Part Confessions of a Part-Conformist

It's been a couple of years since I stopped writing. My excuse is going to be the same old - no time. Was busy hunting for my first job and getting married. And here I am; almost three years at work and one and a half years of being married, I've decided to make the time. You should expect a post or two a month. Watch out for the space for more. Cheers!

Source: Internet The need to be fed constantly And the feeding bottle was discovered The need to eliminate a mistake And the eraser was discovered The need to look back at pleasant memories And the idea of a time machine was invented The need to cry out loud And sad romantic movies were made The need to laugh out loud And we disguised as clowns The need to give and take love And we got ourselves girlfriends and boyfriends The need to have more money And we invented part-time jobs The need to explore And we went on world tours The need to eat flesh And we killed animals The need to spread the word And we create our very own Blog. 

Oh the little sparrow, you had a chirp A chirp that cheered us all A chirp that woke grandmothers up A chirp that made us smile A chirp I wish I heard now. Oh mighty neem tree, you gave us shade Shade that protected us from the harsh sun rays Shade that cooled us off on a hot summer night A tree with a green umbrella An umbrella that exists no more. Oh rain drops, you were so fresh So fresh I could directly let them fall Fall right into my mouth and not bother Not bothered about after effects After effects that kill us now. Oh mighty sea, you were so calm Never was I scared to get deeper Never was a mother too cautious The sea that has the rage of a mighty warrior Waiting to engulf half our population. Whose fault is it all? Who is to take the blame? Who is to face the after-effects? Who is to be concerned now? None, but you and me. 

One day, you are trotting in your shoes That glimmer with light in those heels.  A pink frock for your birthday, A cake that says you just turned 5.  A skipping rope, a GI-Joe  Is all that you need in life.  Life was complete with those people  People who made you smile.  Dad, Mum and your little brother Running about doing everything you need.  All shimmers like gold and platinum Life could never get better.  A bunch of friends in your colony Who you thought would never leave your side. Trying to please people  Was the least of our concerns.  Homework was a piece of cake  Studying was never that difficult.  Home to me was my world A world that had no boundaries.  A whole new world waited for me  But I could not care less.  Then came a time when everything changed A change that I could not accept. But with time and space I got to adapt Adapt to a whole new me.  "Me" shifted to "I" The superego took over.  The new "I" hurt people The new "I" hurt

One fine morning, I realize "I am old enough now. I know what I want". I decide to send a message in a bottle  To God, the only one who could get my dreams To come to life, to spread some joy.  He, who knew what I wanted Gave me the same.  As a teenager, I did not know  How I was to handle the overwhelmed feeling And gave way to a lot of indulgence. Love as a feeling was my only goal  To achieve; both to give and receive.  Sadly, I did not know the difference  Paving way to a lot of pit-holes  Not knowing what was in it for me.  Life as I knew it then Took me through a roller coaster ride. A ride that, till date will never forget  A ride that changed my life  A ride that forced me to face reality.  A journey through the best and the worst  A journey that made me insensitive. A journey that caused havoc in my life  A journey that gradually settled Reminding me of my foolishness and wrong choices. There had to be something I could change A change that would never take me b

I absolutely have no idea why I have given this piece of writing such a heading. It is nowhere close to what am going to be talking about. Well, not directly at least. This is just an emotional outburst. So people reading it, do understand that this was written when I was going through one of the worst mood swings ever and you’ll know why in the lines further to come. People say things happen for a reason. There is a reason why I chose to work in CUPA. One of the obvious reasons was, I wanted to always be around dogs and help them with whatever they needed. Not for a moment in my entire life did I realize that this decision was going to change my perception about life. I might sound supremely philosophical, but yes, it did happen to me. Otherwise I won’t be writing this. Moving on, this one month, I had the time of my life. I am in the last week of my internship, officially. I am going to continue working with the NGO because they need help. Since