"Been a hard day's work.. i need to sleep like a log!" and other blah blah.

I have an incomprehensible level of weariness today coupled by an extreme saturation of having stooped over the last 4 hours, on reading 3 varieties of newspapers, straining myself on an ultra crude mattress bed! All this and my mind constantly boggled over whether it should read General Knowledge or figure how the Jacobins established the Reign of Terror or maybe, how successful were Akbar's revenue policies!

However contrarily, i am in incredibly jovial spirits today. Not the kind of happiness that'd make carve lopsided grins and hum romantic tunes( duh!) but the kind when one feels the cozy satisfaction of having lived a productive day. After I’d literally sapped the newspapers of the hullabaloo over Obama's India visit and the successful release of Suu Kyi, i was myself sapped of any reading abilities that i contained. Further still, i got down to doing some bit on the Indian Constitution from my Pearson book. And the following hour saw me trying to mug up our six fundamental rights. Woof! It’s the squeal of amplified delight!

That was it. It is only for a minimal rare chunk of our lives that we care to live successful, honest days. Honestly, there may be a handful of exceptions who'd disagree with me. The way i spent my day today has given me a new spark for tomorrow. The immediate effect is that i want to put my experience down in words for the world to see! I want to be proud of the fact that i did not let another day go waste. Life is precious. Life is a gift and one must seek ways to infuse happiness into it. Let us stop complaining about the lack of time. Let us stop crying over the drain of energy that causes us to put off all our work to tomorrow. It is not time that we lack. It is the will we must gather to make use of that time.

Make use of each moment that comes your way. Spend it in the most wonderful breaths you can, whatever the means available. The end result is that you'll begin loving your life and would even rejoice the feeling of having cramped your neck and shoulder over heaps and heaps of news!

And when you sleep each night, you'll find the most soulful number playing in your head.

Another Wasted Me..

When sittin in the class tryin to concentrate on the strict old woman's tightly pursed lips that make rather cute angels as she begins to deliver a lecture,i only end up in desperate attempts of tryin to muffle the sounds of my ever too-frequent yawnings. At moments, my hands involuntarily reach up to the back of my neck, where many a wet locks have gelled together to form a single big curl. Then i push them to one side while the guy next to me futher stiffens uncomfortably in his place.

So drab are my days, and today was no different. So many classes wound up in one go. Stretched on until 2.30 with not even a pee break. I'd even asked someone to get me a Sunfeast. Dont think anybody cared. Bah! Such is life.

I am undergoing another one of those "un-Aishwarian" phases.. when every object of nature, every human soul seems to be plotting against me. I feel sleepy but the bed looks repulsive. I wanna write but cannot frame the right phrases. I wanna share but lack the company. I wanna cry, laugh but emotions fail me each time!

I wanna throw up, but my body cannot afford to.

Hmmm.. How many voodoo dolls would i need to make to kill civilisation?

Stale Pizza Decisions

Some decisions are better,
If made a day later..
Like stale pizzas taste nicer..
On a pretty microwave platter,
When warmed,
The next morn.

Apologia

I take the opportunity of using this public platform to seek apology for a deed i committed in extreme carelessness.

On my behalf, i'd like to defend myself by accepting that i conducted the activity in a rather casual manner, and that i had never the slightest bit of idea that it would ever cause this grave a stir.

I hope the persons involved ARE reading THIS.

I am extremely sorry for the words i wrote on the concerned forum( Facebook). I am, in fact, apologetic in greater measures for the remarks were made by me for a well esteemed faculty member of my college. I know what i did was exceedingly wrong and quite immature to be done by a final year student.

However, the comment i made was absolutely nonchalant and made in a gesture of play. ( And there were many more involved in it). Moreover,  since it was a personal view being expressed on a private page, im only hoping that i be given the benefit of doubt, and that i be let off on grounds of democracy/freedom of speech.

Furthermore, the other remarks made on the page (which incidentally belonged in my name) were not laid down by me, but by a few other students, whose power of speech i cannot control for natural reasons. I therefore hope, that i will not be held guilty for the gestures of third party members.

I am, once again, really regretful that my word(s) potentially hurt the sentiments of the person concerned. Religiously sorry, again.

I hope you ARE reading this.

Thank you. I seek your apologies.

Aishwarya Kandpal.
September 4, 2010

Our Inherent Goodness

I attribute this piece to the amazing genius of someone i adore, respect and love immensely. Do read..


" There's a certain goodness in all of us - a will, an urge, a wish to be good, to help , to care, to reach out, to listen ,to consider ,to be fair ,to do a greater good.
When u feel such a thing, bring it out. Act on it. There's never a better time to listen to such a voice than now. Good actions follow further good actions and then, it becomes a habit. Later, our instinct.

Its okay to do a li'l good now and then.
Go ahead.

The world needs you. "

My big, bad world.

I’m a small girl.

I’m a small girl in a big world.

I’m a nice, small, young girl in a big, old, bad world. And my senses always force me to question the same big world…

Dear world, Why’re you so bad? You weren’t born bad. You don’t even look bad, you’re so nice and colorful and beautiful. Did your parents bring you up bad so you turned out bad too? Or someone hurt you too bad that you thought being bad was an answer back? Oh no! Do tell me, World, your reason of being mean and nasty.

Bah!

Okay, no beating about the bush. My conscience has ceaselessly strained me with questions, my inner voice perpetually thumping my cerebral walls with a hammer. Thud thud thud.

My poor brain wants to know why it does not feel safe anymore. It wants to know why its crust is always battered by sounds of guns, cries of agony and the sodden feel of blood. It reasons to know why its owner cannot roam freely in the city’s busiest market, or why she cannot walk the streets alone at night.

Why has the world suddenly turned so malicious? Why have words and actions become so ruthlessly hurtful? Why don’t people act polite and with a little bit of humility anymore? Why do we refuse to perform our duties honestly? Why don’t we offer a helping hand to someone in need? Why do we just not act nice and courteous any longer?

WHY.

The enemy is not outside, the enemy lies within us.

Think it over.

Welcome to Lallywood!

I was aware that the quaint little hamlet of Chilianaula, a little downhill from Ranikhet, had a great more deal on its palette other than the quintessential Himalayan range lodging sizeable trees of pine and massive cedars, and of course, the heavenly ashram of Shri Baba Haidakhan.


What I did not know was that in the premises of the Ashram, there ran an oddly attractive shed by the name of Rama Bar which sold the best dark chocolate in the most rustic variety! And the one who to brew froth outta it was a German –Punk- turned- Indian- Baba, who’d been residing in and out of the Ashram past 30 years now.

                                                                  

This guy, likely running in his fifties, ran a media house cum coffee hut, which, like I mentioned above, is, peculiarly, named Rama Bar. And tell you all, his is the most sophisticated, most hospitable, and most spiritual coffee shop I’ve come across ever. There’s coffee, chocolate, gadgets, Hanuman statues, pictographs, and many other small and big objects housed in the same little room, which is probably only 10 feet wide and just as long!

Seemingly, it all did seem interesting and wonderful enough to have a mention of it in my blog! 

                                                      

  
This, and more. He makes movies too.. like short films on Shri Baba. And he’s got his own media production house, apparently called : Lallywood TV. Just as unusual as it sounds, it comes from Lall Baba. Oh yes, this guy’s called Christoph, a.k.a. Lall Baba! Hence, the name of the production unit.

Disclosing a smidgen bit more information here would sway me away from my purpose of keeping the fascination intact. I, therefore, stop.