BESIEGED.

Even the word horrendous cannot entirely explain the feelings and emotions that are transcending…from hostages, NSG commandos, army personnel, navy personnel…the general public. The nation continues to be on a standstill, even as NSG authorities that the situation is under control. One of the major lingering doubts is that how did the terrorists possess such a large number of ammunitions? After some investigations, it has been found that the ‘invisible’ Mumbai underworld has, in fact given a hand to these menacing terrorists. The fact that an underworld exists itself is a sad state of security lapse in a so called peace loving country like India. How can a group of 40 terrorists enter into our country …just like that?! Obviously the most secured persons in this country sans the insurance policies are the politicians…. what can India do at the moment? Well, for starters, basic task forces should be set up for dealing intelligently to situations like this. The ruling or opposition party shouldn’t play divisive politics and should take up action jointly at a time like this. Instead of assuming that the citizens of this country are resilient, the media should depict the anger inside us, that’s screaming “enough is enough”. We all should unite, against a common enemy…terrorism.

Yes, we can!

This is the only election that caught my attention, yes, I am indifferent to the local neck tight elections, and I'm not ashamed to tell this. That's because, this is the election that has brought about hope, the only thing that has a high probabilty to bring about change..in a country that has been reeling under recession, been written off for its military pressure in Afghanistan, and its certain celebrities going into narcotics. and its infamous insane killers. In the awe-inspiring speech made by Barack Hussain Obama after becoming the President elect, he said these famous bunch of words that are being repeated by everyone, from the youth to the aged, "If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer."Ah, the power of words! Voting results point out that the youth played a huge role, tipping Obama way ahead of McCain. Reasons are quite obvious- Obama, 46 years old, confident, tends to give confident lyrical speeches.McCain- 70 years old, and rumoured to be another Mr.Bush when it comes to his policies and promises. Meanwhile, the Black community is delighted as Obama is the first African-American President of the U.S.A. 98% of the Black community in America voted for him, and he got 1% less votes against McCain when it came to the Whites. Well, i don't think, all these statistics should bother Obama, because he is here to stay, and change the mindsets of the cynical let down Americans. The flipside of all the euphoria, maybe that Obama, who is strongly against outsourcing of jobs, might want to take away the outsourced jobs from India and give jobs to the American people, that is, his people. Former Foreign Secretary of India, and other financial experts believe this unwanted 'change' is just not possible, as we, in fact by doing the outsourced work, make America more effecient. This President-to-be is so amazing hardworking, his life story, worth a million storybooks, a two-time grammy award winner and someone who completely deserves to resurrect a nation to its old and majestic standing.

My tagged post :) Here it goes.

My wallpaper : My eldest sister's photo..Wondering why? Well shes in canada, and i like seeing my sisters' photos ( i have another sister in the US of A..) So keep fluctuating between the two.





My icons: The most basic items you can find. My whole computer just got reformatted, so itunes, limewire, EVERYthing got wiped out :(


Um other than that, nothing much else. Lol, disappointing i know. Cant help it . Tag me better stuff next time :P

Whatever

I feel like a lone wanderer
Someone who is just watching, not participating.
Others' lives seem more complete and interesting.
I am almost the same all the time
Nothing in my life, worth gossiping about.


I wait with a pen in hand and paper to stare at.
Waiting for thoughts to flow.
I feel like something ominous is going happen any moment.
I feel vulnerable.
The joy and jocund everyone is witnessing, among bomb blasts
and abuses seem unreal and made up.
The fake relaionships seem like a deal signed between two ambassadors.
The reality in every thing has lost its quality after the coming of 'reality' shows.

Im waiting for something new.
someone special.
Im fed up.
Time's tickin'

Crushed.

Having a crush on someone is the most irritating feeling in the galaxy. It makes me dream of things that will never materialize, thoughts that are a constant distraction, a churning feeling in the gut… a lot more that just doesn’t have space in this paper. It’s a bag full of empty promises to the self and hurried glances at mirrors. It forces me to make sure I look my best, wherever I go, in the hope of seeing that person. In the end, Im drained, feel cheated, and alone. Everyone seems to be happily committed, whilst I drink a mug of coffee, alone, bored and feel like a stray, that’s been somehow accepted into this environ, reasons unknown.

bleurgh

Basketball sucked big time today.

p.s: bleurgh courtesy/honours--hari (the bleurgh guy, i guess)

.....

