Alas

In a world were you trust none,

I trusted you, the one.

To hold by my side,

through peace, turmoil , joy, pain,

through love, sorrow, laughter and worry.

To hold by my side, to hold your heart,

 High up in my world,

And you, in yours, with mine.

I trusted you, the one.

I did not expect you to be my beacon in the darkness.

My only hope, Nay!

Darkness didn't exist anymore,

not in my mind , no longer in my world.

I trusted in you, as a friend.

As a companion and for life.

I trusted you, the one.

I did not want to own you

I did not want hold you,

from your own people.

You were mine, but

Not mine to own.

You were the love,

that I wanted , forever.

I trusted you, Alas.

Every word, Every action

Anything, everything, nothing

Nothing I said mattered.

Nothing I said was something.

My everything was your piece of dirt.

It grows in me.

A hatred past that love.

A small black tree , rooted deep.

Your empty words, empty promises, empty concerns,

Empty Actions, Duty and not concern

Nay.

I doubt duty too, Habit perhaps?

If anything I said ever mattered

You would have understood me better.

I trusted you, Alas.

My concerns were a tiny displeasure

Flicked away with the sands of time.

My words, and your deaf ears.

My worries and my owes,

Your defiance.

Alas.

To you, everything I woe for

Is my own creation.

My own self inflicted wound.

If you had looked hard, ever

You would have seen otherwise.

You would have acknowledged

Something that was always real.

But Maybe, It is self inflicted.

The only wound , You.

I trusted you, Alas.

In my moment of weakness,

I showed you my tears,

I yearned to be with you.

But alas, the time and the concern

You have for someone else,

Was and Is never to be mine.

And your face , not for my eyes.

I am glad I trusted you.

I learnt a lesson,

One too valuable.

To Drive or Not to

A recent conversation with a close Frnd made me 

wonder,come to think of it,

in a world like today , a generation like ours, how many of 

us are truly inspired or truly motivated.?



Conviction arises from within only when a person is really 

inspired, anything less than that, is merely an obsession or a 

side track from your real destination, that you took just to 

over take someone. Are we really obsessed, or driven with a 

real conviction about something we truly believe in?


A lot of us can relate to the procrastination that comes up 

when faced with an unpleasant task, procrastination to 

escape into doing something more pleasant , so how many 

of us actually have the drive to move mountains?

We are made to believe that everyone of us actually be at 

the top of the ladder, but big surprise, or rather 

disappointment, we know what we are culminating ourselves 

into.Think about it, True inspiration, or mere obsession.?


Where do you stand?

Just a mere thought.

Butterfly's Kiss - Dedicated post.

Dedicated post.

You know when you gently hold a butterfly in your hands and it kisses you before it flies away?

Maybe like that.

Its curious and light.

I love the strength in your eyes and hands and maybe the attitude.

Hold my hand :)

Listen to my voice, and be curious.

Keep wanting.

But, that's all i will leave you to ponder on.

You would never ask, and neither will i tell you.

Find me in the warmth of the sun 

And in the coldness of the rain

Sit beside me in silence, and

That's all 

I'll let you ponder, And be curious.

And maybe i may fly away like the butterfly

Or just stick around.

And maybe tell you more.

And for the rest of you, 

I won't tell you who :)

Scaramouche

The Italian Joker - Scaramouche - Start Up venture

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     External Article Link The Italian Joker

A quirky, fashionable ,hippy and funky brand, Scaramouche is a student initiative that was sought out by the need to provide a douse of character to accessories & design witty merchandise. An idea to create merchandise which we never were able to find anywhere else, an idea that sought out Uniqueness from the very beginning , now that was the birth of Sacramouche .

Co Founded by Varadha Balaji (Rajalakshmi Engineering College) and Dhanya Rajagopal (Meenakshi college of engineering) in May 2012 , Scaramouche has gained the attention of both teenagers and grown up and were joined by Mehavarshni Sreethar (as Designer (Meenakshi college of Engineering)) in a couple of months.

