Ken

All I see is darkness. In that, what I mean to say is, I see nothing. I hear screams. Screams of fear. I grope around to feel something – anything – familiar. My feet crawl across the uneven ground, centimetre by centimetre, asseing the land above which I stand and move ahead. I twist and turn my head hoping the darkness lies in the direction I face, not with me. My heart pounds within my chest, the heartbeats getting louder and faster with each slide of my foot. I spread my arms, my fingertips aching for a touch of familiarity. They feel nothing. Slowly and steadily I move forward. Screams. I still hear them. Blindly I move towards it. I lose my balance as my feet slip into a grove. I let out a yelp and fall down. Feeling and freeing my feet out, I stand up and move in the direction I think, is right. The screams have subsided. I feel a hand wave across my back. I turn around to grab the wavering arms. “I found you!” We exclaim and grip each other’s hands tight.

As instructed, we wait there for a minute or so. Finding company, my heart fades its beat to a normal pace. Someone approaches us and says “I will guide you through”. She places my left hand on her left shoulder and my partner’s right hand on her right shoulder. With her guidance we moved, with mixed sense certainty and doubt. She informs us about the a flight of stairs winding down before us. We feel the shoulder sink down. We let out a synchronised cry. I lift my right feet above the ground and slowing bring it down. Unable to find ground at the expected height, my brain sent out signals indicating my fall. I scream. My guide tells me there are still a few centimetres before my feet touch the ground. I follow her instruction. As my sole touches the rocky step, I let out a sigh. She informs us there are still about 10 steps, of varying heights before we reach level ground. I curse under my breath and condition my depth perception deprived brain. I start hearing a lot of cries again. With a few more instructions, curses and a foot sprain, we reached level ground. We walk a metre or two and halt. Our guide slips our hands off her shoulder. Our blindfolds are removed. I look at the clear blue sky and the surrounding trees. Viewing a familiar sight, I am flooded with relief. I look around and see others steadily moving in to where we are. Their faces distraught-I am sure mine was too.

As and when the blindfolds were removed, huge exclamations were heard. I am sure they were of joy, of accomplishment, of having survived the darkness. Once everyone had their blindfolds removed we were asked to assemble around our guide forming a circle. She asked us us about our blinding experience. Responses ranged from thrilling to frightening.

We were being taught about the importance of sight. We were on a school outing. This was the most exhilarating learning experiences I have had while on a school outing.

What made me write this today was an incident today morning. On my way to work two or three blind folks get down at the same bus stop as I do. They need to get to the other side of the road. And this road is always bustling with traffic. Usually anyone getting down at their stop helps them cross the road. If no one does I help them get to the other side of the road (I am bad at crossing roads). Today, I was the only one getting down the bus along with one of blind person – let’s call him X. I helped him get down the bus and waited for the traffic to slow down. I look towards my left and saw a second one of them – let’s call him Y – a little further away, get down a different bus and assumed someone getting off his bus would help him cross the road too. (The dumb me! *Facepalm*). So I look the other way and while making casual small talk with X, wait for a clear spot to slip through the other side. He says he works at a call centre, gives me directions to his work asking if I could drop him off there if I am heading in the same direction. The traffic slows down, X and I cross the road. I turn around to see if Y has come through too. A crowd of college students are crossing the road and again I assume someone has helped him cross the road too. The road past the bus stop cuts into another street via three or four steps. I help X get past it and a little further into the street, past the under construction area – cause it’s Bangalore. I look back, still no sign of Y. I tell X to have a good day and head back to the main street. I find no sign of Y on my side of the road. I look past the traffic, divider bushes and crowd to see Y still standing in the bus stop asking help from strangers and hoping someone would help him cross the road. No one did! I was infuriated. How could no one from such huge a crowd not help him cross the road?! As I moved to cross the road in traffic. I saw a guy walk towards him, offering to help him cross the road. I waited for him to safely cross the road onto the street leading to the street where I dropped X off. I went my way, infuriated.

Empathy is getting rarer. All he would have asked you for was to cross a busy road, not buy him a iPhone X.

*Random trivia*:

A months back a cousin of mine told me about a restaurant which supported blind people. The restuarant had blind chefs and waiters. Customers were asked to be seated in a dark room with no lights. They would be served in dark. They are too in the darkness, relying only on there tactile senses. I would love to visit this restaurant.

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Year gone by – 2017

Yo guys! Wassup?

I have used the word “guy” for years without thinking about its origin. This year I found out how the word “guy” originated. It’s an eponym. According to google: “A person after whom a discovery, invention, place, etc., is named or thought to be named”. The person after whom the word guy was coined was Guy Fawkes. Colloquially known by the mask worn by V in V for Vendetta. If you are interested in exactly how the eponym originated, check the link at the end of the post.

