A Scintilla of Thoughts

the cat’s pajamas



When Maslow was right.

We would quite often visit the vendor outside college for a cheap and refreshing cup of tea. There’s something about the street, some secret ingredient they add, or probably just the feel of the glass, that makes the ten rupee sips a highlight of your day.

We’d sit on a low table and chat,  while the chai wala would pour out the kadak drink and come to serve it to us. It tasted of everything around us – the road, the typical Indian traffic and the silly tree that had seen our college being built but told no stories.

The first time we went, we started conversing, trying to read each other.  She told me that she believed  musicians today were to us children what poets were in the 16th century. How there was always this one song which described the saddest thing about your life, at the moment, whether it be losing a lover or unrequited love. Yet, how most of the creators of the more beautiful art would isolate themselves, and why. How there were some who reached out to millions but failed to inspire themselves. She spoke for an hour, on something which meant so much to her, because apart from the kadak chai, art was something that helped her.

I kept an empty glass on my side, and it touched something. There, I noticed, lay a tiny girl, probably the chai walas daughter, trying to find the most comfortable position to sleep on the creaky wooden table. She turned to her side, this position would block most of the sun because it was partially covered by the silly tree, then closed her eyes and smiled.

One spoke how music helped her on her low days, as the other dreamt of the day when she had got two rotis for dinner.
One would save money to buy a poster of her favorite artist, and the other for a packet of namkeen.

I paid the chai wala twenty rupees for my cup, and we left because we had a lecture to attend.


Dear Rob


Books are  a form of subtle permanence in a transient world. At the back of my house I have a tiny bookshelf which is full of the Blytons and the Rowlings I spent my childhood inside. Just opening any of them brings back sweet memories, which remind me of the times now gone. Each book I read attaches itself to the bubble of reality that surrounds me at that moment.

Second hand books have always been my go-to, because they help the wallet a lot. When I picked up this tattered hard bound, it was mostly because I was getting a beautiful looking book for Rs 100. I came back from the bookfair and opened it,  and I saw this message at the title page.

Now, I don’t know how this reached India, after 20 years of being gifted to someone. I wasn’t even born at the time Deb saw a freshly printed bunch of pages,  and it reminded her of Rob. I was probably learning the alphabet when this copy was let go by Rob, for reasons unknown. I don’t even know why I wonder so, for a simple message, on a poetic book by a timeless writer,  shouldn’t affect me.

But the strength of the pen scares me.

And thus, the next time I write for someone,  I’ll probably send my Rob a text message.

Free-style Writing : Fear
I have been nominated for freestyle writing, and it seems a very interesting task. Here is my attempt.

NOTE: This post is not edited

She takes on the world each day, striving hard to prove herself.
In her eyes, a visible lust for power and yearn for admiration lies for all to see. She is a tough shell, one of the most difficult to break down. Emotions are for weaklings, she tells everyone, everyone who follows her. There is an air in her walk and a strange confidence in every word that escapes her lips. She questions those who question her, she shoves those who doubt her, she tramples those who push her back. She is an example to set for all, her courage, her strength, her intelligence – all exemplifying traits for all to see.
What remains hidden, what is not for all to see?
At night, she sleeps with her only daughter, her only hope for survival. There is a gripping fear that binds her every breath she takes , a fear that she will lose what she lives for. A fear that she will lose herself, or someone will tread over her, and her precious lifeline. Each day she puts a mask of professionalism, each day she hides her yearning to be with her daughter during her growing days. Each day, people admire her more, as her fear takes even more control of her senses. She is suffocated with how much depends on her. She is suffocated with the pointlessness of everyhting.
Her fingers are curled around a tiny hand.

Time : 10 minutes
Word count : 238

1) Open an MS Word document (or any other editor)
2) Set a stop watch or your mobile of 5-10 minutes.
3) Your topic is at the foot of this post, DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH A TIMER.
4) Fill the word document with as much words as you want. Once you began writing do not stop.
5) Do not cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check (it is only meant for you reflect on your control on sensible thought flow)
6) You may or may not pay attention to punctuation and capitals.
7) At the end of your post write down the number of words
8) Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new topic.


Topic : Art

The Creative Blogger Award

It has been quite some time since nominated me for this. The reason why I could not reply was because this required me to jot down five facts about myself, which I find to be one of the hardest things to do. My friend acted as a saviour and wanted me to answer the questions on his post, So, I take this opportunity to combine both awards and respond.

Here go the rules:
1. Nominate 15-20 blogs and notify the nominees.
2. Post the link of the blog that nominated you.
3. Share five random facts about yourself.

1. To teleport or to fly: I would definitely choose the latter superpower. Whenever I travel, my order of preference is road-trips over an air-plane. I don’t think travelling is about going and visiting a place, it is about experiences. One gets these experiences the best by having an interesting journey.
2. Random thing I read on the internet: Otters hold hands when they sleep. If this isn’t love, I don’t know what is.
3. I think when I was younger, there was a phase when I had practically no friends (don’t we all). I acted like my own guiding light and lifted myself up. It was difficult to calm the extrovert in myself but I somehow managed.
4. I would love to go to Westeros, preferably as a noble man, and preferably during Rhaegars’ realm (A man can dream).
5. I can’t put my personality into twenty words, I always have too much to express. Also, I’m a contradicting person.

