Musings Of A Disoriented Critter

Each day brings about surprises, each day digs up deepest of the memories. After one long day, I was on the phone talking to a good friend of mine. Was it like 3 days back we exchanged numbers? Each evening's been spent talking to her, playing with her pup, and sharing our thoughts, and our love for horror movies, and music. Then emerged Owl City, one of our favorite artists. Silhouette always rang my bells, and as we shared our love for him, we stumped across Fireflies , a song that gave us goosebumps, a song that took us to our deepest dreams.. "I like to make my self believe,    that planet earth turns slowly.... It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep,    cause everything is never as it seems...  Wen I fall asleep." It takes me back every time.. I woke up to the jerk of the speed bumps on the road. The bus decided a halt in the middle of the road. Was it 3 in the morning,  I fell asleep to Owl City after one tiring day at...

Thought this as yet another normal beginning of the week, with the former weekend filled with gaming, movies, nights out, and coding. Quite a normal PDC class (well, can't ever call that normal), and a normal (aka boring) CRE class, and a fun-filled CAD class. A blurry afternoon trying to find the steady state in a 2--tank interacting system... A normal evening out with a friend, a normal evening of chatting, Parasyte, and OITNB... A normal evening of my roomie attending calls, and me chatting with my ma'am... Was it that I was talking of how the new movie wasn't so appealing to me, then I noticed my college Whatsapp group change its name to "RIP APJ ABDUL KALAM"... It came off as a shock to me. This can't be true. I HAD to validate it with a google search, but the news was clear... India lost another Bharath Ratna. It wasn't long before my Facebook and Hike were flooding with notifications of the homage being played to the great man!  "Gi...

Ever had a day that just makes you feel like yourself, stripped off all the filters and masks that paint a facade that says, "Am really fine!". I don't really see if typing this out will even be any bit amusing to you guys. Out of the fun times, there are 'reality check' times. I guess this is one such days for me. Waking up to the overcast skies, and a surprisingly pleasant morning, I heard a knock on my door. The newspaper agents trying out their luck to reel in readers. He hadn't the one I needed. He said what he had to say with me not listening a bit but with me nodding like a goose, he left. I started out, brushed and freshened up trying to shake off the drowsiness of the night. The previous night has been okay. Back from a movie, my insomniac self sat up doing nothing, well, I did sleep earlier, though. Was at the mess when my phone rang? My ATM card has arrived, and is waiting at the Post Office, so I'm needed to grab it before college st...

It was late. Any sane head would want to hit the bed and drift off into the sweet world of dreams. But, I didn't want to. Wrapped in my blanket, my eyes strained, my head refused to rest. It can't help but contemplate... Contemplate of all the choices I've made. Am I really happy about now? I can't say so with a straight face. Each day do I walk the paths of my life conscious of what I am, what I've been. Am I really proud of myself? I don't know that. Sometimes do I wish I could go back in time to tweak a little bit, make tiny changes. The end of Intermediate first year... I realized something about me, tried to subdue myself in a frantic attempt for acceptance. Did I win it, yes... Did I stay for long? No. Was leaving easy? Well, it was one of the most painful of times. I know I lost a part of my sanity. I know that I can't retrieve it back. Took me almost three years to get in terms with myself. But, even as I type this out, I do feel my fingers shakin...

The Cuckoo comes in April She sings her song in May She changes her tune   In the month of June And July she flies away... In unison did we sing of this prodigy ever wondering where it came from and where it flew away. Well, I didn't know about others, but looking out of the window looking into its eyes, ever did I wish to ask it of its whereabouts. This little poem resonated in my head every time I heard the cuckoo's song. In those lonely warm afternoons when most of the humanity is enjoying their siestas, its song kept me company. Does its song really mean something. Each year, each of its songs had a secret way of speaking to my heart. Sometimes it called out for adventuring, sometimes it called out to play with colors, sometimes to rediscover lost dreams, sometimes to just doze off dreaming away of an uncertain future. But, in the facade of beauty and awe, there lies in, its stone dark secret of its birth and survival. Born in its host's n...