#Sundays- Cricket, Memes and Creativity.

Well, well, well…

Today, we saw Pakistan emerge victorious in the ICC Champions Trophy, and let’s say quite a few Indians were really really disappointed. As usual, our news channels were quick at pointing out flaws, adding exaggerated headlines, and what not. It’s so easy to do so, isn’t it? Sit in front of a screen, or even in a stadium, and just pass comments. It’s so easy to judge when the subject isn’t you. But when it’s something personal or close, we have to be sensitive and defend ourselves against everything anyone has to say. Now I’m someone who admires performing arts. I’ve also been onstage a few times now and then. Even then there’s a kind of pressure. Stage fright and nervousness about how things will turn out. And this is to a tiny audience, nothing major. When cricketers play in a stadium, the people are in thousands. Cheering and booing at their every move. Even if you practise day and night there’s got to be pressure. And nobody likes losing. You can be sporting about the defeat but nobody plays with an intention to lose. Moreover, as I said, pointing fingers is easy. Doing something isn’t. People in our country, don’t just see Cricket as a sport. It’s more to them. A lifeline of sorts. But at some point, everyone has to understand that the players are humans too and wins and losses are bound to happen. They lost, it’s alright. Life goes on…

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But what I also like about this is the amount of humour. For a lover of memes like me, it’s a beautiful time to exist. For once, I find myself sharing memes on the entire scenario of the match that is going on, and not self-deprecating ones. Before the match, I saw memes mocking the other team, and when we were on the losing side, I saw memes about that too. Like we can make memes out of anything. Humour just comes to us, doesn’t it? I love how this happens though. This is a situation where all my die-hard cricket fan buddies are genuinely disappointed. Yet something about these memes and humour is helping them out here. Humour, rising out of sadness. Impressive.

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On the other hand, we did win the Hockey World League semi-finals. This was India V/S Pakistan too, and we won by 7-1. But of course, much importance isn’t being given here, because it’s not cricket. Huge victory anyway though. It’s high time everyone started noticing and giving importance to sports other than cricket too.

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In other irrelevant news, I continue having my minor jerks of creativity, where I need to get my ideas somewhere. This used to happen to me with respect to book plots because I really want to be an author someday. Now, it happens to me with film plots too. And of course, all these ideas lie idle in one corner of my head. Hopefully, I get them on paper someday. Maybe that’d be more plausible if I was more organised with what I did and how I did. For example, if I wrote regularly, I’d probably have a book by now, but no, I don’t. Because I keep procrastinating under the pretext of ‘not being inspired enough to pen down anything.’ I wonder if it happens to every creative person though? Random ideas and then not really knowing what to do with it. Or just not being inspired enough. Or wanting to see the end of that idea but not being able to do justice to work on it.




#Sundays- Rains and Longing

I might be a bit obsessed with rains..

As I write this, with a stomach overly filled because of my inability to stop eating when there’s good food, regardless of how full I already am, I look back over the week I had, my eyes slightly drooping as the clock strikes 11:38 pm. Funny how doing absolutely nothing can also tire you out.

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Over the past week, I had the joy of witnessing a lot ofΒ  rains in my city of Mumbai. However, these weren’t proper downpours, the kind that I like. But rains nevertheless, appreciated by the pluviophile that I am. A part of me awaits to go to Bangalore and move into my new room, which is closer to the terrace so I can go to the terrace whenever it rains, and just sit there enjoying the feeling of water droplets falling all over me, consuming me. What I have also come to realize is the different scenarios associated with rain needn’t necessarily feel the same to all. Like I always thought that reading a book as it rains, and sipping coffee at the same time, is a heavily blissful experience, but as someone who tried it, let’s say I didn’t particularly enjoy it. It wasn’t bad, it was just not out of the ordinary for me, individually. On the other hand, sleeping to the sound of rain pouring outside, hitting on rooftops and making noise has got to be one of the best feelings to me personally.

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It really needs to pour for a few days at a stretch here in Mumbai. It bothers me to know that these showers can’t tame the heat here. It needs to get colder and more pleasant. Now that’s what I love and miss about Bangalore. The climate is heavenly compared to home. Yes, it’s cold and it takes incredible efforts to get out of bed every morning to get to college but sometimes that’s literally all you need and want.



#Sundays- Terrorism, Feminism and Weddings.