Okay, back to the post.

This year, I published lesser posts, again. There are about nineteen drafts for the post, not one publish ready. I am frequently enquired about how my blog is going. My usual response is, “It’s okay”. Some friends having subscribed to my blog, ask me why I haven’t posted anything in so long and enquire if I have blocked them from receiving notifications. Subscribers, please note, I haven’t blocked anyone from accessing this site. It is just me who isn’t publishing posts. A few weeks ago, I narrated a clumsy event from my clumsy life to a friend, and was suggested to write a post and publish it on the blog. After a while, I hinted a possibility of turning this blog into a yearly post. Disappointment in me was evident in their face. I didn’t understand the disappointment, I am not even that good a writer. I have my reasons for not posting on the blog. There I go again, one of my friend constantly nags me when I say I have reasons, saying, “Excuses. Excuses. You always have excuses”. I must not be giving excuses, but I take this opportunity to put it out there, that I will not be posting regularly.

This year was a tad bit better than last year, inspite lesser posts.

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That said and done. Let’s see how this year went for me.

YEAR GONE BY – 2017

I sported my shortest hairstyle this year. Some of my friends called me Indira Gandhi and a little kid. Despite what everyone said, I loved my hairstyle.

The BBMP – municipal authorities in my city – decided to chop down most of the trees in my locality to provide an uninterrupted stretch of land for construction of metro. BBMP is still chopping down trees for different stages of metro construction and I hate it. They destroyed one of my favourite bus stands in the city. Metro makes travelling convenient, yet the process leading up to the metro construction is pathetic and inconvenient. Due to the construction, my travelling time has increased from from anywhere between two-and-a-half hours to three. To reduce my travelling time, I occasionally walk for around two kilometres. That’s right, the time taken to travel two kilometres reduces from one hour to fifteen-twenty minutes.

I painted my white Bluetooth headphones. Not the best decision I took this year. Yet, loved how they turn out.

My friends at office, occasionally brought packed breakfast for me. Some they cooked, some were parcelled from restaurants. This is how I discovered my favourite dish in the whole wide world, Indori poha.

Bought a guitar, played it for a month or two, never tuned it again.

This October I tried an art challenge called inktober. In essence, over a period of thirty one days, one is supposed to draw/sketch/paint with only ink as the medium. Prompts are laid out for each day. This aims to improve ones’s drawing skills. Out of the thirty one days, I drew only for fifteen. Needless to say, I failed at it. Here are the sketches I made.

The books I read this year, ranged from intense drama/plot twists to funny and interesting anecdotes. My picks for best books I read this year are, The fountainhead by Ayn Rand and Black water lilies by Michel Bussi.

TV shows I watched in increasing order of recommendation: The OA, 2 broke girls, Pushpavalli, Stranger things, The Hugh Hefner story, South Park and The Last Week Show tonight. The most awaited Season 4 of Black Mirror is out, haven’t seen it yet. Guess I’ll watch it next year!

This year I discovered Podcasts. My favourites were in decreasing order of recommendation: Criminal Show, 99% invisible, The allusionist, ear hustle and what Trump can teach us about con law. Please mention podcasts you might think I like, in the comments section. I can’t get enough of them. As one of my friend says, “You know what they say, Listening is the new reading”.

Despite the ups and downs, this year was one of the best years I’ve had. I certainly enjoyed creating memories this year! Hope you did too!

Wishing you all a Happy New year! Have a splendid year creating memories! 🙂

Stay happy, stay safe, stay confused and peace!

Click here to know more about the eponym I mentioned before.

POST 2016

Yo people! 

Unlike many, I do not believe that the “About” page in a blog should remain the same. You change as time changes and so does your personality. So why have the same description for your blog year after year? One year can sure bring about a number of changes in a persons character, living, thinking, habits and what not. Continue to read to find out what has changed and what hasn’t. 

Had an intership. Became a Btech grad. Have a tech job. 

I lost hope in democracy/humanity and gained lot of confidence in hacking after the USA election results were announced.

Last year i spent quite some time bringing myself back to being creative with colors on paper. You can see them here. Its not paint, its oil pastel. There is a difference. And i have an OCD about it. I have an OCD about a lot of things. Anyway, I used to paint before like paintbrush, palette, water, cloth and watercolors -in boxes, in tubes, in glass bottles, in plastic cases. Then i stopped painting. Didn’t do anything other than doodle on my notes now and the. Once, I tried getting back to painting, it was a disaster. Lets leave it at that.

