Moonlight Musings

So, after a long, long time, there was a power fault somewhere in the city and our colony was plunged into delicious darkness.

In the days before the pretty low-cost power backup systems, when I was a little kid; small-towners us, I mean the whole neighborhood, used to gather onto lawns/rooftops in the event of a night powercut--- kids telling each-other spooky stories, dads together blaming the electricity department for irregular maintainence and picking the faults of the administration in general, and moms all together preparing dinner by candlelight and discussing the latest trends in jewellery to "101 Ways Of Tackling Unruly Children" and everything in between.

It was all interesting, in a way. And doesn't happen anymore.

But me, I preferred solitude today; and armed with a scarf, went outside on the patio, shut the door of the room to prevent any streaks of light from inside falling on the patio and thus spoiling the effect; and sat down to enjoy the scene.

There was a light mist all around, a nearly-half-moon floating in an ink-blue sky among silvery-gray clouds; and the leaves of the kachnaar tree against it. It was good--- the fuzzy, blurred shadows and silhouettes because of the mist, the absolute stillness of the night, the pale moonlight--- it was wonderful.

What disappointed me was the limited presence of this ambience around me. Lapsing into an almost-dream, I wished I could have a huge estate in the suburbs of some beautiful place. A stone mansion with long French windows overlooking wide gardens; a cobbled pathway; a panoramic view of the countryside; some old windmill in the distance; bright white fences; flowers; huge oak and maple trees...
Then a succession of images floated across. Rain, thunderstorm, lightning, candlelight reflected on polished wood, a friend, remembrances...

I woke up and smiled at the obsessive charm of such an unreal, idyllic life, something which happens only in novels. No way this was gonna happen to me. Ever. Reality is so completely different. In reality, I'm just this ordinary girl, hoping, studying and struggling to shape a life for herself.
In reality, I would most probably get to have nothing more than a moderately-sized house on a noisy city street.

:/

The mist had drifted away. The moonlight turned from pure clean pale blue to a dull sickly yellow; and the shadows and silhouettes of the tree leaves were starkly outlined, the jagged edges clearly visible.
No softened, blurred edges; no dreaminess.

Slightly disappointed, I came back inside.

Beyond Fences

That flower hanging beyond the fence
So lovely, so perfect
Just what I need
To enhance my dress
For today's prom.
But I can't reach it
Somehow it's too far away
Over the garden fence
For my hand to get it
And there's dad waiting in the car
For me to come
There's not enough time
So I've got to go without
The flower I so badly want.

It often happens so in life
There are so many things
You want to get
You think you deserve them
Think you really need them
Things you strive for
Would even die for...
But the time to go always comes
You aren't ever able to have
What you thought would
Enhance your life
You are never able to reach out
And grasp what is tempting you
Because there is no time left
And because these things are
Beyond fences.

Pink and Green

I want to...

Not necessarily in the same order, I just decided to write down all that I want myself to be this year.
Somebody please remind me about this post if I start to crib about life in general.

So, this year onwards, I want to

• wake up each morning, and feel in love with the day.
• be able to expect little, and give lots.
• maintain connections with all those who matter.
• never lose sight of my goals.
• do my best to achieve them.
• write more, and write better.
• learn to play a stringed instrument.
• be more informed about the world and its ways.
• er...stick to a fitness schedule. (that's just a better way of saying that I want to slim down) :P
• get unaddicted to Harry Potter stuff.
  
• cut down internet usage.
• cut down on my 'daydreaming time'. :D
• stop thinking a lot about trivial matters.
• stop thinking about unpleasant things/prospects.
• be a better daughter.
• be a better friend.

Guess that's enough for now. Er..if you are really reading till now...don't forget the reminder part.

And oh, a happy new year again.

Ring in the new...

So. Another year is about to end. Nothing much happening in the way of a celebration here. Got a nasty sprain in the ankle--tripped on the stairs. Bleah. So now I can say that I'm all set to open the doors to a brand-new year...just that I'll be limping on the way as I rush out to welcome 2007.
:)
Life is ironical sometimes.

Anyways, here's wishing ya all another year of happiness, 12 months of prosperity, 52 weeks filled with success, 365 days of goodluck, 8760 hours of gladness, 525600 hours of fun; and may every second be filled with appreciation for life! Happy New Year.

A wintry, rainy, cloudy afternoon is all it takes to trigger (how I hate using such..er..bloody words) the imagination of poor moi.

It was really wonderful on tuesday. I just love winter rains. It poured down..and there was such delicious coldness and streams of white, nebulous fog were swirling around everywhere. Made me want to have coffee and a dil se talk with...er...a certain somebody.

:)
*goes daydreaming*

Interpretations

A few days ago, two little kids came to spend the day at my place-- children of one of my mum's friends.
Both of them were watching a kids' channel on the telly, when there came an advisory warning before a certain PG-rated show.