Joy is an illusion, Happiness, a temporary emancipation from the vexations of life...
‘They’ say materialistic pleasures are not the ways to find true happiness, I beg to differ.
There is nothing like true happiness, it’s just a term attached to finding things that don’t necessarily cost you in monetary terms.

It takes merely a helpful gesture or a chat with a friend to boost up my spirits, but im repeatedly having negative froths float in my head, frequently of late. My definition of happiness/joy has been under constant retrospection, as I’ve been put under the scanner for no regretful acts of mine. It’s probably because of the institution im studying in, but hell yeah, im not in good cheer as of now.

The addiction..

“ Who will be interested in being the editor of the school magazine?”, myriad hands shoot up and I try my best to make my hand look reasonable stiff and long as a pole, in an attempt to be a strong contender for the post.

“Manasa you’re interested? Ah well, ok then you can share the responsibility with sushruthi”, said Jo mam, making me feel elated.

Yes, I am Manasa K Kumar, ex-editor of the my school magazine, voicing out something in my head to all those who wish English could be taught all eight periods in a school day. If that sounds crazy in a nice way, read on. If not, then I regret to say, our journey together ends here.

You might have heard of math whizzes, Einstein’s, social science addicts, and of course the minority who love reading Shakespeare. I see that the number of people who love English is slowing down to a minority. I hardly looked at it beyond the fact that it was a subject where it was impossible to score more than the standard mark. Maybe it’s because of parents’ dreams of making their children engineers doctors and chartered accountants of tomorrow. Somehow, with unassuming guidance from many people, I now love the subject so much that I want to make a living out of it. Maybe I won’t be remunerated as much as my fellow classmates who will turn out to be the who’s who of the society, but my love for the language will keep me happy for long.

When I get into the mood of writing, everything else ceases to exist. Even the music in my ipod grows silent, the blaring television looks like a mime and all tensions ebb away. I space out, stare into emptiness and let my feelings transform into ink. I actually find it reasonably nice to write long essays. I feel I’m a loner in this journey with pen and paper, barring a few people, who sometimes reflect my own thoughts.


Editing a magazine is fun! Huffing and puffing over the lack of enough articles to be published, to going around begging for contributions, to having detailed planning for the cover and style and the like was so much fun!

Maybe, I’ll keep brooding over what else I can do, while writing, but until I find something else to do, I will keep writing, I’ll keep writing till the river of my thoughts go dry, till I feel like im a thirsty traveler in a parched desert. Or maybe I will never stop, because even then, I’ll write about the mirages I witness.

Of my own volition,
I’ve decided to put myself down

Beauty is not my thing
I decided

It’s crept into my mind
That I don’t physically look stunning
Nor am I brimming with intellect.

No amount of practicality
Is allowing me to construe
This sudden notion
Of feeling dumb

Its making me
Delirious when I get praise
I feel shallow and listless.

I am abandoned with only pain
Left to soothe my worries.

I feel like a dry leaf
Writhing under the hot sun
With no one having enough time
To take a look at it.

I feel parched and pulverized
An anecdote reaches my thirsty heart
“It's all right letting yourself go as long as you can let yourself back”

For the detour,
I’m waiting.

packets of hope.

Bewitching, I’ll call it.
The way you look at me.
It makes me feel everything is in its place.
Everything is ok.
And that you are happy.

That makes me happy.
The nexus between us leaves me content
Content that there is always someone,
Thinking about me, making sure I am all right

You are my true knight.
Forget dreary knight riders.
A pack of twelve of them won’t come near your worth.

Packets of rain hit my umbrella
As I stand here
Waiting for you to arrive
To say something
Anything.

You come and hug me
And say things that only you can say
It lifts up my spirits
Im not flying in the air
But I know bright colors now.

For the greater good, I pray for the day to come
That day when you are for real
To arrive
Into my life.

dAnCe

I don’t know why I feel this way when it comes to dance. It grips me, it tires me out. It makes me smile during accounts class. It makes me feel goofy, when I turn around a guy instead of me doing the same! It leaves me gasping for more (and oxygen), every time.

It gave me a new meaning to life. Something I’ll cherish till I’m old and croaking. The first time I danced with a guy (bad experience, but hey I did dance with a specimen of the opposite sex). It made me feel confident. It made me another person in a span of fifteen days. It made me addicted to hip hop songs.

P.s: It made me lose 3 kgs in fifteen days.

