My Undisclosed World Of Thoughts

"Corruption has eaten into our country like a deadly virus". How many of us have actually uttered these words? How many of us have just concluded that nothing can actually happen of this country, that this corruption will one day be so common that nothing will seem different. How many of us have frowned upon the thought of the level of corruption in India? I'm one of those people who have thought on these lines and somehow concluded in my mind that nothing would happen unless people changed themselves. That nothing would happen unless we ourselves stop being a part of it. How easy is it to be a part of corruption and escape, like for example bribe the traffic policeman after violating a traffic rule and escape the headache of a court hearing. How easy is it to bribe a person at the transport office and get a licence or learner's licence in an instant. Corruption in a way has made our lives easier but at what cost? It is at the cost of disabling and crippling a cou...

Peanut butter, a boon to mankind according to me. Tastes amazing when teamed up with a few other things. So well, I tried coming up with a few recipes of my own (copyright TM). I'm not a big foodie but I love to experiment with food and create weird combinations(some taste good, and let's not talk about the others :P). I love good food, I think everyone does! Experimenting with peanut butter has been an amazing experience simply because I never expected the product to taste anywhere close to good(worth eating would be apt perhaps) but somehow it always did(not that I'm a great cook, I'm decent though :P). So, here are 3 dishes I've shared with a few of my friends, Just thought more people deserved to know. There is no limitation as to how much of what to put so the recipe can retain the mark of your own originality.. So well, starting with the PBCNB sandwich(veg) To make this, take brown bread, toast it slightly, apply normal butter on one slice and peanu...

Lonely nights and dark clouds, Flimsy glass sparkled with rain drops, 
 Holding to yourself you lay alight, There is someone who thinks within. 

 The pain you feel is not yours alone, 
 The eyes aren't as expressive as they used to be, You lay submissive with a broken heart, 
 And someone breaks from inside into a thousand more pieces. The rain lashes the far fields, 
 The lightning frays its wrath aloud, 
 The broken pieces are now beginning to hurt, And someone dies from within along. 
 The mountains beyond speak of an evil wind, One that swept away its only love, The clouds have thus moved far beyond the horizon, And someone sheds ironical tears. 

 You lay afloat this heap of misery, 
 Brought upon by unfortunate misapprehensions, You try to battle your mind in conquest, 
 And someone battles for you. You wish the agony would for once subside, And lead to peace in mind and soul, 
 That the anxiety would just disappear, ...

"Good old days" is the first thing that comes to my mind when I think about my school times. Though I've studied in Mumbai and Delhi too, I'd like to talk about my school times in Hyderbad in particular! I came to Hyderbad when I was in my 8th grade and joined Chinmaya Vidyalaya. The first day, when I walked into the gates of the school for the first time, I met C.Abhishek and Chaitanya and asked them where the classes for the 8th grade were! I was a little excited and scared at the same time. As I had seen C and Chaitu already, the 2 known strangers, I went and sat into the C section and I'm really glad I was a part of that wonderful section. Times that followed were blissful.. I met wonderful people while I was at school. There are some fond recollections and a few things I'd be talking about! First and foremost, the class itself had a wonderful feel, it was nice associating with new people. It was fun talking and sharing experiences and t...

Supporting the cause of child labour awareness, a small way of letting my thoughts out!! Hope to help the cause!! Maybe not the best piece of writing but a small effort nevertheless!! :) What's life like for a royal child? Servants attending, all wishes come true! The child comes to this world with a silver spoon, Life is beautiful with complaints hardly few! Go down the ladder to a normal lad, The child leads an existence, ordinary yet joyful! The extravagance is spared for all we know, And the unfulfilled wishes may be plentiful. But ever imagined life of a poor little child? Living with the most minimum of resources. There are hardly any wishes that might come true! Lonely and alone, he fights life's cruel and wretched forces! The child himself earns the meagre meal he eats, Sweating out every ounce of his ability! Yet the child is discarded and shown the door, And labelled openly a cheap liability! What may I ask is the fault of that unlucky child? Who ...

Let's   go through an incident: A song is playing in my ears. I love the song, I close my eyes, my hands start playing imaginary chords, I might look like a madman to somebody looking at me from a distance but it hardly matters to me, meanwhile I picture myself on the lead guitar playing the guitar part of the song on a huge stage in a massive arena surrounded by tons of people, some of them even shouting my name! The atmosphere is electric with people head banging their heads off, rock horns are in the air and a wave of musical bliss sweeps the arena. The drummer and the bass guitarist jam in tandem and lay the most amazing foundation   to the song. I come forward to give a solo on my guitar and the crowd applauds with a loud roar. The crowd is crazy now, cheering every beat of the drum, every note of the guitar and every word that comes out of the vocalist's mouth. The song is nearing its end now, the crowd is in a frenzy. The vocalist, bass guitarist and I come forward, ...

The delight at the wonderful moments she makes And the sweet laughter in her unusual babbles Her childish innocence sparkles in her smile Her world is a haven of joy and surprises She has no envy or feelings of dismay There is the innocent rage though that takes control sometimes She doesn't hate anybody, she loves all Her heart is pure and free from hatred of any kind Her favourite things are as simple as chocolates and toys It wouldn't take someone much time to befriend her She's a bundle of energy packed with emotions of all kind She runs around the house shouting just about anything Her stories may have no begginning and sometimes no end either But it would be harsh not to listen to her broken recollections She doesn't take things to the heart, she may flare in rage a moment and love you the next Her hugs are lovable and priceless She wraps all her warm affection around you She's sweet, lovely and nee...