Life Unpacked

She looked to the left then to the right, when suddenly my gaze met her sight. She pointed towards something and giggled, and I felt as if my childhood had returned. The pure feeling of joy radiating from her face, took me back to the time where there was no race. The time when kids were kids and were free to explore, but now they don't even have time to listen to a lore. It pains me to see how childhood is wasted these days, as it has become a ritual for parents to restrict a child's ways. For once upon a time childhood was all about discovering, today its just a phase where the kids are forced to do rote learning. **** Any thoughts? Suggestion and criticism welcomed. (This is my entry for the #SoakNoMore contest organized by Indiblogger .)

Lately I have become lazy, too lazy to even bother about anything except eating and sleeping. Barely having any energy left within thyself these days, I wonder what is draining me out, studies? Hell no, I seldom touch my notebooks after college hours. And due to this constantly low levels of energy, I find myself cutting back a lot of things! Maybe my unending to-read list is to be blamed for it this time; first Such A Long Journey by Rohinton Mistry, then Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri and now The Krishna Key by Ashwin Sanghvi, a book received as a part of Blogadda book review program (for which I need to post a review in the time-frame of 7days!). So all I can say is- my kitty is full of reading jobs which needs to be accomplished ASAP. Well, I bunked on Tuesday after such a long, long, long time! I needed it and deserved it, afterall I didn't skip any of my classes this academic year from the start. But nothing would have been possible if my best budd...

She sat there in silence, lost in her own thoughts as the world whizzed by. For whose problems she always stood up, but today, she wonders why. As the people, whom she thought were life, for which she kept sacrificing herself had finally shown their true shade. She recalled her mother's words "Good happens with people who do good to others", which she thinks just like other memories should fade. Reflecting her mistake makes her question, things went hay-wire only because she longed for "we"? The fairy-tales heard in childhood always had a happy ending, but was it only to make young girls jump with glee? She had tried her best she recalls, to keep her relationships tightly knit. Its just life, she diplomatically tries to reason, that makes people drift away and finally quit. **** Any thoughts? Criticism welcomed. :)   

Woah, it has been too long since I wrote! I'm super sorry about that fact, actually I was busy finishing up the book about which I talked in my last post. Updates? Okay, even after devoting a good slice of my free time into reading it, I have managed to complete only 3/4th of the book. I hope it gets done by the next week. Anyways, I have something to share, a story and it goes like this... "A milkman, deeply influenced by Gautama Buddha insisted that Buddha visit him and share his nuggets of wisdom. In lieu of this, this milkman offered to present milk to Buddha. Buddha agreed. In the evening when Buddha set out to visit the milkman, he took with a the container in which he intentionally put some mud. The milkman took the container but just as he was about to pour milk into it, he realized that the container had some impurity in it. So he cleansed it and removed all the impurities. He then Poured the milk into it and gave it to the Buddha. Upon receiving the container,...