Constantly swinging between “i will stick with hell nos and headphones” and “Let me be social”. W.r.t the former and later, i started the No earphone project. Its not going as good as i hoped it to. *Blimey! So much senseless jabbering all round me*

This one was kinda upsetting and uplifting at the same time. One fine december morning, my cute-little-tiny phone, that i used for 5 long years stopped working. I knew this was gonna come, it still made me sad. I mourned for few weeks, adjust maading with a simple barphone which had noisy ringtones. I was hoping to get the phone repaired. All in vain. Finally i bought a new phone. And its so awesome! Cause this phone is up-to-date with the latest technology, i get to stay connected with all my done-with-basic-degrees-and-now-we-are-scattered-all-over-India friends. I have started to text/bother/irritate the shit out of all my friends -when i am free 😬. Poor people. Warning: I don’t know if i will stop doing that.

Travelling is exhausting. So most of the days i sleep all through the night instead of being awake. I miss staying awake at night enjoying the silence and calm. I make up for it by getting up early in the morning. Its not the same.

Lot of moments last year came down to this : “There are two tragedies in life : one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.” – Oscar Wilde

Much of my time was spent in distraction: “Everything distracted me, but most of all myself.” -Patti Smith

This is me, post 2016.

As always.. this is.where.i.rant.

Year gone by 2016

Yo guys! Wassup?

This year has finally come to an end. Time for the year end post.

If you regularly follow my blog then you must have been disappointed (or happy) to note that there were far fewer posts this year than compared to last year or the year before that. If you didn’t notice don’t worry cause even I was blissfully unaware of this myself. I had a vague idea that the number of posts i wrote had declined. I didn’t bother myself with the details. Until, I read someone else’s year end blog. WordPress generates these awesome fireworks animated reports, which shows different stats of the blog for that year. This year however they haven’t generated any report *atleast not yet*. Initially I thought they did and I didn’t receive a notification about it, cause my blog had a bad year. After a google search I realised that they really haven’t released these reports yet. So wordpress bloggers had to fallback on the default simple stat page of the blog. This someone else’s blog that I saw had a positive correlation between years, number of visitors and views. At this moment, abandoning all reason and logic, I had a sudden desire to go to the stats page of my blog and see a positively correlated graph. All that greeted me was this:

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I literary LOLed watching this. What was I even expecting?!

If you notice this years graph has had almost a threefold decrease. So what was I upto? Thats what this post is gonna be about.

YEAR GONE BY -2016

First and foremost I entered 2016 while i was in the final semester of my engineering degree. This implied I had a series of deadlines to abide by, exams to attend, work on my final year project while trying to enjoy and collect as many memories as I possibly could from the final four or five months I had left to spend with my friends and classmates at university. We didnt have many subjects in the last semester but I thoroughly enjoyed the elective lectures sitting in the last bench of the class with my friends. *To all the last benchers of economics class* 😉 😉 . All in all engineering came to an end and the mission I set out for, four years ago was finally completed.

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So what comes after a bachelor’s degree? Most of my friends went on to pursue a master’s degree, while I chose to work. Frankly speaking, I do miss the student life. But work life ain’t bad. The only thing that irks me – sometimes – is the travelling. If you wanna hear more of my rant on travelling to work please click here.

By the time I came back home I used to be tired. The only thing I could do was watch videos (youtube, re-watch seriers, netflix and chill). Some new good shows I watched this year were House of cards, Mr.Robot and the crown. I watched a few episodes of an old Hindi TV series called “fauji” -which translates to soldier in English. This is proclaimed to be one of Shah Rukh Khan’s best performances. It was a good show. Don’t quite remember why I stopped watching it.

All throughout the year I didn’t read much. Maybe three-four books. To while away time on my way to work, I went book shopping last month (like I didn’t already have a huge TBR list). Started reading one book and from nowhere I am now simultaneously reading four books. And my friend sends me this (almost accurate):15590299_10154198353343379_4143644123021386392_n

I wasn’t being creative on the literary end, so I thought I might as well do some art to keep the creativity alive.  These are some of my masterpieces this year 😛

Said tata-goodbye to social media for quite some months. Felt good. Thought I am gonna come out of this internet “social” media crap, sober. Who am I kidding? We are all addicted to it.

A lot of people have told me that my laughing-style is weird and that i can’t control my laugh. This has landed me in sticky situations too.  Nonetheless, I love laughing. To everyone who made me laugh/smile this year. Thank you.

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Hope you all enjoy creating happy memories in 2017! 🙂

Oh and yea.. Don’t abandon reason and logic, be confused, most important of all – keep smiling, stay happy, stay safe and peace! 🙂 🙂