The worst, is over.

The worst, is over.

She sighs relief,

when the warmth of daylight,

greets the curtains of her eyes..

It's morning again,

the worst, is over.

There's nothing different today,

the sun's the same as yesterday,

but it's daylight,

she sees movement.

Her mind takes to business,

her subconscious soul- dead.

The day smiles at her hardwork,

it smiles at every emotion, every memory,

she works to sweat off.

When every bead of sweat,

splashes another alibi,

into the ocean of a distorted will,

a will to forget.

As the evening proceeds,

her subconscious soul stirs in sleep,

the moon shyly peaks,

at her who's running away,

away to a horizon,

chasing the sun.

And as the sun sets,

and the lullaby of night falls,

the warmth is forgotten,

and the lull of memories vaporize and escape,

that corner of the heart....

The subconscious soul in her,

lies awake.

Ready to remember...

~*~

She sighs relief,

when the warmth of daylight,
greets the curtains of her eyes..
It's morning again,
the worst, is over.


-Nil.

Another blabber.

Good morning, Thursday people!
I know I promised to resume my train of fiction in the last post, but it's the middle of the week, I had an off from school, I just woke up, cranky as ever, and I want to blabber and rant. And so, I resign to my faithful blogspot and your tired ears.

This week.. has been eventful. Told you guys about the weekend. On the 12th, I went to IHC for the big horn festival where Hari and Sukhmani were playing. Heard these guys for the first time, although I've been stalking these guys on Youtube for a week now. They have good stuff. But I'm in love with their track "Boohey Barian". Please listen to it, and furthermore, google the lyrics. They're beautiful.. It's the only track that's been playing on my computer since three days. (It's the seventh time I'm listening to it now) yeah,I have OCD with this song. But it's just the lyrics that set me flying,and listening to this song live was.... I don't even know what. I went into a trance. IHC has some amazing memories, and it all hit like a heavy bolt. Anyhow, listen to the song you guys. It's amazing.
Here are some pictures of the show -

So all in all, I went for a gig after a looong time, and it was awesome. Now there's a dance recital coming up this 16th at Kamani- Prayog 3. Google it, and try n be there. It's going to be a fantastic evening of contemporary choreography :)

I have Saturday off,too. Ma and I were planning on doing a quick getaway to Jaipur, keep your fingers crossed. Which reminds me, she called half n hour back calling me for brunch. And I should get going now. I shall hog on brunch, read some, finish my econ notes (need inspiration.), and sleep again. And then go out, I don't know where though?

Oh oh and I changed the layout of my blog, as you guys must have noticed. I needed something new, and I guess this one's the best for my mood lately. I hope you guys like it? :)
Anyhow, the week's going to end in another day guys, so hang on to your jobs a tad more!
I promise the next posts shall be fiction updates, for sure.

So ciao for now,
as always,
Nil.

April's update.

Hello there, World.
Long time, no see? Yes, I know. Writing a normal update post almost feels alien, thanks to all the super heavy posts I've been putting up lately. And there's more, tonnes more, so you guys, brace yourselves. I've been on a Writer's high and not a block, for a change.. So I've been coming up with something or the other practically everyday. And I have about a million drafts saved up on my blogger ready to pounce on your intellect! Err. I just thought it would be a nice change to put up a pointless post and actually talk about how are things at my end.

My end. Ah. It's a question I'd rather avoid, but since I bring it up on my own.. My end comprises of work. A lot of work. I'm slogging my rear off all week- studying, writing, dancing, participating in everything and anything and visiting all kinds of odd places around Delhi. You will find me in every exhibition/ dance recital/gig/movie screening... In short, read: any cultural event by Tom, Dick and Harry. I walk all the time. I've officially disowned autos. My regular auto fellow at the stand looks at me like an abandoned child. I have taken to walking and travelling by buses. Yes, buses. That's another new habit I've adapted myself to. And buses are dirt cheap, that's the best part. They get me anywhere, be it familiar or no. I've been travelling by random buses, going till the last stop and coming back again for no good reason, except for maybe improving my geography, experience, and some times I go places to shoot or to write about.
Weekends... aah weekends are the ones I look forward to. I usually go out with Rem, Rob,Shiv,Vanta and Guina. And it seems worth it, like I've earned the weekend, if you know what I mean? I work hard and study well all week and it just feels really nice and satisfactory when I can finally cut myself some slack starting Friday evening : )
So yeah. The funniest part is, I've kinda become anti social. Yes, I know that sounds strange after the rant I just did above. But it's weird. Earlier, I used to always be with a group of friends or just always had company. The evenings, specially. But it's not that anymore. I've been on my own, a lot. I don't need company anymore, I'm actually quite comfortable spending time on my own, even if it's a random walk till the market in the evening if I have nothing to do. Or spend time at home. (Yes, I do that a lot now.)
Whatever. In short. Things have changed. And weather I like it or not... that will be judged after my system actually gets used-to it.

I had a fantastic weekend,this one! I've actually been having subsequent fantastic weekends : )

Got up reaaal late on Saturday after having a sleep-less night on Friday complimented with super senti poems that found my neurons at 4 in the morning. I lazed around all day, went out for a bit in the evening, and then went on for the Jazz utsav with my brothers and a couple of friends. But today was legeeennddhharryy! Went over to Vanta's to party with Guina and Rem. Had the best frikkking time ever. We ate like hogs, ate some more, did a FRIENDS marathon, ate some more, drank some (tang! sheesh.), clicked retarded pictures, watched FRIENDS again, ate some more, talked a lottt, ate, ate, and then played badminton! Oh not to forget Remya's act of machoness, when she climbed over a gate to get the shuttle cock and the number of wild jokes and incidents that aren't even hitting my head right now cause I'm just so damn tired :P

Anyhow, then Milda picked us up, and Remya and I went to the Jazz Utsav which was absolutely fantaaastic, yet again. Although yesterday's was maybe a tad bit better.. but nevertheless today was good too. And finally we came back with Neha and Sheks, and now here I am. At home, my eyes are drooping with sleep but I shall torture them some and watch How I Met Your Mother :-)

School tomorrow. Ugh. BUT. Tuesday and Thursday off! So that's one hope that's going to drag my uniform and me to school tomorrow. Forgive me people, for the incredibly looong post. But I hadn't blurted in a while, and yeah well, venting it out now.. So I take your leave now! The next few posts shall again be a train of fiction, but I promise to update with the random stuff and in general about how's life being so cruel as much as I can and sooner :P
Take care!

- love,
Nil.

An idea of a fine balance.

An idea of a fine balance.

I used to tip toe on railway tracks,

when I was six,

and my fate seemed bright.

and my idea of a fine balance,

was to not trip once and go six miles.

To beat the other urchins,

behind me.

I used to tip toe,

when the tracks vibrated,

and the train seemed too far,

too far to murder my younger brother,

who had only learnt to walk.

I used to tip toe,

when the pebbles below,

seemed to play along,

and tickle my feet,

and I used to pretend it was a pleasant breeze,

of an ocean I only saw photographs of,

on the back door of the barber's shop.

I used to tip toe,

when they carried my mother,

to the funeral ground they said was a garden,

a garden where kids weren't allowed.

I'm still tip toeing,

to the railroads of life,

where I see a train every now and then,

some to take me along,

and some to gift me my brother's fate.

I still am tip toeing,

to fight with these strong feet,

to achieve that fine balance,

that has been an idea in me for long,

so that I walk, and not tip toe anymore..

-Nil.