(am translating in English for the sake of the non-Hindi people, if any, who happen to read this.)

The older kid : "See, what's written on the TV screen ---...'Pogo advises that kids should watch the next program alongwith their parents.'..Do you know what that means?"

The younger kid : "Yeah I do. It means that the next program is so good that the kids' parents should also watch it."

He spoke sooo innocently, I couldn't help but laugh.
:)

Arrghh

Might as well admit it, I screwed up the exam. And the result's gonna screw me up. To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Yeah right.
Whatever.

And the saddest part is that I knew everything that was asked in the paper. That is, until I began to get my pen doing it. And then I went blank. Can't believe it, I JUST BLOODY HELL WENT BLANK.
Did not panic at once. Breathed deep; once, twice.
And then panicked.

Dear Father in Heaven, why did you choose this day only for Sherry's-First-Ever-Experience-Of-Going-Blank-In-The-Exam. I mean, such a momentous event could have waited, couldn't it?

Practical Application

Sheesh, studying science kinda kills your creativity. And tomorrow is my physics exam. And our tuitions teacher has come up with a grand new scheme-- he's made all of us tell him the marks we expect to get in this exam. And if anybody gets marks below the targeted, I dare not think of the consequences.

And yours truly, like the whimsical girl that she is, told him 62 out of 70. This is the sad part.

But I just couldn't help sharing this question I found in the Kinematics part of the textbook. Read it--

"A drunkard comes out of a pub and starts walking in a narrow lane just outside it. He takes 5 steps forward and 3 steps backward, then again 5 steps forward and three steps backward, and so on. Each step is 1 metre long and requires 1 second..."

And the last line just cracked me up--

"....Determine how long it takes him to fall in a ditch 13 metre away from the pub."

Practical applications of physics, eh?

"People"

Arti di wrote this post and it just reminded me of a similar poem I'd written a long time back.

"People"

It was a cold and misty night
Misty was the street and misty the streetlight
I cared not, but the wind had a bite
'Cause Dad was driving me to a party site.

We were passing through a lonely lane,
What I saw, people look at with disdain.
A young woman, crouched by the roadside,
With a little kid, trying to hide.

Her clothes were torn by usage for years
Her once-comely face blotched with tears.
Only some rags keeping out cold and her fears
The kid very pale for want of care,
She watching passers with a silent stare.

I watched for a moment, but it went to the heart,
As the headlight beamed, I saw her start
A gleam of hope came in her eyes,
Seeing the car pass, which changed to a sigh.

I recalled her face, its pallid hue
Why I couldn't forget her, I never knew
"What will she do, what will.."
I kept on thinking, till
"Time to step down," I heard Dad say
I walked to the party, all glitter and no gray.

There were lots of people there
Talking in groups or pair
Sounds of music and of laughter
Were seeming to ring the rafter.

I contrasted the image,
Same was their and that girl's age
Their clothes were 'torn' too, not with use,
But that was the latest rage!
Couldn't help noticing, the difference was so immense
Between the rich and the poor, so high a fence.

There is this disparity wall
A beggar with a tattered shawl
But people buying furs in a trendy mall...
Doesn't God hear the poor call?

Why this difference, what do you say?
I've wondered since that day.

Exams and little-somethings

People say school days are one of the best parts of your life. Yeah right, just don't talk about the exams. Which are the most anxious days I have to go thru. Which are happening to me right now.
I don't get it. Almost all the absolutely lovely teachers of my school have made it their latest mission to demoralize and disappoint the students in every way possible. At least that is what it seems. Extra-high difficulty levels, extra-lengthy question papers, extra-voluminous courses , and an extra-wide extra-cruel smirk whenever they come across a student doing some last-minute cramming the day of the exam. I tell you, if all this could be likened to any offer, it could rival any of Big Bazaar's bulk-buying schemes. Extra-anxiety and extra-disappointment free with each exam.

And people say life is just one complicated series of examinations and tests, in every sphere of it.
I can only sigh.

Some little things can make a day really nice. After the exam today, one of my better friends told me he wanted to tell me something
Me: "Hmm..go ahead."
He: "Well..um..err..it's just that....."
Me: Yeah?
He: "Okay I just can't get it out right now. How about later?"
Me: "Fine."

It could be anything, but judging by the expression on his face, it's supposed to be something pleasant.
I get very impatient when people leave things in the lurch just like that. I wait for him to tell. You wait for updates.
:)

Welcome back to Serendipity.

"Henceforth, this blog shalt not falter in its purpose to give thee something worth reading, as often as possible. Sherry promiseth thou.
Oh, and yes, blessed will be the one who Blogrolleth this and giveth me comments."

(*sigh* okay, now I know I cannot even try to write in archaic English.)