Too many thoughts going around in my head, over the week. πŸ™‚

The last time I posted, I was talking about the Manchester Attack at Ariana’s concert. And over the week, there have been quite a few terrorist attacks in different parts of the world including Muslim countries like Afghanistan, killing innocent people. As it turns out, Muslims are quite a large population of victims of terrorism too, then why do we get the rights to blame it all on them? Yes a good majority of terrorists that are known or organizations that are known might be Muslim, but there’s also the same people and organizations formed from non-muslims too. Is it hard to establish that terrorism has no religion?
What a shame it is, to know that we are so obsessed with destroying each other. Killing each other, and then putting the label of a certain group or religion on it, because that makes it so much better doesn’t it? Instead of finding out the culprits, we can thus be suspicious of everyone’s motives with us.unnamed (3)

Moving on, I like to believe I’m a feminist. I believe that both genders are equal and should be given equal rights. And women right now, need to be empowered so that we can be as good as the men in our society. And empowered women empower women. #GirlLove is so important. But due to a turn of events that took place over the weekend, I’ve come to realize that women don’t think twice before pulling each other down just to make themselves feel good about their own existence. It’s pitiful for any human to be doing that, and being able to lead their normal life knowing they probably made someone feel really bad about themselves. And what is it with commenting on someone’s looks? Your facial features are supposed to be a bonus, not the whole package. So many people preaching feminism and women empowerment and then not even thinking once before spreading hate against another one from our community of women. What gives any woman the right to go ahead and insult another? Is it just to make herself feel better and different from others? Because that’s going to just help you as an individual feel better and do absolutely nothing about being better as a community.Β images (40)

The week for me, was an entirely hectic one. With a relative’s marriage, where I came to the realization that marriage is just not for me, I think that’s enough for me. Marriages are such extrovert meet-ups. And it’s not even like extroverts need to meet-up. They do it anyway. Now at this wedding, there were so many unknown relatives, one of them suggested my mother dearest, that she’ll soon have a son-in-law. Let’s talk about how this woman doesn’t even know me. But she’s already all prepped up for my marriage, which ain’t happening for a multitude of reasons. Lets begin with my inability to extrovert at someone else’s wedding, let alone my own. Then, I have way too many goals to accomplish, and being someone’s wife is very unfortunately, not one of them. Goals before assholes.Β images (42)

During this wedding period of 4-5 days, which were merrily spent with my relatives(please note the sarcasm), I happened to have heard some more comments which made absolutely no sense. A cousin was getting yelled at for back-answering someone older, and as much as I know he should be, because back-answering isn’t done, what he did was, in my opinion, not anything wrong. Maybe he should have had a lid on his temper, so yes, yell at him for that. But what kind of logic is,”He/She is right because he/she is older.” Well, relatives, you’re older too, but you’re ignorant too. Most people who are a few generations older, happen to not be open to a good majority of topics, and are really narrow-minded when it comes to accepting and coming to terms with a good amount of concepts and ideologies. So no, just because you’re older, you’re not necessarily wiser.Β 20170604_185325

Finally, I write this sitting in a nice cozy room in the cool hillstation of Panchgani, as a nice view of the valley is right outside the window to my left. It feels good, to finally relax and take a breath in relief, with no extroverts socializing around me. In the past few days, I had experienced severe annoyance with everyone, but I also did experience some nice occurences too. Like the car ride yesterday evening, I saw the colours of the sky change from blues to violets and reds as the lower curves of the clouds seemed to be highlighted by the oranges and reds, the sun setting soon. The beautiful valley of Panchgani, appeals a lot to me. The quiet here is something I’m enjoying right now, but I’m quite sure I’ll be finding it eerie soon enough. The cool breeze here and the quiet are taking me back to the tiny town in Bangalore where I stay most of the year, because education. The weather is something I’m indulging in, and I know in just another month, it’ll be a regularity for me.

#Sundays – Manchester Attacks and Revisiting Bangalore.

Decided to start something like a weekly segment, so that I put things up here. πŸ™‚

I decided that I’ll write a post every Sunday, to make this a somewhat active blog. Sundays with Srushti. Gonna be one of those things I decide I’ll surely do and end up not accomplishing. But then I’ll also tell myself after successfully failing at this, that at least I had the guts to try and not everyone does, but I know that’s my own way of making myself feel good about my existence.

Let’s start with how shattering the Manchester terrorist attack has been. If you do not have an idea about this, here’s explaining it in short- A suicide bomber attended Ariana Grande’s concert last week and as the concert ended, the bomb blasted, killing around 20 fans and injuring about 50 others.
Concerts are places where people go to have a good time. I have only ever been to one concert, but I loved every second of it. And I have followed certain artists, including Ariana, enough to know that if I go to her concert, I’d be totally into it. Quite sure the same can be said about the fans who were attending the concert that day, and those who are now scarred for life because of the events that took place, the wounded ones and especially those who met their fate. What a sad thing it is, to kill people at a place where they only came to have a good time and take back beautiful memories. If this isn’t enough, people blamed Ariana for the attack and of being an attention-seeker, dragging the attention of the victims of the attack.