 An online album catalogue in the facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/pages/Scaramouche/303829036321800?ref=stream) opens a wide variety of Products. One can go through the wide collection of handmade pretty pendants and earring, You have the quilled earrings, the buttons and beads. “ Not only are the “pretty pretty” , but they are also water proof and long lasting “ , I would say that from my own personal opinion

From earrings One can see a wider collection of T Shirt designs and Posters, not only are these arty , but they can also be custom made. Poster of retro Jimi Hendrix ? T shirt print for a camera buff?

For the die hard harry potter fans, get your Hogwarts letter from them and support S.P.E.W badges  !They cover it all.

(The Pop-Art Series ,Personalized pop-art, the perfect birthday gift for a friend.)

However the eye catcher of their collection is perhaps the cassette tape luminaries that can be used as table lamps or even chandeliers .

Scaramouche has redefined “Recyle Reuse and Reduce”  to its fashionable sense with Paper magazine earrings and Cassette luminaries , Creating art out of Junk. 

They also merchandise personalised handmade hard disk covers, Photo frames , Badges, Pencil holders.

 “Over the past seven months , with strong upward growth in sales , A project from the National Law school of India ( T shirt Designs for Symposiums) and the TATA Start Up Dot Start Up venture event and A stall in D.A.M Pondicherry things have been looking more than good for Scaramouche.For a student start up venture this has been pretty good recognition“ Says Dhanya.

With business cards and A website coming up for Scaramouche, these young enterprenuers are ready to roll.

" Scaramouche will Delve into the unexplored territory where could create a difference. Designing of personalized feature walls, luminaire design, pop art revival and just about anythin that comes up durin our epiphany ( whenever the smoke clears up ),and also reach the preceding generations with our product base. And  we want to expand our venture not only in terms of number of customers but also providing opportunities to designers and creative minds out there "

Contact Varadha Balaji

Phone   089 39 232129

Email     scaramouchedesigns@gmail.com

Facebook Id - Facebook link

Wavering Minds

I became the person you feared i would be

U know yu lost me and Maybe it was meant that way

moments past the hours

it does matter to me

In a time unreal , my needs are varied

My heart is unwavered

My mind flies about

In times like this

raindrops , sweetest nectars

silence and peace.

Imagination

A day with you.

memories and remembrances

I will be loved.

Lamentations of a Book Slut

So, it was a lazy afternoon and as is normal for any bored-out-of-their-mind college going teenager, I was scrolling my news feed on Facebook. 
But as we all know, Facebook CAN be boring too (not that it stops us from logging back in, 5 minutes after logging out).
So I was about to do the log out-log in ritual when a notification popped up. My friend had tagged me in a wall post.
When I saw the picture she'd tagged me in, I HAD to laugh. Everything that it portrayed was shamelessly accurate.

A Book Slut. 
I'm sure many people would be irked by the particular choice of nomenclature. Not so much the "book" part as the "slut". Well, I'm personally not a big fan of profanities. Occasionally, when situations do not permit to vent my feelings by kicking something or someone, a certain F word along with a bunch of it's mates, line up and make their way out of my mouth (but I swear, the satisfaction of kicking is incomparable).


So, where were we? Yeah... the Book Slut. Though some of you might find it objectionable, I love the name (and am proud to be one myself). It's bold and like I said earlier, shamelessly accurate.


What distinguishes a Book Slut from a non-reader and a reader?

• We don't love books. We are OBSESSED with them.

Imagine this:
A guy. Let's call him Random Dude. So Random Dude gives you two options: In one hand he has 500 bucks. In another, a book worth 500 bucks. What would you choose?


The Non-Reader: "The cash obviously... Duh."
The Reader: "The book... if it's a good one."

The Book Slut: "Oh, that's a simple one. Bitch slap the living pineapples outta whats-his-name, grab the book AND the cash, make a beeline to the bookstore, buy a new book worth 500 bucks. It's a win-win situation. For me."


