ANOTHER PERSPECTIVE

Geele kaagaz ki tarah he zindagi apni, Koi jalaata bhi nahi aur bahaata bhi nahi Is kadar akele hain raahon me dil ki, Koi sataataa bhi nahi, koi manaata bhi nahi.......... Of course I didn’t compose this piece myself. I’ve tried my hand at poetry, but haven’t been successful at all. I’m not depressed either. It’s just that these lines probably get the closest to describing my state of mind in certain situations. I began my day by getting into the college bus and waiting for it to move (it takes a while to get going, till everyone settles down). I decided to make use of the time for my leisurely, early morning philosophical thinking and began putting all my energy in trying to pry open the window – for some fresh air and of course : a glimpse of nature’s beauty. My eyes caught sight of something else instead. It wasn’t anything unusual ( not in my college premises at least), but it left me with a mixed feeling of disgust and (I don’t know what to call it) some feeling which made me wan...

It was that time of the year again. Spirits were high. Each one wanted to give his/ her best performance. My turn was approaching. I walked up to the line, read out the lines as required and joined my friends on the other side of the room. I had just given my audition for a role in the school play for Playfest 1998. Playfest is an interschool drama competition conducted every year in the month of November, by The Times Of India in association with the Newspaper In Education programme. My school was a part of the programme and an opportunity to take part in a fest with participants from different schools all over Bangalore thrilled me. I desperately wanted to be a part of it – somehow – with whatever role. I was a member of the school Dramatics Club. That meant special preference would be given to me over non-members. It was considered a privilege to be a part of the Dramatics Club. We met officially every Thursday evening, between 4 to 6 pm (after class hours) under the guidance of a d...

Every doll I’ve ever had My first day at primary school Winning the first prize in the frog race The magic show Pappa took me to Evenings in school days Long walks with a friend Secrets Weddings in the family Singing competitions in school Boredom in summer holidays Dramatics club and Playfest Learning to ride the bicycle Early mornings in class ten Birthday treats, movies and eatouts with friends Diary entries Sunset at the beach Rainy nights