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There’s this thing called survivor’s guilt. The fact that this attack happened at her concert, and innocent people lost their lives due to the same, must have affected her too. Moreover, she offered to pay for their funerals, and is holding a charity concert, the funds from which shall go to the families of the victims’ of the Manchester attack. Concerts are supposed to be a safe haven for everyone to come and enjoy, not a gateway to death. What happened is truly saddening, and makes us question the safety and security of not just concert venues, but even a lot other crowded places we so regularly visit, like metro stations/travelling by metro trains, supermarkets, etc.

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But it’s only during times of peril, that we see gems of humanity rise. During the days following Manchester attack, willing donors queued up outside hospitals to donate blood for the wounded and needy. Free taxi rides were being provided to anyone who might need to get back home safely. A few hotels were taking in children who were lost and needed shelter. When you notice acts like these taking place, that’s when you feel like there’s still hope in this world. Hope for a better future. Hope for humanity.


Moving on to other things, I’d like to talk about, I realize it’s been a month since I have been back home in Mumbai. And I love Mumbai. A friend asked me once to say the first word that comes to my mind when someone mentions Mumbai. And it was Dreams. Everytime I’m in Bangalore, there’s a slight longing for Mumbai. Something about it pulls me towards it always.

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But lately, I’ve come to realize what a year in Bangalore has done to me. As I lead my carefree lifestyle under my parents’ roof in Mumbai, I casually keep mentioning something or the other about Bangalore every now and then. Like the other day, I went to McDonald’s with a friend, and we both got ourselves soft drinks. I noticed how they have the plastic cap over the glass. So I started telling my friend how we don’t get that in Bangalore, as Bangalore tries minimizing plastic as much as possible. And I took all the pride as I let her know that.
And oh, the talks and stories about PG are endless. About how I’m the father of the family, to late night conversations on the footpath, and the surprise birthday parties, and eating at tiny local shops, there’s so many memories I have. And even though I am not the most optimistic of people, I realize I have a lot to be thankful of. The second semester at college got me some amazing friends, fun, and a lot to look forward too. So, I guess I could say that I’m kinda looking forward to second year, even though I don’t really have much hope from Industrial at my college.



I think that’s a good amount of writing for the day, and it feels good to have written what I felt. Also, if you’d like to donate for the victims of the Manchester attack, here’s the link for the same-

πŸ™‚ Peace πŸ™‚

Dead Poets Society

one of the few movies that stay with you?

Might have spoilers, if you haven’t watched it..

Watched this classic very recently for the first time ever (yes, I’m really late on pretty much everything), and then I literally couldn’t hold it back and I had to pen it all down. This movie is such a beauty. It’s been like two days since I watched it for the first time, and I do not mind watching it again even now. We all have our ‘must watch’ movies and ‘all time favorites’. And this one happens to have made it’s way to both lists for me, on an individual level.

Watched this classic very recently for the first time ever (yes, I’m really late on pretty much everything), and then I literally couldn’t hold it back and I had to pen it all down. This movie is such a beauty. It’s been like two days since I watched it for the first time, and I do not mind watching it again even now. We all have our ‘must watch’ movies and ‘all time favorites’. And this one happens to have made it’s way to both lists for me, on an individual level.

Let’s talk John Keating. Robin Williams has done such a wonderful job at playing the character. And somewhere don’t we all need a John Keating in our lives? Maybe not a teacher in a literal way, but definitely a person who teaches us to sometimes just look at things from a different perspective. Someone who constantly tells us to go seize the day, and that we have the power to make our lives extraordinary. More importantly, let’s talk about how Keating was a teacher who believed in his students. How he had faith in all of them, even Todd who sat there timidly for most of the part. And yes, maybe he made things for Todd a little awkward by suddenly forcing him into a poetry exercise, but the way he came up with that poem, and the words from Keating, surely helped Todd break out of his shell at least a bit. dps2

What I love most about Keating is, he didn’t stick by the syllabus. The book wasn’t his bible, and he wasn’t just teaching these boys something straight out of a book that they’ll learn for an exam, and then forget. He was trying to teach them something that would stay with them forever. He was molding their personas, one step at a time. He was teaching them how to think and not what to think. He was letting these boys venture into their own mind and soul, letting them explore, if it can be put that way. And I think that this was very important. In a world, where we are all given the same education, and the only thing that makes us different compared to the other person is a few numbers on a sheet of paper, how important do you think you are as a person? How much do you matter to yourself? How well do you know yourself? When someone asks you a question, do you give a generic answer that probably a thousand more are going to give, or do you reply based off what you think and believe in? To not just educate someone to be a good adult, but to educate someone to think and believe, is something, that needs to be done more often.


The idea of Dead Poets Society, sounded very intriguing. I loved how the boys were slowly opening up to Keating, and soon enough Dead Poets Society was on. It’s like they had warmed up to him, and his unconventional ways of doing things, his philosophies and ideologies, etc. Although I felt like Neil was the only one who was actually in the society for the poetry and his bond with the boys, and I didn’t really appreciate how the others in the group weren’t really much about poetry, I really liked how these boys had grown so close to each other. And somewhere, Keating and the society meetings were helping these boys to grow as individuals, and in Keating’s words,”Seize the day.”


