Moving Away

Sometimes people move away, maybe to another city, maybe just because they're bored of where they're living. Moving is a normal part of life, and for people like me, it is an integral part of life. I have been moving from one place to another, from one house to another, just about all my life. I haven't lived in a house for more than three years.

Sometimes I feel I have become incapable of settling down in one house/place, and I soon start to get bored. Three years and I'm so utterly bored that I want to leave. Luckily, this only holds good for houses, and not for people. I don't get bored of people...not even if they try to bore me!

Anyways this time I'm not moving house (I recently did, my parents shifted from old house to the one we're currently living in, and I shifted from my hostel in Allahabad to this place in Hyderabad...how I miss living in the hostel...*sigh*...I miss hostel). I am moving my blog...

A friend of mine inspired me to shift to http://www.wordpress.com/ and I have done so. See, my blog is still the same, only the platform and look and feel have changed. The new blog is a continuation of this one (note I've given it the same title), thus it's still the same.

So for all further posts, please refer to:

http://deadpoet88.wordpress.com/

And don't forget to LEAVE COMMENTS on my new blog!! :P (also a word of thanks to all you people who read my blog...really, you've kept me going...)

The Way it Makes Me Feel

It's been a while...

Was going through a strange phase, and had decided to give up writing for an indefinitely long time, but somewhere along the way the experiment failed, and I'm back here to bug all of you to death... :P

I guess there are somethings that matter too much to actually give up, and I realized that the hard way.

Anyways this blog is not about me, so I'll stop ranting about myself (though of course I would love to bore all of you to death about how great I am...:P)

I still remember that last day in Allahabad, I woke up at around 4:30 as I had to meet a friend as soon as my hostel gates opened up (actually I was too sad about leaving to sleep, and at the same time too excited). It felt good being awake to watch the sky lighten, and see birds flying overhead. It is a morning I'll never forget...

Missed the sunrise that morning, all because of my hostel guards who have always felt important as they had the keys to the hostel, were extra difficult to deal with that day about letting me out. Still it was beautiful, sitting there staring at the sun's reflection on the water. There is a tranquility in such things that stays with you for life...

I had a very strange feeling those last few days I was there in Allahabad, especially that morning. Do you ever get a feeling that all you want to do is dissolve into that moment and become one with it? Like nothing in the world matters, but what you feel at that precise moment, and you would give up everything in the world to freeze time for a little while. I hadn't felt that way before, but whatever it was, it felt beautiful.

And sometimes you listen to a song, and you land up closing your eyes, and literally feel the music flowing through your veins, and when the music ends, that moment of silence leaves you dumbstruck. Sometimes it is the music alone, other times it is the lyrics, but it's best when the lyrics and the music both touch something inside of you.

When reading a book, or a poem, sometimes a line or a paragraph/stanza sends shivers down your spine, and you just stop for a moment, as if time came to a standstill, while your mind properly digests the real gist of what you just read. One book I recently read that made me feel this way was Lord of the Flies, just some lines here or there were enough to make me think...whoa...(another such book was To Kill a Mockingbird).

Yet nothing in the world beats writing a single line that leaves you in awe of yourself. After writing for so long, I still do not think I have written that line, but someday I hope to. Someday on this ride called life, I want to be able to write one meaningful sentence, for I feel it would be enough to...

I just want to take the fall, and see where I land...even if it leaves me utterly broken.