What you learn: Book Sluts are ruthless when it comes to books and book deals. I'd personally say it's better if you steer clear of being the Random Dude from the above example.

• We don't hold books. We caress them. Like our own babies.

Books are our most prized possessions. Dare to treat them carelessly and *BOOM* you just got your name on a hit-list, bro. 
Dog-ears, pencil scratches, cover creases on paperbacks, spilt food/drinks on our books are NEVER from us. They are ALWAYS from people we lend our books to. And you have no idea how much these crimes irritate us. Yes, you read right. CRIMES. I mean, do we scribble on you? Do we throw food on you? No, right? Then y u do it to our books?! 

WHY?!

This despicable behavior is exactly what prevents us from lending our books to you. We are scared. Ask for anything: clothes, eyeliner, shoes... you name it and we'll lend it to you happily. But never books. Because you DO NOT know how much it physically hurts us when it goes to you in a pristine condition and comes back as a bloody second-hand knock off. 

• Nothing makes us happier than a new book.

A new book: a word worth an orgasm. Hell, even BETTER than an orgasm. The feeling we get when we open the packaging (neatly, obviously) and smell the fresh pages... is indescribable. The fingers softly caressing (am i the only one who is thinking of this line in another context? :P) while the nose reaches for the spine and the brain sings "Hallelujah".... mmmmmm.. absolute perfection. Life does NOT get better than that.

               

          That's how most of us look like after we're done with our package opening ritual.

• We're magniloquent.. and we know it.

We love words. Fancy words that make a normal person scratch their head with confusion. Like I did, with "magniloquent". It's an adjective used to describe someone with an elaborate and grandiose style of speaking/writing. When you hear someone use a cool phrase, you imitate them. You use the same phrase. Why do you do that? When you get the answer to that, you'll also understand our fascination with fancy words. We think they sound cool, they convey our thoughts better and we love it when you ask us their meanings. Why wouldn't we use them? So, stop complaining. You're only wasting your breath. It's not going to make us dumb down our sentences.  

While we're at this, I might as well add that we're ardent grammar Nazis. The charm of an article, or even a person diminishes vanishes, the minute we realize grammar is something from another planet for them. And it does not take long for us to realize this. 

Everybody has some habit that is like second nature to them. Someone bites their nails, someone has an annoying catchphrase, someone talks incessantly. We correct grammar. It's our second nature, though it earns us a lot of nicknames along the lines of "pretentious", "pompous" and "vain". You know something? We don't deny it. We're actually secretly proud of ourselves for being all of those.

• We live in our own little world. When you come in and disrupt our peace there, we are NOT amused.

One of the most annoying things a non-reader can do to a Book Slut is grab the book out of their hands when they're reading. What is this? A lame attempt at trying to include us in conversations? I'll tell you what. It is NOT cool. 

We do not read because we feel left out. We deliberately leave YOU out and travel to places unknown to you. Trust me, its way more productive than your conversations which mostly include elaborately spread-out bitching sessions. We do not need your "sympathy". It's annoying and rude. Besides, you'll be lucky if you don't have a broken limb by the time I grab my book back from you.

I felt merciful that day. So no broken limbs.

So, after all these insults and threats, I hope non-readers get a glimpse of what goes on inside the mind of a Book Slut. Though I won't be surprised if you don't. I agree. We are complex beings. And it would take a lot more than a blog post to actually understand us. You have my sympathy.

But it was a real pleasure writing this rant. It felt like saying "payback time!" to all those people who look at me funny. Just because I read books.

The next time you come across a Book Slut, beware. You never insult a higher being. NEVER.

Post Script: This post was written purely for entertainment purposes. The author is solely responsible for the views expressed.

Any offence caused intentionally or unintentionally is deeply regretted. NOT. HAHAHAHAHA... like I said, "Payback time!!" 

MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!