Tuesday, 10 November 2015

Mystery Of Early Morn

I don't want to give her a face
The one who writes in hazy days

Let her be the imaginary form
Residing in clouds of early morn

She may look like a regular being
But inside her lies the mysterious teen
The one who is a lot more
Than the waves hitting water shore

If you think, you know her well
Its all illusion, I can tell.

She is an enigma
Larger than artist's imagination
Bigger than God's creation
Twister than writer's plot
The one with never-ending train of thought

Like an open book she stands
Lets you read the page she wants
You don't get to choose
Reading the whole is against rules

She remains a mystery
Even to herself
Some pages are blank
To be filled by an elf

Will ever come a day
When the my
stery will unlock
Will ever stars shine
In early morn?









Friday, 14 August 2015

Much-ARCHI

It has been over an year since I have joined college. And it would be unfair not to dedicate a post to this new phase.

SO HOW IS LIFE AS AN ARCHITECTURE STUDENT?

Obviously it begins with the stationary shopping. You end up having so many things that you are clueless and curious at the same time. In a month, you become a pro with all instruments, parallel bar and set squares. And that is when the real exploration begins. You realise architecture is much wider and deeper than you assumed it to be.

The real deal starts with the assignments, the number of which increases day by day. Sleep becomes the long lost friend. And you become the group of strange kids roaming and measuring random
places. More like being caught up in a cycle of:

ASSIGNMENTS- SHEETS- NO SLEEP- REPEAT



Though the time appears to pass in the cycle of assignments and the term architecture changes to archiTORTURE, one can't really deny that it is fun too. Travelling, exploring, the college trips, everything.

If you have the passion for it, no matter how many times you complain about assignments or your designs get rejected, your love for architecture just grows day by day.


Tuesday, 7 July 2015

Who Punishes God?

"God will punish the thief" explained her sister. 
The little girl believed her sister's words. 
Years passed and now she's eighteen.
Big enough to know the thief who stole her sister.
But still small to know who punishes God. 




(dedicated to my lovely sister)


Monday, 8 June 2015

The Unnoticed Path with Twist !

She is travelling, from one place to another (twist: place is metaphor)
Pressing on the accelerator..the speed.. the thrill, she loves it (twist: but she does't know the route)
And,
From green to yellow to red,
Traffic signal.
She stops, looks at time...oh no! she'll get late. (twist: she looks out the window)

She felt like time stopped for a minute. Everyone around her is moving, too busy to notice the new observer. Her eye scans the chaos. From those disappointed faces staring at red light to the hopeful ones asking her too buy those red roses, and then stops on the boy, sitting at the corner of pavement, age seven or eight, shabby clothes and broken toy car in hand. (twist: another observer)

He looks up at the new observer. She finds her lips curling into a smile, and the smile is returned. (twist: green light).


Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Letter to my 17 year old self



(Image Courtesy: Google )


To,
The girl who's waiting for this!


Hey! The first thing I want you to know is, life's gonna be good! Yes, I know it's hard to believe.With all these board and entrance exams, pressure to get in a good college, and the depressing ranks, I know those college dreams feel distant. Don't be scared to dream. Don't listen to the teacher who doubts your capabilities, or the neighbourhood aunty who's genius son cleared all the entrances, or any other person who thinks he knows what you are going through. It's really not a big deal. Many people will tell you that these few months will decide your whole future, but life doesn't work that way. So quit worrying and over-thinking and stick to your "don't judge me on scores, about me there is so much more' quote. Explore the blogging world and the new fandom you joined. Do crazy, silly things to laugh about it later. Let others judge, don't listen to anyone but your heart.

You know you don't want to be an engineer, doctor or statistician, so why bother about the results. You are already torturing yourself with the 20 entrances exams because others suggested its good to have backup plans. Now stop listening to others. Focus on your dream, no more second thoughts. Yes, you'll get into architecture, but as you already know, life never goes as per plan. So enjoy the surprise, life has for you and these months will soon pass. Nobody cares about marks or ranks. After a year, even you won't remember it.
 And all the best! (coz I know you like to hear this)

Your adorable future-self
18-year-old ME! 

Monday, 23 February 2015

When Heart Remembers...

(Image Courtesy: Google)

After 20 years, they met again in school reunion. 
The time changed many things. 
Their friendship now felt like history.
But when he looked into her eyes, all the differences were forgotten. 
Because when heart remembers, its hard for mind to forget!



Saturday, 21 February 2015

The Best Disguise



I remember the date, 2nd November, 2013.
My mood was weird. For some unknown reason I was irritated! 
I wanted to do something, but had no clue what.
In front of me was  my laptop and random websites in 'bookmarks' list.
I had nothing in mind, but after an hour I had my first ever blog and a pen name.
                                              
 CRIMSON CURLS
(Not much philosophy behind the name.)

