Chaitanya..... life, knowledge

The leaves fly with the air, after long sleep from the day,
The feet plays the music for them to obey.
He walks through the path unchosen and unseen;
Where the grass is still fresh and radiant green.


People talk and laugh at his back,
But that is not what he would track.
He would know that he was different;
But none could make him feel bad without his consent.


He would talk, think and sometimes even whisper,
But his ideas would always be fresh and crisper.
He would speak less and not to many does he;
But every time he did he would achieve scot free.


A photographer, designer and also a very good friend he is,
Only his touch could make the water fizz.
But why do people not see him from inside;
A child so very delicate he hides aside...?


But I have observed and now I know,
He is the only one with no shadow.
Like the sun he shines up high;
The only one in the world you could always rely...

Secrets Revealed... [for you capsicum]

It was a fine day at the college and I met a few juniors, very helpful, very sweet and charming. There were people around, people I knew and people I did not. And a few friends who were no more friends with me. We had eye contact a couple of times, but none of us would take the initiative to talk. On that day, friendship day, we could have forgotten the past and tied friendship bands, but we did not. Because we knew it was not our mistake through out, there was a third mastermind.

Whenever I look back to those days I remember the kind of person we used to be in a group. Understanding, sharing, compromising and most of all friendly. "He is the kind of guy who will be with you as long as he likes. The instant he realizes that you are better, he will make you feel sorry by insulting you in front of others. He will try to impose his superiority on you and will do it without even thinking twice. This is the kind of guy he is."

And these words haunt me even now. I never believed her and I would never believe her. I never let her influence my decision to be friends with him. But this is exactly what happened. She became the only reason for us to be what we are now- Strangers...

I walked around and tied friendship bands to known faces. Sometimes an unknown face would appear and still I would tie a band. This was the magic of friendship day in our college. Even the strangers would come and befriend you. The ground was full of colorful people. Some wore blue, some black, some green and red. And most of the time I would come across a purple T-shirt. It was him.

After spending about an hour in the ground floor my friends decided that we went up to our departmental floor and see our class mates. I was just walking up the stairs when a tall guy in white approached me from behind. He looked familiar and though not a friend but he was someone I knew. He was Sunny. The same guy who used to spend time with us in the group. He was one of them, someone who was the main reason why we were no more in speaking terms with each other. "Could I talk to you for sometime? Five minutes, thats all I need."

I pretended to look at my watch trying to find words and finally said, "Sure why not." When I walked through the crowd, I was wondering why he called. Maybe he wanted to be friends again, maybe they have finally realized that all they have heard about me was wrong and that they wanted us back again. But then when we stopped walking he broke the silence. "See, we never wanted all that had happened. Actually nothing happened between us. I don't even know why we are not talking and seriously speaking I have no idea where it all started from. Why don't you tell me_" he looked at me and asked, "who was the one who started it and when did it get started?"

"You were friends with them even before I was, so you tell me what happened and why was I held responsible?" We were not arguing, we were very calm and tried to maintain it through out.

"I want to ask you if I can trust you." And all I could say was, "Yes you can trust me."

"So you don't know where it all happened from, who did it?"

I knew there I would do it wrong. I asked him to trust me but I would lie to him instantly. But I had no other way. I did not want to be responsible for any fights. "I know it started but I never knew when. All I knew was that you wanted some time alone and Kushal told me that you would not talk with us. I respected your decision and made no attempts to talk you over so that I don't end up looking desperate."

Wish I could tell you it was capsicum. She was the one and the first one to even put light on the matter. 'There is a way he looks at you, its very uncomfortable and being a girl you always know if someone is looking at you badly.' These were the words she used to say. And all we could do was listen to all that crap. And I never knew when this statement modified to- 'She said me that he was this kind of, even she has caught him red-handed. I am not the only one saying it. Others have come across this too. And she said be aware of this guy...' All had come to me, like I was the one who enlightened on this fact. But it was too late to prove myself. The harm was done.

"That was all I wanted to ask." And he looked away and concluded, "Thank you for talking."

That was it, he was gone and so was I walking towards the stairs. Did I do right, was it better this way that they still think that I had done it? Why did I not say the truth? I was confused and I lost the chance to prove me right. And then I realized, I did not have to. I lost all my friends already and now it did not matter if I am alone. Now I have learned to live with it. And till someone reads it and understands the truth, I am not going to make any attempts to prove that all this time I was clean....


(the short story is based on fiction and there is no resemblance to any person living or dead)

Skin of a girl....

Its so disgusting at some points of time to look around and see that you are a girl...
For others being born as a girl can be more than a blessing, for me, it doesn't just work the same way. Sometimes I trace my life from my childhood and see that I have never been happy to accept myself in the skin of a girl. Maybe I was never meant to be one.
All my life I have taken girls as a subject of study, now that I am living inside a girls hostel, I have built this strong resistant to the girls species. The ideas and need of a girl can be so contagious that it takes all the people around in it. Its she that decides what happens around. And what the girls fight for is a position in the crowd that guaranties attention.
And there are sub-categories as you dig deeper into their psychology.
1) Some who tend to accept all that comes their way. In a spiritual way they try to represent a figure that gives an idea of them being a social and emotional person. Physically week but spiritually strong enough to stick to their ancestral, pre-defined beliefs.
2) Then there is this kind of, where they are active. Physically compatible to make it through the average requirements of challenge. They have an ability to bring in attention of people and make the people go her direction and see what she wants them to see. Even if the opposition has varying ideas, they will still agree to her because she is stronger.
3) The third kind, very bossy and takes initiative to every matter. She has the power to control and sort the differences. If she speaks everyone has to accept. Most of the time what she speaks is right, or at least she is prepared to use her words cleverly with every bit of diplomacy that it never is noticed.


And the most shocking thing is to realize that the most extreme of psychological cases when talking of a girl falls in the third type.

• If these qualities are used for good she can be the most honest person on earth.
• Otherwise she is the worst friend one can have.

But then if the girls are good there are other factors that effects their functionality. Too much appreciation from others; realizing that she is important; to know that she is very near to the best person around....


I am so sick of the girls that I feel its a curse to be around that much of controversies. I wish against all the others that I can turn myself to a boy. They can hate but are considerate, they can stay quiet but speak for themselves, they can fight but stop when situation calls for it, they can choose to win but still give up if that is fun... Of all that they can do is forgive and forget... THAT is what a girl cannot do and that is what makes them the most hated species of all for me....


GIRLS ARE MEAN AND PLASTIC...