The Quiet Riot

Thursday, 30 January 2014

She

And you could say that to her again, and again and again.

Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Apparently, Twilight is so popular cuz teenagers can relate to it.

Oh yeah, I remember that time when I was a vampire.

Reblogged from: http://www.infinityonpause.blogspot.in/

Tuesday, 28 January 2014

I wonder if you've ever thought if it was the hypocrisy of the litmus paper or the brute strength of the worker; that we see different colours on the paper with acid and with base and we think gold to be malleable. I wonder if you ever pondered if people change or if it was your mistake or your delusion that you stand here stranded.

Every tide rises and falls but are our expectations meant to experience the same crests and troughs? Why did you think he meant it all? Why do you think she’ll come back? Why do we crash and burn to realize that we are but a small dot in the cosmic order of universe and our existence shall mean nothing and yet we nurture the desire of a thousand burning suns to be remembered?

Write me an elegy?

Every day we die a little; optimists would argue that before that death, we bloom into life. Every day. Call me what you want to but every day I realize that people are a killjoy, social media is an exaggeration, life is a never-ending Ekta Kapoor serial except it stretches longer than 10 years if you’re lucky (or unlucky maybe?), and no matter how much you do to create value for your life, yourself or just the days you live and as they go by you shall realize that all this grandeur is doomed to turn into just a speck of dust one day.

Can you watch the past go up in smoke now?

Do you think it’s time that you introspect, then. Your decisions, their consequences. Perhaps this is your life’s ode to the winds of change and this is the time you could cut reason some slack. She loved him. He didn't say it. So she had to walk away. It hurt. But was there another way?

“Maybe it was because I was never verbose or my ego came in the way.

Maybe it was ignorance or just sheer selfishness on your part but maybe it was time to stop chasing you since you loved the running away.”

Stoneheart!

Inspiration: Thomas Gray "Elegy Written In A Country Courtyard"

Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Nouvelle Année

As we grow up, the realization of the redundancy of the concept of New Year Resolutions and the understanding of growing from within begin to dawn upon us. We change, mature and a counted few introspect. So what do we see ourselves being when we see ourselves in retrospect 2013? What do we expect from 2014? If you’ve been the fortunate, yet unfortunate victim of being hit by life hard in your guts, you’d probably ask for some time; to be stable again. If you think you’re just living by your years on earth, then probably you’re asking for a reason to get by yet another year. If you’ve been unproductive and you have any conscience that stabs you every time you think you’ve been a useless butt, then you ask for opportunities. Mostly, people expect change. I do, too.

But this end of the year, I’m scared of what is to begin.

You see, Decembers have been pretty eventful for me since 2009; the year I see myself growing up to be aware of a world around me. This December, on the other hand, ends on a peaceful and ordinary note. Obviously then, end of 2013 means the beginning of a 2014 and that means a new cycle which scares me. I don’t have anything to keep focusing on, or to think about or to forget about. I’m a blank slate and it’s terrifying to wonder what chalks would be thrown at me. But I’ve taken life as it comes to me and gotten over things and I’ve learnt that it’s okay to take the leap.

And so I shall, again.

I’ll want to let myself bloom; into all things I’ve aspired to be, all things that I’ve worked for and most importantly, all things I’ve dreamt of. It’s a long road, but I shall take it and embark on a journey. I hope the journey shows me who I am; for that’s what I’ve been searching for, trying to discover. I hope I make the journey worthwhile when I get there.

For one thing is sure. If life ever throws me into movie scene, I don’t want to come across a someone who is what I wanted to be and break into a million pieces. I want to be and I shall be happy in my own shoes and that shall be, when I take that journey. I know I have plans, but for now…

Hello 2014, let’s see what you’ve got!

Tuesday, 12 November 2013

Coffee Beans

I stirred my coffee over and over waiting to see some foam on the top. Across the counter, memories swirled on the steam that plastered the window on that beautiful snowy morning.

“Aditi, whenever you need to talk, I just want to let you know that I have your back.” I lingered. Good people don’t go out of your life until you wish them away. Vasavi came back around and I was glad.

“Main nahin sehti” the joy that this statement brought to me was inexplicable. I almost forgot my compulsion to stir the coffee. There aren’t many cool people you find in the multitude of drama you’ll see walking around you every day in college. I smiled when I thanked my fortunes for having met Vibhawari.

“I’m happy that you’re happy” and I get back to my coffee. I take a sip. It needs more coffee beans. I forget how much I put in and enough is never enough, it seems. Just as he forgets things. Prabhat can be annoying. But just as I said this in my head, things fell into place. After all, just as coffee beans keep giving out colour to the milk even if they’re not just enough for the perfect coffee yet, he comes around. He doesn’t have to be around to do things or think things he wants to for you, about you.

And another thought raced to my mind. I took a deep breath. There’s something that gives. She lends me something that I seem to need a lot of times. I suddenly stand straight, charged. I put my coffee down. I have to set up the counter for work. Eesha’s work obsession is something I could never match but her persona may have put some pieces of my puzzle into place for me. I am more of my own person when she’s around.

I sighed. I had too many coffee beans in my coffee now. I put more sugar to regain the balance. I chuckled as that could have made some metaphorical sense, too. Lit kids, pfft! But then it’s not a lost cause. Aayush does give the best pep talk. I’ve never heard better. He could even beat the girls who think they’re the “best” at this.

The bell tinkled and the door opened. My reverie broke and it startled me. My coffee jumped right out of my mug right into the sink. I looked back to see who came in and then right back into the sink.

“Ah! I need more coffee beans!”

Thursday, 15 August 2013

Independence Day

Today let's take a minute to thank our soldiers who sacrifice, to remember those who first tried to take out that bunch of warring whites. To remind ourselves ourselves that we still have a long way to go; because we may have got this country back from foreign hands but we still don't have the country in hands of our own.

Today is Independence day; probably the only day when all of us unanimously call this country 'ours'. Hence it is a Happy Independence Day, indeed.

But let's think of all the other days when we don't associate ourselves with our country; all those times we wish we had a green card and scoot from here; all those minutes we spend talking about how "these Indians" drive or don't vote or can't maintain queues and procedures, etc. or how everything in India is 'just like that' and how nobody tried to change it.

How much is our country- is India- really our own?

I hope we work towards that from this moment on because today's momentum will probably remain unparalleled for the rest of the year. Even if you start with a thought, it's still a beginning for it's the thought that counts. And every thought sown reaps into an action that reaps into a character and trust me- we could really use a few genuinely patriotic souls around here! And I can bet you think so too.

Do tell me how you plan to start making India you own country today!