Anyways, as I said, I'm going to be a regular blogger once again, after all the gaps and hiatuses. Keep coming back.

:)

Life is good. Blogging feels good. And comments and feedback feel even better. You get what I mean?
*smiles contentedly*

Someday

I'm just darn freaked out about this sleepy town I live in. Always so dusty, so hot all around the year..and now it has simply REFUSED to let the winter enter. It's November 13th and still the day is so really hot..argh.
I don't like this place, the dust, the grime, the everything.


My dream-place-to-live-in would be some lovely riverside town, with a quaint and ancient look about it. Promenades along the river, maple-lined streets that turn yellow-orange in autumn, a large cobbled square, warmly lighted storefronts, and lovely weather. Oh, and I would like a suburban villa with lots and lots of trees around it.
And did I mention a red convertible?



Maybe someday I get to live my dream.

How would your dream place look like? Has anyone of you got to live the dreams you had at 16?

Sixteen

So last month I turned sixteen. Nothing much, really. In fact, I was rather sad coz one more teen year had gone by. I obviously don't know how it feels like to be twenty-something, but most of you would agree that teen years are the funnest years, right?
[Heck, there are important-er things than proper grammar, no? :D]

Anyways, you guess what-- Mom n Dad decided to gift me a new car.
Oh yes oh yes *bows graciously to your applause*
*glee*
Actually, here's a confession: I don't know how to drive a two-wheeler. AND I've never rode a bicycle since..um...like ..say..seven years. BUT I learnt to drive a car last year and of course, having no other choice, ahem, I take it along to coaching classes and stuff.

[Now if anyone of you reading this is a trafffic police officer, or the mother's aunt's son's cousin of the second cousin twice removed, or whatever, of a trafffic police officer, please don't come to get me about my drivers' license. Pleeaassse.]

So what I now need to decide is the color of the car, which is going to be delivered in about a week. Shortlisted colors are red and black. At times I have a vision in my mind's eye of myself driving a black car, and at other times a vision of myself driving a red one. These two images change and fluctuate so much that what I now see is myself driving a brown car.

Okay, that was plain silly, but what do u say? Red or Black?

Hiatus.

Hi all.


*trumpets and drumroll*

I repeat, it's lovely to be back to blogging. [and all the more lovelier coz of all that time u spent convincing/coaxing ur parents that u NEED renewing a net connection :P ]

Anyways, so here i am, after like 4 months...to offer my two cents on life.
[Not that anybody was like pining away bcoz of my posts..er...rather, lack thereof.]

Keep coming back to read.

:)

Renewing Connections

OH..what a great feeling it is to see my dear beloved blogosphere again....

My internet connnection's been down for long..unfortunately, it is still so..(and this darn spacebar at the cyber cafe's computer is darn wornoutandstuck..oops..therefore, forgivemeforanysuch 'long words' ..!)


I'm afraid the blogosphere has forgotten me.....:(
But the great news is that i'm soon off to The North-East of India..for a long holiday. Will come back and surely treat y'all to the pix of that pleasant, cool, salubrious land...

And I have to renew connections, both literally and figuratively..

Back Soon. Mmwah.

Yeh India hai...yahan aisa hee hotaa hai...

So very recently, a German immigrant student was raped in one of the hotels in my city, by one of her Indian friends, with whom she was travelling.

The next day and till a few days after, the local newspapers printed the photographs of a large crowd of people watching from outside the court and police station premises, where the victim had been taken to file her statement of accusation. Another point you could easily observe was that the people comprising the crowd were all men.

I mean, why such sudden interest in this case, Gentlemen? You don't crowd around the police station when a person who has been robbed on the highway goes to file the report....you don't do so when anybody goes to complain about a burglary, or a family fued....Hell, you don't even do so when the nondescript village woman reports a case of a rape....Then why the excessive concern about this particular case? What do you want to see? Why?

One might tell them that if they are that much interested in watching the proceedings, why don't they go and stand outside the consumer courts? Those are courts as well.

Another thing was, while the victim was apparently deliberately made to cover her face, the rapist, who's the son of a high-profile police officer, was not. He looked so ultra-confident from those newspaper clips...like as if he were the one demanding justice...

I don't know if such a thing happens in other parts of the world too, but it is certainly very common in our country. Where does the answer, the reason lie? Is it the sick mentality of most of the society...or is it all deliberate? I think the former is closer to the truth.

And often we console ourselves saying "Yeh India hai...yahan aisa hee hotaa hai..."

'Kay, hotaa hai...but it's high time our society needs to get outta this mindset.

But how do we get others to do that?

.
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Exams from second....see y'all later.
Oh Twenty-seventh of March...where are you...? Don't you know I long for you...?

Wrote a Haiku

"Clutched the coffee cup
Until no more warmth was left
In its emptiness. "