Here are my nominees for The Creative Blogger Award!

Please try not to cheat like I did!

The Liebster Award!

Last week, I discovered a fabulous and diverse blog. Imagine my surprise when the next day, I get nominated for this by the same person:screen-shot-2015-05-02-at-21-33-21
Go check it out!

Thank you, for such interesting questions. I never intended this blog to be about personal musings, but here goes.

1. Are you a night owl or early bird?
I am a mixture of a night bird and an early owl. There are days when I sleep from midnight to 3 AM, and yet sometimes I binge sleep a few days. Yes, an engineering students’ life is most interesting.
2. Which song lyric do you relate to the most?
At present, “Partly truth, partly fiction; he’s a walking contradiction.” Funny thing is, I have only heard the song being quoted in Taxi Driver, and have not heard the song yet.
3. Do you believe in ghosts or anything supernatural/paranormal? Have you ever seen or witnessed anything of the sort?
I believe in Science, I believe in facts, I believe in all I see, all I know, and all I feel.
I didn’t sleep for weeks after watching The Conjuring.
4. Which question(s) do you hate being asked?
I hate being asked too many questions about me. I end up getting very confused.
5. What is your pet peeve? (Chewing loudly, crinkling of plastic etc.)
Nagging, judgemental people. One of the reasons I simply adore living in India.
6. Which book changed your perspective on something?
Every book I have ever read has done that. Even the books I have hated. Every book I have ever read has influenced me, either in a positive or a negative way. ‘The Little Prince’, however, is my go-to book whenever I have to pick a favourite that influenced the way I think.
7. How many languages do you know? Which ones are they?
Born and bought up in India, I’m bilingual. I’ve tried and failed to learn Sanskrit and Spanish.
8. If you could go back in time, which decade would it be? Why?
I don’t know much about history, but the decade in which Romanticism was at it’s peak. Or the Space Race. I don’t think I’d be able to survive without technology.
9. You have to choose between eating sweet or savory for the rest of your life. Which one is it?
I don’t mind chewing on anything, as long as it is edible, honestly.
10. If you were hosting a dinner party and could invite any 4 people to attend (fictional, real, dead or alive), who would they be?
– John F. Kennedy
– George Bush
– Kim Jong-un
– Scarlett Johansson
Simply because I can.

Here are the award rules:
Once you are nominated, make a post thanking and linking the person who nominated you.
– Include the Liebster Award sticker in the post too.
– Nominate 10 other bloggers who you feel are worthy of this award. Let them know they have been nominated by commenting on one of their posts. You can also nominate the person who nominated you.
– Ensure all of these bloggers have less than 200 followers.
– Answer the ten questions asked to you by the person who nominated you, and make ten questions of your own for your nominees.
– Lastly, COPY these rules in the post.

I’ll now come to the blogs I chose:

Go ahead, and answer these questions!
1) A book that you have read more than five times.
2) A city you would love to live in.
3) A song that you would like to play at your wedding.
4) A song that you would like to play on your death-bed.
5) A person you admire, and wish to be like.
6) Your most prized possession.
7) A memory you would love to erase.
8) A memory you would love to relive.
Why did you choose what you chose?
9) Would you rather be rich, successful and lonely, or have a family of four living in a small house?
10) Would you pick a long, monotonous life, or a short lived one, in which every day is more exciting than the previous?

Real Neat Blog Awards

This really kind person just did a huge favour on my novice blog by nominating me for the extremely prestigious (insert drumroll) Real Neat Blog Award.
Check it out! :

I’ll begin by trying to answer the questions.
The first word I ever spoke was probably the first sign of how verbose I would grow up to be. Something along the lines of glubglub, or mamama, I reckon.
My comfort food is definitely, by a large voting difference, Maggi.
I plan to spend all my money and time on Iceland, that’s the dream. Hopefully not die in a fjord.
There is absolutely no habit of mine that I would ‘like’ to get rid of. I try to love myself and accept myself for how I am. I think I’d like to stop being so selfish at times, though.
I’m happy when I’m free of all sorts of deadlines.
I would never, ever choose to be the same person all my life. The grass is always greener, and I’d probably sink into depression due to the monotony.
A book that has influenced me the most, is the alphabet, that introduced me to the 26 most beautiful shapes, and The Little Prince, which introduced me to the simple yet complex forms these shapes could take.

wpid-real-neat-blog-awardFor the uninitiated, these are the rules:
– Insert the award logo onto your post
– Answer the seven questions they asked you.
– Thank the blogger who nominated you.
– Nominate other bloggers and ask them five questions and let them know.

I initially thought I would let it pass, since I am quite shy when it comes to expressing myself, and quite new around here.
However, I did this out of pure love for the following blogs:
The two most brilliant poets I know:
The oldest and most inspiring blog I follow:
The reason i have to do this:
I’d like to nominate them, to carry further this title.

My questions to those I have nominated are:
1) Which has been the most defining moment of your life?
2) Which is your go-to book or movie when you are down?
3) Which real or fictional person has influenced you and your work the most?
4) What, about life, saddens you the most?
5) Which is a song capable of changing your mood?

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