My Undisclosed World Of Thoughts

Travelling has always been of great interest to me. It opens me up to the infinite hidden things that we miss and those many more people who change the way you percieve things! He asked me if I needed anything to eat.  "Saab vada pav, pav bhaji, misal pav, kuch khaog e?". I shook my head in disagreement and moved forward neglecting something that struck me right away. An impulse of acknowledgement, that something was out of place but I ignored it and moved forward to where I was headed. This was in Panchagani, where I had come on a family visit. We had gone to visit a place called 'table top', so called due to some god forsaken reason that I dint bother much about! So after the trivial encounter or so I thought, I moved forward to the ground which stretched to a circumference of 8km roughly and had a breathtaking view to say the least. We had come around dusk, so we watched the sun with awe and sat there soaking the diminishing radiance of the setting sun! Als...

A very old poem. Had lost it and found it thanks to my friend Soujanya Mandadi who preserved it somehow.. :).. An honest effort at overcoming the inner darkness and shining in the basking glory that the almighty showers upon us. Have fun reading it :) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - -  It was a drastic and catastrophic sight, The darkest of all nights. I thought I was going to die of fright, I believed this was the last time I would see the light. I was broken from within. Bitterly disappointed again, Why from my mistakes could I have never gained? I thought frantically and came with no reply, I willed to end it all in one final try. One jump from the top was all it would take, To end this infinitive misery for heaven's sake. I took the jump in submission, losing all alternatives in sight, The jump took all my remaining courage and might. I had given up to the life I once adored setting any disappointment apart, All the sweet memories of life f...

"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 ...