Thursday, February 24, 2011

How about a Bucket List?

So I was watching The Bucket List the other night, with even more contemplation than the two times before that. Why? Because I was feeling morose and so I thought, that the energy that's so lying dead inside me would be better concentrated on a movie so subtle, with a profound outlook to impending death.
Death is inevitable, very much like life, in the true sense of it. Very few of us are lucky enough [or not] to be told the time of their death. So, it's better to have a personalized bucket list, eh? Makes living life so much more purposeful, and joy-ful [which is not a word, by the way]. So, yes, caught up in the complex expressions that Morgan Freeman kept displaying every minute, I decided that I'm going to have a bucket list. A very own, personalized bucket list, that will give a deep meaning to my stupid existence on earth. So that, if tomorrow, a totally random person walks up to me, and asks "why-the-hell-don't-you-f***-off-from-the-face-of-this-earth*, I can proudly show him/her my bucket list, which at that moment, would be lying contently in my denim pockets waiting for its bulletins to be ticked off. Get it?
So well, I will not put up wishful and hypothetical things like I want to own a plush sea side bungalow in Goa/ a Volkswagen beetle/ *tada data*.. [read: loads of rich luxury stuff*] in the list, because that will make me look materialistic and blind to the simple pleasures of life. So well, cutting it short- THE LIST.

  • I want to have a walk by the sea shore, in a beach that would be enamored by the beautiful colours of sunset, that would be empty of all chaos, save for me and my special someone.
  • I want to bungee jump. Yep. Not because I'm an adrenaline junkie or something, but i want to experience the tense moment between me having worn my suit and me, being pushed down [considering there is no way on earth i'd jump down, compulsively].
  •  I want to go on a bag pack trip across India, experience my country first hand, eating in road side dhaabas, travelling in crowded buses and trains, asking for lifts from truckwallas, yes, that India has to be the most enriching, not the India trip that some tours&travels organizes for you.
  • I want to have a whole library made in my future house. Loads of books to be read, to be learned, and to be smelt. Yes, you read that right. The smell that emanates from a new book, is any reader's delight.
  • I want to take loads of photographs in my life. Yes, I have a taste for photography, and I want to adorn the walls of my future house with loads of them.
  • I want to make a silent, submissive trip to the backwaters of Kerala. Lets say, a self examining trip. And this is one trip, I wish to make alone, wherein I want to be away from the chaos of city life and experience beauty, serenity and simplicity first hand.
  • I want to go to Paris, yes.
  • I want to attain contentment, which is something I do not boast of, not right now. But someday, I want to be happy about how life is shaping up, and how there is nothing much to worry about.
  • I want to have thousands of followers, but more importantly I want to be appreciated for things that I believe I'm decent in, writing being one of them.
  • I want to write a book, or I want to contribute creatively to a very important piece of document.
  • I want to sing like crazy in a karaoke bar, yes, the soonest I can. And yes, I can sing pretty decently too.
  • I want to learn to play the tabla, so bad. And the guitar too, yep.
This list will keep getting updated in the recent future. You can never expect a person to want to do so less in their life span. Of course. Life is a funny place to live in. Sometimes so subtle, and sometimes, so on your face. It's kinda funny, really. But might as well take it with a pinch of sugar/salt as you may please.

Thursday, February 17, 2011


Slowly, with nervous, insecure fingers, she touched the photographs, looked at them, rather merely glanced. It was not the photographs that bothered her. Okay, they did, but only a slight bit. It was the uncertainty that was gnawing into her empty recesses. Is it possible for any person to feign anonymity? To block yourself from the prying eyes of the world, to wither within yourself, and then someday, die, a lowly, unimaginative, and neglected death. Well Sybil did that, but she had Dr.Wilbur for comfort for the most part of her life. But, she was no Sybil, not mentally disturbed as much as Sybil. A slight bit, maybe. Not much. Like her grandma would say, "not too much, not too less, sooogar". Funny, she was. She smiled.
The photographs reminded her of an eerie past. Eerie because she was happy then. Not alone and happy. Well, you might ask as to how happiness could be eerie, well for Nina, it could. She was not used to it, the happiness.
It was not too long ago, that the hallucinations started. Not too long ago, when she realized the presence of the very human shadows that kept following her. Not too long ago, that she started dreaming of her own death.
The shadows ruined it all, the happiness, the impending marriage with Aaron. She drove him away, yes it was her all the way, with a little help from the shadows. Trust was a word that she knew nothing of, not anymore.
The would kill her, the shadows. Humiliate her, make crap fun of her. And then ultimately bring her down.
The death was inevitable, now, even more so.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

An award has been dropped on my lap!

It feels great, when people think you write well. Most do. But, it feels even better when you're appreciated for it.
Have recently been awarded the Most stylish blogger award by this wonderful blog.

As this is a pass on award, I would like to award some bloggers whose work I exceptionally enjoy reading. Thank you so much for this award.I love all the blogs I follow, but these few are simply my most favourites. :)

There are four duties to perform you have to perform after you have received this award.

1. Thank and link back to the person who awarded you this award  :: [DONE]

2.Share 7 things about yourself:
 ---- My name is Meher, and I'm a weird-ass 18 year old.

 ---- I am fixated with poetry, especially the one with blank verse, coz i suck when it comes to rhyming schemes.

 ----I'm very resolute and strong, not the kind of person to be breaking easily. I'm kind of a loner, yet, a very extrovert person.

 ----I'm passionate about my dreams and my ideas, and have etched out the future like I want it to be.

 ----I'm a very creative person, and I welcome criticism if it is rightly given, else, I usually try not to respond to it. Trust me on this, I'm quite a tough nut to crack [pun intended].

 ----(Trust me, its taking me a great deal to think about 7 points about myself) I love reading, and I appreciate good writers. And I believe anyone good in what they do should always get their due, even if they are better than me, which so many are.

 ----I've always been very opinionated about everything around me, but I keep my opinions to myself, unless asked.

3. Award 15 recently discovered great bloggers :: 

Trust me, this is a very difficult job. But these are the few blogs, that have kept me totally gripped.

There were other notable bloggers who were awarded this award by some other blogs, hence I haven't mentioned them. =)
4. Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award!

I'm gonna do it soon. =)

Monday, February 7, 2011

Letters to weird people, and things #1

Dear apple,
Why the hell were you made by God? Why did Eve have to eat you up and cause human kind so much of pain. Come to think of it, since the time that the world was made, weren't you designated as the forbidden fruit? Why then, does my mother look for ways to put you inside me? Seriously, apple-dearest, why don't you die?