Know me a little..

List five things that you want to say to people but never will. Don't say who they are.

1. Open your eyes. Look at yourself. Don't live in Denial. Before it's too late....
2. Don't change if you don't feel the need to. Keep pretending if it makes you happy.
We won't wait forever.
3. It's over. We're no more. It's all for the best so accept it and move on.
4. You misled me all the while. You broke me. Now, you're gone. But I'll wait for you. I adore you. Someday, we'll meet. Remember me.
5. I only live because it makes you happy, and that's how long I'll live. If it weren't for you, I would've been gone.... long ago.

Seven things I’d love to do before I die.

1. Sing on stage. Record an album.
2. Find the one. And then....
3. Play the lead. At the end of the show, stand centre-stage when the crowd has left, look at the empty seats with appreciation and take a bow.
4. Travel the world.
5. Own a large home. Keep dogs, gizmos, expensive furniture and decor etc. Earn a lot and engage in charity.
6. Social Activism. Fight till I drop.
7. Be happy unconditionally for over 6 hours at a stretch.

Five things I will not do even if it kills me.

1. Let myself be forced into it.
2. Cheat someone.
3. Take from the needy or the less-privileged.
4. Enter into a profession that gives me nothing.
5. Let anyone take advantage of my worth.

Five things I do when I'm away from the public.

1. Sing.
2. Look into the mirror and wonder who's looking back at me.
3. Touch myself and wonder if I truly exist.
4. Groan.
5. Dance or sway to the words and the rhythm.

Five fave sentences/quotes.

1. Remember, Remember, the face of you. Surrender, surrender to the touch of you.
2. All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players
3. I, too, will fade away.
4. I'll be back. Look out for me.
5. There's No Need To Argue anymore.

Five things I'll make you wish you didn't do if you did.

1. Betray
2. Be unreasonable
3. Oppress the weak
4. Hypocrisy
5. Pull the carpet from beneath another's feet, when he deserved


People to tag-
1. Harshita
2. Neelav
3. Vipul

Confusions and Confessions

Hello there! It's been a long time, hasn't it!
I do not intend to abandon you all, dear readers. Thus, one would wonder why I do not write here for such long periods.

I may or may not have stated in the past that writing, for me, is a passion. That is less than half of the entire truth.
In reality, writing has proven to be more of a necessity than desire.
Over time, one accumulates within oneself a lot of creative energy that compels the mind to burst at the seams unless the energy is channelled through a provided outlet.

So where does that leave me at this moment? The truth is that I presently find myself with numerous exits for my creative drive. Every evening, I rehearse for a forthcoming play, soon I shall prepare for my fifth Model UN Conference, details and tid-bits of which I shall share soon; and the many people around me with whom I converse and argue, drain me to great extents of this energy.

Nonetheless, you cannot take from a writer his pen and conversely, a writer must not yield it himself. Thus, you would discover frequent updates on Reflections which isn't as much of an artistic effort as this blog but a soft and subtle effort to pen my thoughts that would otherwise be lost.

Hence, I request you to bear with me. Meanwhile, do explore my reflections and share some of your own.

Goodbye until another day!

Dearth of posts on this web log are adequately compensated here....

Another new.....

I was having breakfast with Keerti yesterday by the basketball court and as we were talking at length after weeks, we delved into a lot that had elapsed in the recent days.
In the course, we exchanged many thoughts which I found profound and intriguing but felt sure neither would remember too long into the future and that they would be lost with the moment.

I realised how often such thoughts cross our minds and are forgotten for we do not treasure them enough to pen them down. Otherwise, there are views that are known to all but scarcely thought or spoken off that too fade with time and generation. And I didn't want to let go of these thoughts....

Thus was born, Reflections....