Useless waste of 15 days of my life.

I was smitten by you
At the very first glance

How can I fall for you?
Having just looked at you a couple of times?
Having known only your name?

I need treatment, and fast.
To remove this annoying feeling that
Sends a lurch through my stomach, a shiver through my spine
And also weakens my knees
When you just LOOK my way?

Have you ever seen yourself smile?
Trust me; it’s the best thing I've ever looked at.

I may be rambling about..
But here's what I have to say
I have a huge crush on you

I may sound cliché, but
I've never felt this was
For anyone before!

Anyway I'm saying this, all straight from my heart.
A non functional one, since you did something to it

And yeah,
I don’t care if you like me back
Just thought I'd let you know.

P.s: just thought ill put it up cuz friends said its pretty good. don't mean a bit of it now. atleast, not after what happened at the show :I

P.s:It will always remain my crazy crush poem :D

mY uNfOrTuNTeLy eVeRgReEn hOPeS

sweet notes
touching music
are my teenage cravings

a soft touch
a caring hug
will be my lifelong cravings

No guy ive met till now
has made me special
different, yes, but nothing
worth making official

i'm fed up of writing
and needing
i want the right one
even from miles away, speeding

I want him to send
me pink flowers
and call me and never
cut the line for hours

I want him to like
only me
for which i'd have to give
him, to unlock my heart, the key

so well here i am all ready
for my love to come by
with ferrerorochers and a brown teddy !

TaggeD

ok ive been tagged by the evil miss , so i have to wirte imp stuff about me (like there is anything that can make heads move, let alone turn 360 degree!)

1)i LOVE crashing after school , and then waking up in the night and then staying up till like one or two in the morning . the pleasure of it just cant be explained in detail now ! lol

2)i can read other people's minds SO well , i cant just finish almost every other sentence , especially for my best friends :)

3)one cockroach keeps visiting me every night

4)i like backstreet boys :D

5)dont like cream and foam in coffee ewwwwwww

6) i have elephant memory :)

toothaches and applesauce

The times of toothaches
Are over and done with

It’s time for heartaches

The smell of new books
And the anxiety in getting canvas shoes
Are over and done with

It’s time for sniffing perfumes,
Partying in delight

The love for meeting people online
And connecting, was a pressing hobby
Of the past

Now I detest coming near the old box

Things of the past leave me a mixed bag of emotions

I don’t know if it’d be plum if I continued the same way
Or change myself a tad bit, to view, and let others view
Me in a different perspective

I hate the fact that things change
And keep on doing so
Without giving a warning,
A couldn’t -care -less attitude

I wish things changed for the better
For a better me,
For a better world.

So that my childhood memoirs don’t
Camouflage my current state of mind
Or don’t remain completely oblivious to my present actions

Things I've realized :)

Too long a wait for my next post huh ? ahh well i know im just talking to the wall so thats ok :) he can wait

so what HAVE i been doing , some may ask.I'll try explaining that.I've been going crazy and am successful in continuing to do so ..because of the farewell that's coming up ..im not revealing anything in case any twelvethees have turned spies ! Really its annoyign the way they turn up in the auditorium when we are really bucking up for the big day ..

Other than that , ive been missing the before said person so much so again.It all started when i started reading this book called P.S. I love you .it made me cry so much and think about the people ive lost in this journey of my life. I keep rubbing my fingers against things i love right now , because i never really did care about things until they werelost and cant come back and so im trying my very best to stay at the persent , forget my past, stay connected to things and people i love , and continue loving life how many ever times it tries to diss me off..
Writing really takes me to another level.This is one thing ive realised in the past few days , especially poetry .Its something like home, the smell of a bedsheet you use everyday,like the rubberband you throw around like you dont care about but still go treasure hunting everymorning to tie up your hair decently .Yeah, poetry means a lotttt to me , and thank god ive realised that too..

Oh yeah, and ive realised so many more things these few days, i just cant explain every single thing, not only due to lack of time but also becase of the fact that i love to keep some small things to my self , but hey i never said i wasnt a blabber mouth :P

Oh yeah and i went to see rini madam's play and it was rockin :) though i have to truthfully accept that i didnt pay attention towards the end of the play ( due to elements like archit , janhavi and c, and coughing pills :)!!) i really liked the lights, the cat(shree)'s acting.

and oh yeah i'll leave you to peace for a while :)