Little did I knew that time that it'll turn out to be one of the best things I did for myself.

Once blog was there, what next?
This is when a new character comes in, Juhi Roy aka Jaded Rebel. In a way it was under her influence I actually stated with writing.

Being CRIMSON CURLS, is like being a totally new person, it gives me a different kind of freedom. From weird teenage mood swings, scary boards, never ending entrance exams, getting into college and the life thereafter, its is like a self made friend always by my side.
The things I can't say out loud, Crimson Curls can.
With time it became the fun and my own little secret (before my sister and then my parents discovered it). Not that it altered anything, but yeah it did make me more conscious.

So like a nomad I traveled from
 http://crimsoncurls.weebly.com/
to 
http://mysundrynotes.blogspot.in/

and from poems to short notes, articles and fictions. 

Not that I have stopped writing poems, its just I've spread my wings to try a new routes.
Its not that taking up the pen name gives me two personalities.
Crimson Curls is not a mask, rather it is what is behind an invisible mask that we all wear.

No doubt it is and will always be THE BEST DISGUISE.


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.



Saturday, 3 January 2015

A Break



With time dried the joy
Of things I used to enjoy
Maybe, all I need is a break
And something to start fresh!




its a part of Five Sentence Fiction on "Fresh"



Friday, 14 November 2014

Passion Won !


They said its risky; they said its tough.
They highlighted the struggles, they warned about foggy future.
In spite of all, she took the flight and landed to the new found world. 
Now she travels and designs life, not caring about the sleepless nights.
This is how passion won above all the hurdles! 

its a part of Five Sentence Fiction on "Flight"

Thursday, 9 October 2014

Growing Up !


Sometimes i look at light
Letting my eyes burn from the bright 
Soaking some of its shine 
Carelessly I lose mine!


Sunday, 3 August 2014

Its filmy & Its all His fault


Its 11pm and I'm sitting on a roadside bench, all alone. In this silence, my breath sound like crashing waves and I can still feel the tears on my cheek. In last fifteen minutes all I did still appears to me. And its all his fault.
All this started three months ago. I joined this new office and it was my first day. I was a little nervous, a little confused and at the same time excited too. In one way it was like a dream coming true. I was staring around in the corridor, searching for my room and still felt like being in dream. I was so happy and so absorbed in my own world that it took me a crash to come out of it. By crash all I mean is, this tall guy, with the cutest possible smile and dreamy eyes was in so much hurry that he ignored my presence and we clashed. All my papers flew in random directions, he had just one file in his hand, which landed safely in between us. Before my rational mind could come up with any reaction, the dreamer one thought how filmy all this was. Like a typical movie I was hoping he would help me picking and arranging my files, just like movies. My whole dreaming drowned in water when he splashed comment
"Why were you standing in the middle of my way?"
Huh? His way? He doesn't own the place and it was his fault, not mine. He was in hurry not me.
Before I could start with my rebuttal, he left. I stood there with my mouth opened wide. No one can stop me from talking and here this total stranger didn't even gave me a chance to start!
 Later I came to know, his name is Sid Parker and unfortunately he's my boss. What else could be worse, I thought. And the answer didn't took long to come.
Within the first week I realized dreams are way different than reality. Not that I didn't like this new "job-doing" phase of life. It was fun and I felt more free and for a change independent too. But as they say, "life is never easy", and so in my near perfect life my boss was the hitler. Not that he made me work like a donkey, its just I never really got his orders correctly. Like how would I know presentations are supposed to be 'plain and boring', not 'fancy and showy'? If you want the work according to your taste, be specific. Again his fault!
But with time I felt he has other side too. He's really sweet, and I know that from many instances.
   I don't know what I was thinking when I accepted the invitation to his party. It felt the right thing to do. I had no idea that he would do this!
 What he did? Well he proposed me! This freaked the hell out of me, and I ran away from there, literally. And its all his fault.
 Now here I'm, sitting on bench under the magic of street lights and stars. My mind is filled with questions. Why and when this happened? How my bitter boss all of a sudden turned this sweet? Was this real, or some prank? Feels like I'm surrounded by magic, still I refuse to accept its presence.
  I like him since the very first day but was too insecure to confess and his arrogance never encouraged. I know he has helped me so many times, but still there was something that stopped me. I'm a fountain of emotions and its better I stay out here than in there.
  With a sigh I looked towards the sky, and felt the tiny drops of water falling on my red dress. My gaze shifted at the other end of bridge, there he was, running towards me with an umbrella. He slowed down as he reached near. I felt a smile making its way on my face and my eyes started filling with tears. He didn't spoke a words, but I could read his eyes. I don't know how I do it, but I can read him very well. What exactly is going on within me, I can't really explain but its magical and never happened before. And the next thing is I heard myself saying softly "I love you too".
His eyes twinkled and no star can ever beat. He left hold of the umbrella and held me. It is crazy and lovely. I'm feeling so happy that no words can ever explain it fully. We are now dancing in rain. I looked at him and again his smile made me skip a beat, then he whispered "..and it rained that night", repeating the lines of my blog's story.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Thursday, 31 July 2014

