tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22646566611686602312024-03-13T22:39:16.719-07:00Living in the Shadows~The almost and the in-between.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.comBlogger259125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-79609486077903732442014-01-05T11:39:00.000-08:002014-01-05T11:39:00.818-08:00My speech at ISB Leadership Summit Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-86748391098956195152013-09-23T12:24:00.001-07:002013-09-23T12:24:01.415-07:00...
Do you prefer the loneliness that accompanies peace or the love that accompanies chaos?
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-30756217604548838112013-09-23T10:37:00.001-07:002013-09-23T12:24:39.602-07:00The best little note.
I'm with you for who you are not what I think you should be. Be free, be crazy, be Riddhi and walk out of here with anything you put your mind to. I love you and I know you can do it.
Stay hungry always. For life and love.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-67381638739979085432013-09-08T13:34:00.002-07:002013-09-08T13:34:43.932-07:00Strawberry fields forever
Dizzy,
Hazy,
Blurry just so.
That pain's back
It's piercing me
a thousand times so.
Maybe some of us aren't meant for happiness
Maybe some of us are just destined to write.
~
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-63391316439417391982013-09-08T13:22:00.000-07:002013-09-08T13:22:07.266-07:00Alive and Kicking? *cough*
Last Post: January 30th 2012.
That's the longest I've gone without writing. Well, writing sense atleast.
I don't think I'm worthy of facing a 'writer's block'. Random blogging here and there doesn't count as writing that can face that block.
I'd always felt a sense of pride in how well I could keep both sides of me happy- the left brained and the right brained. I remember all those business Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-63531431808322600282013-01-30T04:57:00.000-08:002013-01-30T04:57:00.699-08:00Today
Today,
I want to write.
I want to write until I start rubbing my eyes out of exhaustion, until they well up because of the strain, until it's dawn and I realize I've missed the dark night.
I want to write until every single thought on my mind has been worded and stares into my face.
I want to write until I feel drained of every emotion that I haven't expressed, even to myself.
Today, I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-78736580861056635232012-12-29T01:22:00.003-08:002012-12-29T02:01:08.695-08:00A Delhi girl who hasn't been raped. Yet.
I'm a 23 year old girl from Delhi. As I cheered the citizens' rise to the occasion and dedicated protests on ground and on the internet, I was guilty of a sense of relief. I was relieved and thankful that I did not have the same fate as another 23 year old girl from Delhi. Not yet, at least.
Does this mean that I don't have the same fate? I can't be sure. Just because I haven't been raped in Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-7298768752978229052012-11-26T01:00:00.000-08:002012-11-26T01:01:13.361-08:00Guess What
There's a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach,
That's traveled to the rest of me gradually
It's made my eyes blurry
And my head heavy
But I'm still looking at you
And I'm still smiling.
~
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-71308282315883595092012-11-15T10:28:00.000-08:002012-11-15T10:28:03.113-08:00If Only
I remember how it ended.
I remember how it ended, each time.
I told you that it was the last time and that I was done.'With what?' you asked slyly, knowing fully well that I'll never admit it, even to myself. I looked at you with a straight face but you could sense my nerves. I could pretend all I wanted but you could always bloody sense my confusion, my fear. You knew the jigsaw puzzle was Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-87488075190558171952012-10-29T11:50:00.000-07:002012-10-30T01:47:55.088-07:00...
Because in essence, we're all just pathetic, needy attention seeking whores.
~
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-75345255795846746922012-09-25T11:11:00.003-07:002012-09-25T11:11:52.581-07:00So love me
In that dream, I seldom talk about,
I knew why I hated you
And I never was shy to shout it out
In that memory of a long time ago
I knew I was weak,
Too weak to let go.
But every time I try to live today,
I think of how much you can be hated
And how you can be loved so.
You're everything I hate
And you're everything I'm afraid to love
So I'll walk out on you, again
Because I'm too scared to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-3112635079179124792012-08-04T14:23:00.002-07:002012-08-04T14:23:58.988-07:00
The night in those light bulbs,
The noise of the dark,
Tequila shots
That pierced the heart
The music around
couldn't drown out his laugh
So she danced and she cried
And she cried and she danced
~
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-43214127139802833192012-08-04T14:20:00.001-07:002012-08-04T14:20:22.451-07:00This is not it. Is it?
This can't be the it, can it?
It's been a while now. Long enough to have the facts fade away into a mere memory, but not long enough to stop feeling the pain. The pain that lives up to it's promise of being faithful to me better than you do, or ever could. The real issue was I never did blame you, or ever could. But as I sit on a couch narrating our story to a friend, the pain felt as Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-62085614636525683512012-05-27T09:21:00.000-07:002012-05-27T09:21:28.876-07:00Limbo
I don't think I'll ever make enough money.
