Padmaja's

You are so near yet so far away And it is strange how my mind refuses to give you up There was a start and lot of ends But somehow we kept moving on I did know from the start that you were not supposed to be mine However, over some things we don't have any control of My life has moved  on and I am not 17 anymore But for you I will always remain a 17 year old Thank you for making me the woman who may cry at small things but who will not stop My hatred towards you fuels my ambition as I struggle every day to survive Yes i want to succeed and because of that I am here The second reason why I don't feel going home is  you

Weekends are  normally not lazy for me, but once in blue moon I find myself too lazy to even move out of my bed. Moreover, going out also means spending money. So, this weekend I wanted to remain confined within Ghatkopar or my apartment to be precise. So here  goes the list of things one can do on a lazy weekend. Read- This is always going to be my number one thing to do on a weekend. On a busy weekend, I catch up on some reading as I wait for the local train to arrive or  when travelling from one place to another. Whereas, on a lazy weekends one can curl up with a book. The presence of snacks near your bedside can also make the reading experience far more superior. If you are more of an online person then there is a whole universe for you to explore. Newspapers' weekend supplements are also available online. Hence, go forward and pick a web page that suits you. An important point that should be mentioned here is that one should turn their notifications off, otherwise  What

 When someone asks me about my stay in Kerala, I always say that it was not pleasant at all. Two seconds later, I would be praising Kerala’s natural beauty and appam( a dosa like thing). When I look back, I feel Kerala was the best thing that ever happened to me.  It was my first time, I was staying outside home. Kottayam is not like Chennai, Delhi or Bangalore. It’s a town in southern Kerala where everyone is either addicted to studies or church.  Kerala made me way tougher than I could have possibly imagined. The language barrier, strict rules , hostel regulations , having no one close to give a call, made me independent. Transition from a city to a town is difficult to adapt and we girls had a hard time coping up to that. I don’t understand whether it was Kerala or because it was small town, locals were more interested in knowing what was going on in our lives.  We had to reach hostel even before sunset while our counter-parts in other IIMCs were having the time of thei

Just a few days ago, our equities editor was describing us the Harshad Mehta scam and how it revolutionized the whole stock market. I have always believed that whatever happens happens for our own good. It makes sense too; to believe that everything happens for our good. This defense mechanism tricks our mind into seeing the good side of everything. In most cases, the good things do take a bit time to surface up. I wanted it to apply and see whether it is actually true or not. Does every cloud have a silver lining? To answer that , I started with my love life.  People say love happens only once but I have lost track of the number of times I fell in love. So starting with my first love, he was the kind of guy I thought I was meant to be with. He is a charming guy and had many friends whereas I was the loner. We hardly dated for five months but everything is still so vivid that sometimes it feels like yesterday. Seven years ago, he gave me something that remains with me: the love

 Life gives us all the ingredients to go ahead. Everyday a new lesson and experience is in store. From all that we learn, we become what and who we want to be. But sometimes, this life can fall short of teaching us everything. That is when we go back to our roots, our family. Every family member have their own insights to offer. But few among them outshine in our heart and mind that we start to look up to them for every answer. They are the pillar to support us, to lean on at times. They are the ones who watch our back. They are the role models of our life. I should consider myself lucky to have 2 such inspiring persons, my grandparents. If it ever comes down to choosing, I can say that my grandmother has a larger share of contribution. From the time I can remember, she has always been my go-to person. Don't we all give in to the human tendency to ignore the ones who matter the most and devote our energy to the ones who neither deserve it nor has ever tried to earn it? Afte

I was brushing my hair when the phone beeped. It was from a new tinder match. After two messages, we were ready to meet. First, let us name this guy number 2. Now let’s go 10 minutes back…. Sitting alone in a PG room with nothing to do, I thought about having a cup of coffee in the nearest CCD. I was getting ready when this guy pings me. He evidently lives in the same locality and was coming back to his home. Should I go with a stranger I know nothing about? We haven’t talked also. I heard Delhi guys are bad, what if……. Let’s go back 24 hours…. I just reach my room and start making Wai-wai. I have been chatting with this guy for two days. This is guy number 1. After a wedding party, he calls me up. He is elder than me and is also a tinder guy. Conversations continue till 2 AM. We decide to meet the next day if  possible…. In the morning…. Staying in a room for the whole day and having nothing to do seems like a punishment even my enemy shouldn’t get. Having wasted a lot of MB seeing v

My life is all about impulsiveness to the horror of my grandmother. Life is best lived without planning, enjoying unexpected turns and expecting nothing from others. And travelling. Travelling not to exotic locations but to places you know just a little about and where google also fails. It is a different kind of rush. Travelling alone or with a few people whom I like best is a great way to spend a Sunday. If that Sunday happens to be a birthday, everything falls into line quite naturally. Birthdays make me depressed and I don't know why. Birthday is a time to reflect what I have done the whole year and how I am going to spend my year. Hence on Saturday, I made my mind to go to Trivandrum alone. Going alone especially on a birthday is seen as a disease or a totally outlandish thing to do. But believe it or not travelling alone has a liberating impact. Things you never thought you can do alone now seems like cake walk. Boyfriends are long gone things and having a father who encoura

When cleaning my room I came across this big white plastic bag. It contained blue inland letters , cards, parcel wrapping and letters. All were for me. I read it once more and then burned it. People once wrote letters and then internet came in. E-mail made letters seem like snail mail. Hence the letter's journey to oblivion started. It didn't take  much time to fall in love with letters. We are blessed in a way to belong to a generation where we once sent answers by competition post card. Though, there was not much letter writing involved but  process of going to the post office and buying competition post card attracted me as a child. Though it was my father who bought things from the post office , I loved imagining the scene. After matriculation exam, I started going to the post office by myself. After a trip to the post office near my home, post offices everywhere looked, smelled and felt identical. My attachment towards letters and post offices continue to grow. Ha