Author Archives: Ramya

Nine’s and Three’s

Exams are always a help I say! These hours spent in the loneliness of an examination hall where one cannot talk to even the dearest of enemies and have to spend the entire stretch of unending tick-tock with painstaking concentration on wholly one’s self, can sometimes reveal the funniest of facts – of course, only to the self – and bang the head with the brightest of ideas too!

Well yes, exams are the place for absurdities too! You don’t know why something happens the way it does when in an examination hall. For example, how a bright 16year old sitting through the mathematics paper of the CBSE class 10 boards could not simplify ‘square root of nine’ as three; ahem, + or – 3 as always corrected by my father; is something even beyond his own comprehension. Thereby, he reduces the quadratic equation to a step from where it could have actually been reduced further – yet the 16year old feels completely at peace and perhaps proud too that he did it All alright!

It reminds me of the scene from Taare Zameen Par where the little Ishaan travels in his space craft to Join ‘planet’ 3 with ‘planet’ 9 as an answer to the problem of adding 3 to 9. This has been picked up straight from one of Calvin and Hobbes comic strips, which were brought to my notice by a friend – who instead of generating Sales for his company in the crucial month of the last quarter, was actually busy laughing over Calvin and Hobbes sitting on the 19th floor of his office building overlooking computer-wallpaperish scenery of the Pacific bay, sipping on coffee and munching on cookies! Well, he claims he passed one big exam of his life – the IIT JEE, and whatever has followed till date has been the fruit of passing that one exam.


Ahh… so like I said, exams do help! 🙂  

She

All on a summer’s day
She walked out
Into the sun;
Hat on her head
Sparkling shoes on a stroll;
She knew no walls
No tricks, no play
Out she was, on a
Rhythm with a pretty gait.
Trees bent down and
Greeted her; she kissed
their leaves,
Hugged the cool breeze; and quietly
Blushed at her flowers.
Tip-a-Tap Tip-Tap
She hummed a tune
With her hands at a clap.
Sun shone at her bright
She walked on
Without a hesitation in sight
For she knew;
And smiled with glee,
Time had come for her to Be.

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Bell

On the slab of the window 
She sat and watched the sun go
The sky changed colours
From blue to hues of pink and yellow

The wind touched her bright face;
Her only companion at the window
Moved gently,
And played music with grace

On the green grasses of Sky
They sat; watched the sun come by
It added new colours 
And took away the gray

The wind was with her today
And her old companion
Was moved over, gently
To the wind where his music lay

Of Mails, Kiddo and Blogs

Inspirations. We all have our Inspirations. I have a few of them in my life. People and Moments. They have helped me shape my life the way it is now, and I am grateful to them for it.

The one Inspiration that needs a mention here is a dear friend of mine; was a senior at engineering college and is popularly known as Banjo to most. For me, for a long time this person was the most delightful writer – writing what, was and still is a personal choice – in my life! Words that always stuck the right chord; Notes that tuned in the right music – and I knew the very first time he wrote to me that I had got myself a friend who wouldn’t stop throwing Gyaan at me.

Now, as I sit here in front of my laptop and begin to draft out the first post of my blog, I realize I cannot start blogging ‘officially’ unless I confirm my gratitude to this man who made me believe and made me feel that I belonged; and inspired me to make my own story. It is to him that I dedicate this post to, and earnestly thank him for stirring the emotion in me to paint this canvas with my dreams!

Here’s to you Madhurjya!

[ And, I am sorry about the plagiarism, but there was absolutely nothing better than this one! Also, maybe I have got too used to seeing blogs only this way 😉 ]