Day already?

There's light outside. Who in the world is sleeping with the lights on?
I pull my blanket over my head trying to get some sleep after pulling an all nighter, not realizing its dawn already ..

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I see a blank page in front of me and it compels me to pen down my thoughts.

But there arises a veil. It whispers a word of caution. A notion of sense into the self that had gone haywire.

As much as tempting this blank page is to pour down my thoughts, it is never going to be private.

But, seeing the same blank page on a word document does not give me the same high as much as the blank page that has the potential to reach the entire world.

I want it out there and not out there at the same time. My thoughts are a paradox.

This waft  reminds me of him.

To let go or not to?

You know the answer, yet its not what you want it to be. Desperately not want it to be.

Is there a choice? Can it go on? If so, for how many days? What is to come out of it?

I like the font.

I'm tempted to type 'Regards, Amruta'.

What a life.

Amen to Life. The twists and turns. The ups and downs. The whiteness, blackness and greyness.

Escape or Engulf?

We never really know.

Random thoughts

Honestly, I thought I would be venting my anger through this post but having visited this blog after ages, going through its posts has calmed me down.
There have been lots of changes over the past couple of months. Changes I had never dreamed of. I don't know when I'll have the time to revisit this blog. Probably the next time I feel like I need to vent out my anger.
Its been a tiring day. I need sleep.
The Big Bang Theory's Season 8 is pretty good. Mostly because we can see Sheldon becoming more and more human & bearable.
He called. :D
Don't bother. :/
There was a time when even the slightest provocation/comment caused a profile pic change or a status change. The charm is lost now.
Too little achievement in all these years. Way too bad.

Long time no see.

The thought of blogging after a long lost gap is certainly refreshing. For a person who is lured to writing when indolence is not the greater part of her world, it is invigorating to ramble about the joy it evokes. Of writing, of getting it published, of having a footprint in the blogging world, in the internet zone, of being a part of Google's results.
Time takes up the role of a pilot in a scramjet ; I can sincerely quote that I'm glad it did so. College so far, honestly, has been a mixture of unexpected and unimaginable learning experiences. One would wonder if the techincal knowledge it offers has reached stellar heights, but I assure you, that is merely one fourth of the package. I haven't had the slightest inclination to associate myself with my elementary and cherished hobbies ( read writing). Although reading has not been cast aside, it is pitiable that my blog has remained in limbo for quite sometime. Not that it invites much traffic or anything ( I do hope, it does someday.) but I would like to call myself a netizen more than a citizen and like stated earlier, having a live blog open to 5.99 billion people all over the world is something that is truly exciting. The question if the 5.99 billion people have read my rambling is an entirely different thing. I would have to have a marketing strategy for that, well, after I put up some content that is worth inspiring such a mass.
I will do so when I'm not very busy reading up "stuff".

Crime.

Case File

April 20, 2000: Bibi Jagir Kaur's daughter Harpreet Kaur dies mysteriously; cremated a day later without post-mortem examination or inquest

April 27, 2000: Kamaljit Singh files petition in Punjab and Haryana high court, alleging that his wife Harpreet was murdered

September 2000: High court orders CBI probe into case

October 2000: CBI arrests Dalwinder Kaur Dhesi and Paramjit Singh Raipur, a Phagwara-based couple, on the charges of forcible abortion, conspiring to murder and destruction of evidence

November 2008: Accused-turned approver Dr BS Sohal dies in road accident at Amritsar

March 17, 2012: Court completes trial

March 30: Bibi Jagir Kaur held guilty

I felt this was one interesting case that needed to be on my blog. A case that shows that a parent in power could go to the extent of even letting her girl die rather than approve the girl's choice for marriage or save her reputation. The probability of such cases coming to light is fairly low, but the fact that the CBI probe has been successful in finding Jagir Kaur guilty is highly laudable.
The death of the accused turned approver doctor in a road accident is something that one encounters in movies right? But, no, our desi movies are derived from our very own desi politicians.

It is no fiction.

Reading about real life crime is more appealing than fiction.

Lingering Fragrance

Thou can see the image of stars in his eyes.

As he lay on the earthen bed; the twinkling stars of the skies,

Where he lay in the midst of his barren land,

With neither a friend of a foe close at hand,

Ticking the hands of time back again

He refreshes the by gone past in vain.

The smell of the earth bowled him over.

While he watered the flowers in full cover.

Violet lavenders, red roses, white daisies,

Where the beautiful colours of nature struck him with wonderful praises

The laughter of his children, quarrels with his wife.

Were what he longed now in his life,

The rain, wind, sea and sun

Are his companions as he has none,

Green trees, blue sky, garden in full bloom-

Were cherished by his kids and groom,

Then came along the fateful day,

When came the mighty waves at bay,

Flooding with moments of destruction, minutes of agony,

His family struggled to release from its clutches,

The giant, turbulent waves carried his love,

In the vast, barren earth he had to stow

The sea sickened him, his heart beckoned him to reach the dear ones,

With whom he had spent decades of fun,

There he lay in solitary, missing love's fragrance.

The sweet cry of his daughter, the overcooked food of his wife were what he longed for..

Fragrance of love-happiness,

Fragrance of hatred-sadness,

Were all the same for him..

Those lovely lingering memories were all that he cherished in his life now,

That filled his heavy heart with joy and weary eyes with tears.

The verses were jotted down a year ago during my school's poem writing competition which fetched me a prize.

A Farmer's Woe

Penned down in 2006..

As the wind moves the dry clouds..

The farmer looks up at the blue sky,

With some hopes of rain

To cleanse his farms and fields

The hopeful farmer is longing

To hear the pitter patter of rain

The howling wind storms the streets;

With dry leaves and summer dust,

Whilst the farmer sighs in vain

And wonders if he ever will

Enjoy the pleasing rain.

The weary farmer looks at his barren lands

Which ought to be a Moor land

As the twilight approaches

He laments of his own woes and worries-

For his family thrives only

On his cattle and fields.

A sudden chill night air blows;

And puts his out of worries

He is relieved of his woes and overjoyed

When he hears the dashing of the clouds

And the thunder and lightning,

Makes him dance in happiness!

The Farmer blesses the first drop of rain!

Which touches the dry earth

His heart swings in joy,

As he hears the pitter patter of rain!