weeknds l neva b da same again

Today we went to a slum. Two guys and two girls. Who would exactly love being woken from a late Saturday siesta…for whatever the reason is…?

Anyways, we cycled down to that place at around 5:30 in the evening, half an hour behind schedule. Actually we out sped the guys and landed in the wrong place, but nevermind, they called us back…

This was the first time I was at that place. We talked to a shopkeeper, who we thought could actually spread the word that we people would be obliged to come down to their place from the next weekend on. We would teach them i.e. we would provide kinda extra tuitions to them besides their school course, and help them out with their home tasks and stuff.

The best part was the response we got from the eager parents there. All of them want their kids to go real far in life, reach out for the stars. There were mothers who demanded some serious attention and called the two of us girls aside. They wanted their kids to be taught computers and all. Well that was costly proposition, we said we would definitely give that a thought…

What are you guys waiting for?

Wish us luck…

We are gonna pick up some social issues as well after we get to mingle with the junta a little better…

What else?

Suggest issues you think we can pick up in this project…

And I am gonna keep blogging about this so that you know, we guys can stay in touch :P

sumtym in da monsoon...

in the world from my window it always rains,always…

the drops dance to the tunes of an unknown music…

and rain accompanies sounds of many a distant bird…

a mild thunder isn’t that rare…

and then there are gusts of cold wind…

veteran trees that don’t budge,boughs outstreched…

but the tiny leaves trembling at the touch of rain…

like a virgin bride…

never ending green,tall grass,luscious grass…

swaying the way the breeze wants them to…

dusky,dreary,gloomy,orange-the sunset sky…

no neat boundaries,and just my hazy world…

just me and my reflections…

as it drizzles away by my window to the world…

an ode to my blog

There are dedicated bloggers, I have come across quite a few. People who update daily.
And then there are people who voice opinions in their blogs, for the likes of Jessica Lal.
Not that I do not have any such opinion nor is it such that I am too short-sighted to see beyond my tiny world of thoughts. I think a lot. I feel a lot. And when I have no one to open up to, (which happens more often than not) I give blogging a chance.

You know what?
Feelings are like instantaneous guests to me. I feel like writing them down that very moment. This happens when I am in the middle of a lonesome walk, or when I am watching the moon peep from behind the trees, when I see a street urchin, or whenever a chord within me is moved when I notice marvelous architecture –poetry on stone or paper. Or some touching music.These feelings get replaced by new ones. So I can never exactly keep them alive for long- they are almost like still-born children. I can never blog them out here, to give them a longer life.

Consequently I rarely update my blog thing. But my blog is like my baby…

And may be some day I too will start blogging to voice myself when I am more that sure about my opinions. And when I am strong enough to justify everything I feel about the world around me with adequate reason.

Till then, you guyz take care!