I was told once that there are three defining areas of balance in one's life: Love, Work, Family, in no particular order. At any point of time, there are just two areas that are going for you. I couldn't disagree with this statement because it was applicable to my life and how.
But I've reached a point where I don't think even one of them are going. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-22129739912835931582012-05-16T05:45:00.000-07:002012-05-17T01:06:09.652-07:00New Goal, somewhat.
Deadline: 30th June
Write what? 3 short stories.
Really? Umm.. I never guarantee anything. Even to myself.
But let's give this a shot. For what it's worth. And what it's not.
~Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-73614671933581624992012-05-14T22:01:00.002-07:002012-05-14T22:02:00.524-07:00....
You're the throbbing pain in my mind,
You're the emptiness I threw up on,
You're the guilt I collapsed to,
You're the only one I ever laughed to.
~Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-3993395310385338072012-04-27T03:28:00.002-07:002012-04-27T03:28:55.972-07:00Et Two
Two of them,
and an awkward silence
Noises in the head
How the truth the bled.
Two of them,
catching their breath
Afraid of the reality
that lay ahead.
Two of them,
staring into space
remembering the lie,
the tight embrace.
Two of them,
lined up in thought
waiting for the other
to talk.
Two of them,
denying what was
dreading what will be
stuck in what is.
Two of them,
in limbo
One shied Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-50261639083318687902012-04-21T13:05:00.000-07:002012-04-21T13:05:13.246-07:00Inertia and what it brings
I'm restless in a very strange way. Restless for change, restless to change. But all this while comfortable with this disconcerting inertia that has become a routine now. It's inertia and it's disconcerting. And I've become comfortable in it. There are so many bundles of contradiction I'm surrounded by right now and this is just one of them.
No, I'm now wallowing in self pity or Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-32314136851131957512012-04-15T15:51:00.004-07:002012-04-20T01:16:43.920-07:00Love Myths
I do love cheesy movies. I have cried in some really corny ones. But I WILL NOT allow them to ruin this generation of ours. So if you don't already know this, you're well, ridiculously unreal. If you know this and have been living in denial, I hope this is a slap on that denial's face. Just kidding, I'm bored and I think am funny.
So laugh. Not that I'll know if you don't. Not that I'll Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-59436177036486495502012-04-15T14:05:00.002-07:002012-04-20T01:16:10.720-07:00Petty
I see you
Frowning in your head
Raising your eyebrow
and tightening your lips
Enough to make me cringe.
~Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-91495283480781670732012-04-15T14:03:00.000-07:002012-04-20T01:16:43.932-07:00The life made over
My life needs a makeover.
Not a very original statement, you'd taunt me. Heck, that doesn't change the truth in it.
I don't mean a new fancy wardrobe (though am always open to donation of sexy shoes) or expensive lip gloss. I mean a lifestyle make over.
I'm supposed to tick many things off that checklist this year. That checklist in my head that I run through everyday- finalize on further Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-82967715749049253292012-04-08T15:24:00.002-07:002012-04-20T01:16:43.927-07:00Longevity Measurement
It's been a while since I wrote something non-abstract. I really don't know why though and too lazy to delve into that. But yeah, this piece has been written in different persons. Not intentionally though. Just bad grammar.
There's something that's come back to haunt my nights and render them sleepless- a thought that I unabashedly play hide and seek with. Is it possible to relate to someone Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-18412042941662511062012-04-08T14:52:00.002-07:002012-04-20T01:17:09.395-07:00Someday, mad enough
With a little bit of courage
And an innocence sublime,
We can make it here, someday
We can dream all the time.
The hope we killed, ourselves.
The sleepless nights
The mind that worries itself silly,
Burning the midnight oil.
A generation spoilt for choice
Hunting madness, madness divine.
The anxious mind, the nervous heart,
Biting nails, afraid to start.
Someday, soon enough,
Someday, mad Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-10859256121387631612012-03-13T01:19:00.001-07:002012-04-20T01:17:26.413-07:00Diary entries I discovered #2
Little lies of yesterday,A white sheet,Plain, bare.Purity in the thoughts on spreeA life lost in being freeCome with me and share my lies,Ill pinch you just a little bit,You'll scream, just right.Diagonal DreamsBacked by a sorry promiseCome with meAnd see the stormIll help you lose yourselfIn shadows long.A dance on fireTruth's eternal satireCome with meInto a space hollowIll push you deep Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264656661168660231.post-91270062396623305552012-03-09T04:23:00.000-08:002012-03-09T04:27:07.679-08:00...
Sometimes, post a conversation, just one, you begin to see it all.
And then you look back at yourself and the memories seem to lack depth. And the dreams? Well they just seem foolish.
It's in one of these moments, that you learn to prioritize. And re-dream.
You don't like your new dream. But you've got no choice.
So you live with it- the new dream and the faded patterns of all the old ones.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07930960175700109914noreply@blogger.com0