A random idea


I was in car, the traffic light stopped me with its red flash smile. But my mind kept wandering. From clothes of beggars, fancy big buildings to big promotional boards, I was looking at everything. (Being architecture student I'm working on my observation skills :P )
   Out of nowhere came an idea. My brain functions this way only, it manufactures weird ideas when they are least required. Unlike other ideas, I don't want it to fade away with time. So I'll share it with you all.
   Beggars and poor people need clothes, right? And big companies look for different ways of promotion. So if the companies provide them with clothes printed with promotional phrases and logos, it would serve both the purposes pretty well.
I guess this might work, I would love to read your views on this production of my weird brain :) so comment what you feel about it ! 

Thursday, 17 July 2014

Adorable Ghonchus !!


You could always spot them together in school, the three adorable, silly girls.
Now it was time for college and also the time for them to walk on a new and different path.
In the trip to explore new world, they were alone yet connected in a unique way.
 Before the final good bye, it was time for the usual ice-cream.
 But this time they had a new company of rain and so it magically turned much fun than usual.

(p.s- its not all fiction ;) )

it's part of 5 sentence fiction on prompt rain. 

Tuesday, 15 July 2014

P.S- Don't read this, its bakwas !

Last few months I have spent juggling with board exams and entrances. It was horrible, the exam and studies and people asking 'whats your plan now?'! To be honest I hated that question. Being in a phase where you barely have any clue where your life is going, this question makes you feel more drowned. But thankfully its over now.
 And the hardest part to believe is I have already spent one month without any tension, celebrating and doing nothing. The exam marathon felt like a slow motion horror movie and the time after it was over was more like riding those futuristic cars in maximum possible speed.
 So from tomorrow my college is starting,
1st thing- I still can't believe I'll be a college student now, neither I look like one
2nd - I feel I deserved much longer break after entrances
3rd- I don't know what I'm going to wear
4th- I'm asking every random person about their 1st day college experience (please share in comments)
5th- How to make new friends? (I'm really bad at it)
6th- I'm excited, nervous and clueless at the same time
7th- I have no idea why I'm writing this meaning-less blog post
8th-And thanks for wasting your time reading this.

(P.S- I'm not this crazy always (though most of the times I'm)...and don't blame me, I warned you)


Thursday, 10 July 2014

Can I skip school today?



Admiring the cotton like blanket of clouds covering the sky, she kept thinking about the last week. Her life changed in the blink of an eye. It feels like yesterday when she was in the city, happily celebrating her seventh birthday with her parents and friends. But now, as her parents separated, she had to move to the country side with her mother. She misses everything and specially her father. She was raised like a princess, but now is being bullied by her new classmates. Going to school haunts her and she doesn't like the idea of adding on more worries to her mother's life. The little girl sobs and fights everyday, she's too weak to end the 'game of entertainment' (bullying) all by herself.
  When the rain drops start making its way towards earth, with a sigh and weak smile she asks her mother "Can I skip school today?". 


this post is a part of Friday Fictioneers on attached pic prompt.

Life shows me miracle everyday



Her tears wet the pages as she read her mother's journal. 
With each sentence a sweet and sour memory floated infront of her eyes, tickling her and at the same time pinching her heart with pain. 
After the devil disease took away her mother, all she was left with was this journal and so many memories. 
It was hard without her, she never felt this empty. 
And with a sigh she read out the words written at the back "life shows me miracle everyday", waiting for some miracle to happen...




Tuesday, 8 July 2014

Fall for...


I used to think
I fall for those mysterious eyes
But seems like its
The innocent smile
Which melts my heart
Like ice on hand
And tickles my thoughts
Like soft feathers do ! 

Sunday, 6 July 2014

Be Yourself & Let Others too !


BE YOURSELF! Its something we hear most of the people say and almost every thoughts column includes this point. But the point is not how being yourself and not caring about others opinion is ideally the best mantra of life. Rather the question is why on the first hand we started losing ourselves. We are all different and it has never bothered any of us when we were kids. What exactly happened in this complicated process known as "growing up"?

