Tuesday, July 11, 2017

I opened the door and quietly sneaked in..

Something I wrote for the TTT [Terribly Tiny Tales] application!
For all those of you interested in writing, do go and check out their application form.You are surely going to tickle your imaginative mind and it'll be fun no matter what the results turn out to be.
Q: A paragraph that should end with I opened the door and quietly sneaked in.
Related imageShe thought she was strong enough to resist me.But little did she know how powerful I am.I am the most favorite of the authors and the poets. She was a writer too. But I wonder what made her keep on resisting me.Maybe she didn’t like the way people like belittling me.Maybe she wanted me in the utmost pure form. Maybe she didn’t want me in bits and pieces. Maybe she didn’t want to welcome any of my antonyms along with me.Years passed by.Yet, she was still the same. And I kept on wondering how do I sneak in.I loved her.I wanted to make her love me too.I gave her what she wanted the most--time. But now, that was not an option too. I know she wasn’t yet ready for it.I wanted to make her feel what always accompanies me-the butterflies in the stomach, the nervousness, the shyness, the possessiveness.I know that that would change her into a completely different person. But I wanted to make her feel and believe that she’s stronger than me.I am love.And I decided to get into her life. I opened the door and quietly sneaked in.

Saturday, June 24, 2017


Oh June! What a roller coaster ride you have been.
You knew that I hate roller coasters,
Make me feel pukish and nervous and sick.
Yet, you decided to throw me onto one.
Twirl, swirl and turn me around.
Stop! I shout.
To which you are paying no heed.
You are turning out to be a month
I shall never ever forget.
So much is happening in my life
That if I sit and note down my thoughts
It is going to be all disarrayed and baffling.
When it is all plain and simple,
I crave for a change
Now that change is here
I crave for peace of mind.
I ain’t complaining about anything.
I only hope that few years down the lane,
My decisions seem to me sane.
Just as an ending note,
Thank you for teaching me how to survive and fight back,
For if it wasn’t you,
I would never learn how strong I am!

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Strange Feeling

Don’t you have a strange feeling before any new beginning? The feeling of restlessness and nervousness, the feeling that you’re going to move out of your comfort zone to start something new. The sadness that you’re going to no longer be a part of some people’s life. All you’ll be is a lifetime(?) memory for somebody.

Strange, but sometimes I wonder why we humans are given so many emotions.Sometimes, what feels a blessing starts bothering us. A point comes wherein the nostalgia and longing are equally paired with happiness and curiosity.

Doesn’t your journey through all this begin much before the actual start?A whirlwind of emotions and cherishing each day as it passes by, knowing this is the end to the ‘current’ and start to the unexplored.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Swing along!

Looking back to the posts of 2016
I feel pity for my poor blog.
Once, a source of joy for people
Has now become a place to barf my complaints.
One year and how could I have let that happen?
Is it my life that has turned so or just the writing filter that is working so?
Nah Nah! I remember I had my deepest laugh just yesterday.
Life is not bad c’mon!
A few friends, family and flatmates,
Filling up my life with the much-needed delight.
I promise you my alter-self,
I would use you not just to let my frustration out.
But in the coming months, I promise I’ll hug you tight.
Not to cry but to let tears of joy.
All it needs is to think of the good times,
And hope for better ones.
Then why weight the shoulders down
Thinking about what isn’t?

2am thoughts!

It’s 2 am in the morning.
Once, the favorite time of my day.
Then, I used to enjoy every bit of silence.
Now, the thoughts inside me seem to be louder than the silence outside.
“20’s are meant to be wobbly”-is what I hear people say.
A conversation with a dear colleague makes such thoughts sway.
“Everybody is sailing in the same boat”
What frightened some years back, now soothe the inside.
Yet, things do not seem convincing enough.
The thought that everything will fall in place is something I cannot fathom.
Always taught to fight to get what you want,
Now ask me to alter my direction.
“That’s not what you want” is the ultimate struggle between the brain and the heart.
Every day of my life goes in weighing the opportunity costs.
Should I meet my deadline or go out and enjoy.
“This time is never going to come back again”
Is the argument put forth by both.
Every day of the life goes in motivating myself a hundred times.
That the company should not be a deeper influence is what I learn.
You know what the struggle of an introvert inside but an extrovert outside is?
That people believe there is nothing hidden inside.
Yet this heart struggles to find a soul,
To which it can let its deepest fears out.

How beautiful it would be to just sail along?
How beautiful it would be to reach an undestined land,
More beautiful and greener than thought?
How about just letting go of the what-if thoughts?

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Being a Nosocomephobiac(Google that, folks!)

My first hospital visit in Hyderabad

You know how it feels right? Until and unless you belong to the category in which my flatmate belongs too-“Oh I love hospitals. That smell and those yummy idlis that they serve to the patients", you would very well know that it’s one of the most unpleasant experience that one can have.
I generally can do anything to avoid a visit to one. And that involves having beetroots daily, if that’s what it demands, or maybe having sprouts.

But some things are just unavoidable, you see. I recently had an ear infection and the left one seemed to have become numb. I had a few weird experiences wherein I asked my fellow mates standing to my left to repeat a few things a lot many times! Plus, my TT skills got deteriorated as I couldn’t hear the ball bang on the table clearly. I, as I do usually, tried out all the home remedies including dripping all sorts of oils recommended, into my ear but then I finally found out that things might go out of my control, I decided to break my own record and visit the nearest ENT.

