The Six Fundaes

As I sit on my desk, in my room, my mind wanders. I have been doing enough timepass on my laptop: surfing the net to check my mail, checking my scraps on orkut (knowing there are no new scraps, yet thinking that by clicking the “Home” button again & again, new scraps will appear), to continuously unbold any NB name which was bold, on Dbab, constantly checking my Gtalk list.

As my mind wanders, my eyes wander too. I see the various things I have pinned to my pin board: a newspaper article which reads “You can change your destiny”, an article with an SRK pic on it, an A4 sheet with a compilation of my pics taken when I was in SF, my time table for this term, a small Santa Claus kind of a thing (isn’t red and white though) given to us on Christmas last year by our floor Tuchchis. My eyes finally settle on a single sheet of paper stuck to the pin board right in the middle.

It’s a sheet which has 6 very simple rules of life written on them. These rules or rather fundaes were given to me by a person who probably disliked me then, and maybe still does. Or maybe not. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter what I think of that person, doesn’t matter that we don’t talk to each other anymore. What matters is what the person said, and the fact that they made sense to me. These 6 fundaes have stayed on with me and I try (if not always) to follow them.

1. Live life simply

2. Do not complicate it

3. Don’t look for support

4. Be ready to provide it

5. Don’t reject what people say

6. Don’t accept everything too

They might not be the best, but they really suit me. Even though I don't follow them all the time, someday I will. Coz I know they make sense for a person like me. Coz the person who said all this knew it made sense for me. :)

The Voice

This is a poem I wrote sometime back. Thought of putting it here.
And yes, strictly "no inspiration/dedication disclaimer" :)

He speaks, and how he speaks,
With a voice so sweet,
And a tone so caring,
It makes you feel special

A voice that is
Compelling yet calm,
Urging yet not hurried,
Trying to convince and yet not trying,
Reaching out to me but failing,
Hitting the wall around me

Is it him or is it me?
Doesn't matter anymore,
The voice that rings in my ears,
Leaving me wanting for more,
Touches my heart so deep,
Making me want to weep

But weep I can't,
As that is something he doesn't want,
So I smile and my heart cries,
In an attempt to hide

When he calls out my name,
My knees go weak, and my heart skips a beat,
The effect it has on me,
Is an experience which has never been

But I have a lesson to learn,
And I have to stop to yearn,
Yet it's a difficult chapter, in the book of my life,
Which I haven't mastered yet, leading to strife

Life goes on, with or without him,
But the voice is something,
Which stays on in my heart and mind,
Forever and ever and ever.

My 1st blog, and the hour at LKP!

So, first question first: Why a blog now? Why now when everyone thinks that the “blogging phase” is over? And so is, all the hype around it?

I don’t know exactly…though that might be precisely the reason: that the hype around it is over…Or maybe the fact that I have always loved writing and its only now that I have the time to actually start a blog.

Whatever the reason be, the fact is that I have started now, and intend to be regular at it (big hopes!!!) But yes, I will try my best.

So what is it that I want to write about in my first blog ever? I thought of a lot of things and almost settled on one of my biggest passions, food. But then it came very naturally to me. Of course I knew what I wanted to write about. The hour I spent at LKP yesterday. J

For non-WIMWIans, LKP = Louis Kahn Plaza, the most famous and architecturally, the most beautiful, perfectly scaled space in one of Louis Kahn’s most famous creations, IIM Ahmedabad. All through first year, each one of us yearned to spend time at LKP. To just sit there, doing nothing at all, just gazing at the stars, or chatting away with friends you have made in this place, and doing all this without any worry at the back of your mind. Without thinking that you have to go back and mug (IIMA lingo for study) for one of those numerous cases, quizzes, individual/group assignments, mid terms, end terms, etc etc etc. But that was asking for a lil’ too much.

It is true that usually we did not have time. And when we did, it was never without the thought of going back n mugging at the back of our minds. And even if not that, it always felt as if we were wasting our time, sitting in LKP. So, we pledged that when we came back after our summers, we would spend nights galore at our beloved LKP.

But it was not to be. So, yesterday, after much coaxing, me and two other friends went to CT (Café TANSTAAFL for the uninitiated) at 2:15 am…from there we proceeded on to the LKP. The setting was just perfect: cool winds, soothing grass, a full stomach from having had Maggi at CT, a bottle of Thumbs Up with us, and to top it all, no submissions to be done. (Well, not entirely true, as one of us did have a submission today) I don’t remember what we talked about, nor do I want to remember it. Just the feeling of sitting there for an hour was enough. And yes, there was something in the end which did make my day. But that would just be kept a secret, wouldn’t it?? ;)