Neil’s death was horribly painful. To see him grow as a person throughout the movie and then ending up like that was devastating. Moreover, it seemed like things were falling in place when his father allowed him to play his part in the play, even though he ordered him to give it up just a day back. Knox and Chris seemed to be working out, and Charlie, or Nuwanda, wasn’t suspended. All seemed well, but then Neil’s father decided that Neil won’t make decisions for himself, and thus forces Neil to change schools and also declares that he will be a doctor. And very evidently it was too much for Neil to take. The sad part is, this still happens so many times, in today’s era too. Parents do not realize that their children can make their own decisions, and when it comes to a career choice, they should probably be allowed to. Children are not parents’ puppets, that they can just puppeteer all their lives.

Todd’s reaction to Neil’s death was heartbreaking. But what was worse, was Meeks ratting out the Dead Poets Society. But I did come to realize that he didn’t really have a choice per say. It was either them or Keating, and they didn’t get to choose. Their future mattered, and as much as they loved Keating, they had to sign the papers, even if unwillingly so.

And Keating did leave, but what stayed was Todd standing on his table and yelling “O Captain, my Captain!”, for him, followed by the rest of the boys. Todd, of all the people, did that, was what was impressive. It just showed how much he respected Keating and everything he had done for all of them. And I think that for me, seized the day.


Last one for #PoetryMonth

Do you just detach yourself
And regret attaching yourself
From someone you thought,
For you they’d have fought.
But now the truth lies right there,
And you’ve had your fair share,
Of suffering
And trying
At keeping
The boat afloat.
And you’ve tried a lot,
A lot you fought.
But sometimes you cut the chord,
Even though it might seem hard
Maybe freedom is the only reward,
But soon, you’ll value the liberty,
And find someone genuinely trustworthy.

A/N: Anddd I successfully finish #PoetryMonth yay ^_^ . I’ll probably be taking a tiny break, before posting anything else, but for now i feel so accomplished for having made it πŸ˜€

Good Things are coming.

Oooooh, I got a good feeling.

When the days are bad,
And you end up sad,
Lying in bed, eyes filled with tears,
Silent screams that no one hears,
But you keep going on, telling yourself,
Good things are coming, all will be well.

And its all storm and thunder,
And you’re left to wonder,
If things will ever be right,
But you have faith, you hold on tight,
Sun shall shine, after the rain,
Good things shall come, gone will be the pain.

So when finally, the sun shines,
The dark clouds are gone, after all this time.
And you can feel an inner voice say,
Here is what you wanted, your happy day.
And you look back at how far you came,
You smile and realize you won the game.
And how did you do that? Was it possible?
You knew good things were coming,
You weren’t weak or feeble.

Now you know what to do,
When you feel all alone and blue
So when every negative thought strikes like a sword,
You hold your shield, like a priceless reward.
And you tell yourself what you dearly believe,
Good things are coming, good days to live.


A/N: Sorry for the delay in putting up today’s work.. I kept on procrastinating and later my internet gave up on me πŸ™‚Β 

A little strange.

Finally, summer break.

It feels a little weird,
To be back home,
And a part of me wonders
Will I still feel alone?

And it’s strange adapting to the mannerisms,
Which I actually grew up in,
It’s like a trip back in time
And I don’t know if it’s a win.

It’s a little hard to grasp,
That I’m finally back here
After such a long wait,
Back to my hometown so dear.


A/N: I’M HOMEEEEEE !!!!!!!! Finally, ahhh. 17-hour bus journey later, I’m here for a good 2 months yay!


Literally about my bus journey back home..

Sleeping in buses,
Staring at skies,
As they turn from blue,
To starry blacks.

Opening the windows,
Enjoying the breeze,
Hair blowing with it,
Stomach at a bit of unease.

Getting down and being quick,
In gathering dinner and eating it
Talking and talking and talking,
About utter nonsense, followed by laughing.

And when the journey ends,
Excitement followed by a sad feeling.
Home was the destination
But we also lived for the journey.


A/N: Couldn’t post yesterday coz bus journey and we were pretty much in a lying down position all the time πŸ˜›

Time to go.

I’m back on track πŸ˜›

It’s time, it ends,
For a while, leaving these friends,
But I was so used to it all,
Grown to like it, familiar were these walls.

Missing the comfort of home,
And liking the life alone,
We came a long way together,
From being tiny buds, to spreading our feathers.

And I know it’s not the end,
I know we’ll meet again
And I’ll have a good time home,
But I don’t mind starting over, all alone.


A/N: So, 1 year away from home, and I’m all geared up to go back home, but I have grown to love my PG life and staying away from home ahhh :):