Image result for scared girl clipartI took my office colleague along who belongs to ‘Hospitals are normal’ category and she sat there consoling me for the entire time. There was a point when I was waiting for the appointment and my legs were literally shivering. I am shit scared of doctors and hospitals. They make me feel nauseatic and uneasy. I find breathing hard. And plus, I was scared that she would advise for a surgery. That colleague was all the hope I had at that moment.

I went inside. She checked what was wrong. Tried sorting out the thing using her medical equipment but that didn’t help out. Next, she opened her drawer to take out a big huge syringe. And I found my legs shivering again. Looking at that, the uber-cool doctor herself started consoling me, saying it wouldn’t hurt. Next, while she was putting her studies to practice, I sat there tightly squeezing the nurse’s hand. Poor lady had to bear the pain equivalent to what I was!
Next, I started hearing every damn sound/noise. I just scratched my ear and I could hear that. I moved out of the room, into the waiting area and I felt as if I was in Bombay Railway Station. I could hear even the minutest of the resonances. 

Coming back home, I was the one describing all the sounds I could here. Poor people had to be patient and listen to all of the descriptions! :P

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Unique Pre-Birthday Nervousness

I’m usually a happy go lucky kid adult. Okay...A kid in the body of an adult.Kid, because even though I’m turning 24 tomorrow, I’m hell excited for my birthday, which is how it is usually. But I also feel like an adult. I’ve been pronouncing 24 all day long and thinking that the number is a magic number which automatically produces the feeling of being a grown up!Plus,t here’s nobody in my friend circle who’s older than me, who could empathize with this feeling that’s shouldering me since last two days. Other than the fact that I’ll have to now make poor chrome remember a new age for the autofill form feature, I don’t actually see why I should be worried about the +1.

Image result for attitude girl clipartI do not picture myself stop laughing and go and help when somebody would fall in anytime near future. Neither am I going to start sharing chocolates. So yes,as you might have understood, I’m just forcing my neurons to fire these feelings as an imprint on my brain.Plus, I’ve to get smart enough to find new excuses and answers to the most famous Indian question,"24, so when are you going to get married?". All lame ones of course.Because what I’ve found is logical answers are hardly ever accepted.

My plans when an agony aunty pops up such a question:
“Why?Do you have a son?Why don’t you give me his number”
“Why? Haven’t shopped since days or just want to savor some dishes?”
“When is –her kid’s name—getting married?”

See..I’m quite prepared to handle 24.Am I not?

C’mon now! Relax and sit back Pooja! It’s your day! 

Sunday, February 12, 2017


‘Hi again!’ said the wave to the shore.
What seemed to be a routine ,
soon turned out to be a longing.
The wave would bring to the shore-
all the stories of the sea.
And the shore would happily share with the wave-
the shells it collected all day long.
What seemed as a bond to the shore
was illusioned as an eternity for the wave.
Nobody’s fault it was.
For eternity does develop from a bond.
But the wave was naïve enough to not to know
that someday it has to pave another way.
The shore sometimes felt guilty
thinking it should have distanced itself firstly.
The shore and the wave couldn’t ever be the same again.
One was soaked in guilt, the other dried up in betrayal.


Friday, January 13, 2017

#MadeMeSmile 1

This post is the first in the series of the posts titled #MadeMeSmile. Weekly posts describing an event or a set of events that made me smile or be thankful for.

1st of January,2017, a friend of mine forwarded me this image.

Not an empty jar and notes, but a blog post every week would at least make me feel beautiful about my life and get me back on my blogging routine.
The first week of January went smooth enough.

1st of January,I visited an orphanage for the first time in my life.I had always wanted to go,but either life got a little busy or I got skilled enough to make excuses that everytime I thought of going, I couldn’t. I took a cake and spent an hour or so with the kids there. Saw diversity in them. That was also the first time I dared to go alone on a two-wheeler in this city.Of course, I could have booked a cab and gone,but new year should also be the year when I get rid of my fears and insecurities.Directions are a paranoia for me.They just scare the shit out of me.But I trusted my GPS and went out for a ride of a lifetime.Almost 20km on bike, with GPS enabled phone handy enough to check every 5 min and people who come to rescue when asked directions was all I had.A good feeling at the end of the day,I must say!

My parents paid me a visit for four days and the main purpose of their visit would shock you as much as it shocked my friends. I have trouble shopping. I can make light purchases but when it comes to spending beyond a certain amount, I need either sister or mom.I had to buy a silk saree and I had roamed almost every place with my flatmates here but to no avail.

So finally supermom came to my rescue and we went to Secunderabad for a hopeful purchase.

Sadly, Uber and Ola were on a surge that day and knowing that the local trains are pretty decent here in Hyderabad, we decided to board a MMTS.

In the train, I saw what saddens me the most. A cute little kid holding a musical instrument and begging. Behind her came her mother carrying a toddler. I don’t usually prefer giving money as alms to beggars until and unless there’s no other form of help I can offer. But at that moment, I had ‘Murukku’,an Indian snack in my bag.I offered one to that little girl who came to me begging.She took it without any hesitation and smiled at me.She wouldn’t be more than 6 years old.What she did next,is something that touched my heart profoundly.She, without a second thought, offered that single piece to her little brother whom her mother was carrying. I was at loss of any thoughts or words. At the age of 6,I only remember snatching things from my sister or maybe crying and weeping to get something. This amount of benevolence, I could neither have never had nor can have.
Seeing that, I took out one more from my bag and offered it to the little girl. She took that happily and went away.That left me thinking that the snack item was something she would have never had.And in spite of that how generous enough it was of her to not even take a bite and give it all to her brother.

As it is rightly said,’Being rich at heart makes you wealthy beyond compare’.The incident left me feel poorer.