Blind-colours

I wake up every morning at 5:00 am; to the sound of blaring alarm from the red alarm clock on my bedside table. At least that’s what they told me. I wake up in the dark, like most people. Along with my eyes closed. Unlike most people.

I don’t grope about my bedside table to hit the off button. I know exactly where to place my fingers to stop the blares. Unlike most people.

I peel off the blanket off my body. Can’t afford to be late to work today. Like most people.

I sit up, at the foot of my bed, head bowed, hands folded. No, I am not praying. Umm, like most people?

I patiently wait for the second alarm to go off. This alarm clock is placed on my study table. This one is blue, so I have been told.

After a few quite minutes, the second alarm goes off. I stand up straight, walk straight towards my study table. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven; exactly seven steps away from my bed. I switch the alarm off. Pull out the old, rickety, cushioned chair. I carefully sit, making sure that no sound escapes the chair. Once seated comfortably, I pull out the book I was reading yesterday night, A game of thrones.

There is a reason I have two alarms placed at two different locations in my room when one would suffice. Initially, when I move into new apartments, it would take me a while to get used to the layout of my apartment. This getting-used-to would cause me delays and minor accidents, which are, well, very inconvenient. So when I moved in here, I came up with a plan, inspired by the triangulation theory that I came across while reading the The martian. I placed the alarm clocks at specific locations in my apartment, with alarms set at specific time intervals. They would behave something like beacons, guiding me around the house until I got a hang of it.

Once I set them out, I would create a mental map of my apparment, I would place other objects relative to these locations. This would smoothen my tour around the house for the first few days. Yea, tour.

After I had all my furniture settled in the new apartment, with the help of a few friends, I placed the first alarm clock on my bedside table. The next on my study table. The third on the kitchen counter, opposite to the refrigerator. A fourth in the living room, beside the DVD player, below the wall mounted television. I placed a few more at similar locations with alarms for specific timings set on them and let the mental image of it slowly build in my mind. One of my friends who was helping me set up my apartment asked me if the clock colours had any significance w.r.t where I placed them.

Roses are red, violets are blue. Colours are something I never knew.

To me, roses are smooth petals with stems of thorns and violets are tiny and thin stemmed. I don’t need colours to describe objects.

With the help of the alarms the first few days went pretty well. My mind was able to


Written long ago but never published blogpost number 2. This was drafted on 27 November 2017.

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Whirlpool

A settling whirlpool served, contained within a circular steel walled vessel, which fits within the palm of my hand. Bubbling with energy of my young effervescent mind. Brimful with the bribe offered to wake me up every morning – until middle school – or so I think. It’s fragrance meandering, reaches my nostrils, drawing out memories of lazy mornings from forgotten corners of my pulpy, boxed up brain. It’s colour, the colour of my clothes on a rainy August evening, boasting my boisterous endeavours on mudroads leading to my house. Each sip a reminder of humble taste we collectively admired. Back when it came in just two flavours. Back when I completed with my siblings to be the first one to be handed the drink. Back when my taste and appetite determined food intake, not the blemishing glances from friends and passersby. Back when no one scorned at my choice of drinks. With each sip my thrist for something vicious fades away. Sipping the last drops, licking the remains adhering to the sides of the vessel, innocence grips onto me. The world seems to be a better place to live in… Even with whirlpools in it.

In other words… I had a tumbler of simmering Horlicks last weekend. A drink I don’t remember having in over a decade.

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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.

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! 🙂 🙂