,
But I have no option.

Blurry days,
Beginning in monotony
And ending like that too.
But then –
A sort of magic takes over.

Magical nights,
My hands working;
Thoughts transforming –
Words flowing –

Rustic nights,
A sepia tone
Casting its charm
Over the sleeping and the awake –

Beautiful nights,
Nights like mine:
Eloquent and shining,
In sepia and in color, too –
Delicious delight.