Lets start from the time when school life starts. A child is expected to score high and be genius like Newton & Einstein, excel in sports like famous sports person and be creative in art like Picasso. Similarly for every other field we have an idol and the tagline 'be like him/her'. Now talk about 'being yourself'! If we are good at one thing then rather than following others  footsteps, the point is to do the same in original and different way. Isn't that whats 'being different' is?

As we grow more in age a typical thing enters inside us. We start judging people. And the process of making friends and interacting with others becomes complicated. We go like 'she is so different, I can barely stand her', 'she's weird', 'i have zero tolerance for irritating people', 'she's so loud' and blah blah blah.!

Its not just about 'being yourself'. Its about accepting people as they are. If you have firm belief in the phrase 'be yourself', then have an equal belief in 'accepting people as they are' ! 

Friday, 4 July 2014

Quintet of Radiance Award

 First of all I would like to thank my blogger mates Swathi, Aathira and Shilpa for nominating me for Quintet of Radiance Award.  :)

The rules:-

1. Display the logo in a post
2. Thank the blogger who nominated you & link back
3. Using the alphabets, describe yourself in a word or phrase
4. Nominate at least a few bloggers

Describing myself :-

A : Architect (better to call it Aspiring Architect)
B :  Better-than-before (i guess so :P :P )
C : Creative
D : Dreamer
E : Extra-ordinary 
F : Fangirl (yes i now add that to my description too) :P
G: Grand (after reading TFIOS, i'm always grand)
H: Hopeful (i never lose hope.. NEVER) 
I : Innovative 
J :Just
K: Kind
L :Lovable
M:Mysterious (as I always say, I'm much more than you can ever see)
N:Noteworthy ;) :P
O:Optimistic
P :Polite 
Q:Quiet (for all those people who don't know me well: for rest i'm a chatter box :P)
R: Rarely found species (i bet you can't find another person like me) 
S: Sweet (that is what most people say0
T Twisted (my thoughts are twisted)
U:Unique
V:Versatile
W:Weird
X:Xylem (no i don't transport water in plants...i just had no other word in mind :P :P)
Y:Young & crazy :P :P 
Z:Zesty

I nominate the following people for this award :-


congratulation !! :)

Saturday, 28 June 2014

A dream trap


Its Palak's b'day today (my best friend) and I'm already late for the party. I was so absorbed in watching Cam's new video, I totally lost track of time. Now I'm really rushing. I see the elevator door is about to close and I don't have time to wait. So I just run and bang! I'm in ! I press the button "6". At first I didn't notice the other person, so I turned to take a look. 
    Oh my god! Am I dreaming. Please pinch me. Is it true?? Cameron Dallas is over here, in my city, and we both are in the same elevator. I'm so thrilled. I know staring is weird, but I can't really help it. My excitement level is shooting up like a rocket. Then I hear myself saying in a strange, quaky voice "Cam?! you are here?? In India !!". I feel out of breath. I instruct myself to be calm. I take a deep breath as his lips curve into a smile. The smile that just makes my heart swell. Then he says "yeah!". 
    "beeeeeeeeppp!! teeeppp"
 What was that sound? Oh god, elevator isn't moving. I'm trapped in an elevator with Cameron Dallas. What else can one ask for. But I can feel it, I'm panicked. I always have this strange fear from elevators. And now which should be an awesome moment, all I'm doing is freaking out. I can sense the same is the case with him.
  Next thing I hear is a machine voice saying "I request you not to panic as were fixing the problem and it won't be long. Sorry for inconvenience" 
  I look at him, he takes a sigh. All these years I have dreamed of meeting him and now when its actually happening I don't know what to say. What is wrong with me?
  I start "You know what, every Wednesday I tried #CallMeCam but never got your call (yes he calls his fans every wednesday) and I have tweeted you tons of times...but they get lost in other billion tweets! I have longed to go to your MAGCON tour, but it was out of my reach..". 
   When I don't know what to say, I start blabbering and I'm doing the same. I'm not here to complain and stuff. Oh no! what am I saying. 
 Then he looked at me, his warm eyes just make me stare at him more. And said "I'm really sorry for that, but don't you think being trapped in elevator with me is better than MAGCON?" with a smirk. I caught myself smiling. Then we talked about so many things. I felt like I already know this person. We discussed his vines and videos, his friends, the trip and how Nash (his friend) dared him to visit a random country & he ended up here. It was so like a dream that I never want to wake up. Then after 10 minutes (which felt like 2 mins) the elevator started working. So I quickly requested for a selfie with him. Then I reached my floor and he hugged me before we parted. I was literally shaking out of excitement. 
    I know I'm really late for Palak's party, but I also know she would understand. She knows how his videos made my laugh in hard times and he's the one who taught me "being weird and different is the best thing" !! 
I'm still thrilled. 
Sometimes being trapped feels like being in new world worth to explore. 


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.







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