tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445523509440410412024-03-14T22:00:32.335+05:30The Brimming BrookOf droplets brought together: experience little, fantasy immense, taking shape of the flowing waters...Ayushi Jangalwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06625664998224051072noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344552350944041041.post-43884709280438458582014-04-06T11:51:00.000+05:302014-04-06T11:51:43.547+05:30Fragrance of that land<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I sit here on the 50 cm high stool, standing every other minute to make sure the lines of unimportance and disinterest reach closest to their accurate measurements on the paper. My parallel bar, the one which I would have lost by the next exam, and my hands help me decide that the cabinet in kitchen should be placed 1.5 m above the ground. With the much fancied red earphones plugged in and the latest rhymes of drama, I am still in a world where everything is not so boring as described earlier. So what if it all is just a part of my imagination, the only thing I have experienced for myself, to have a speed competent with the speed of light. <br />
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No part of me is paying attention to anything going around me. I do not know the girl sitting diagonally opposite to me is crying over her lost circle master, or the one beside her just threw a banana peel outside the classroom window, there is no one singing out loud, so loud that I hear it despite the drums being played literally within my ears. They call it cherry on the top and I, a sweater in the class when sunlight falls on you like a fat lady, slid in her evening gown, sitting elegantly on the dining table full of everything she could think of. No, gluttony is not her sin, its now her character.<br />
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I am trying to regain my calmness, the one which would take me back to the illusionary but loved world of day-dreams. My eyes close, I breathe in, as if to breathe in the loved fragrance. This loved fragrance of the classroom, which is brightly lit with fine white drawing boards, the conditioned air to give me just the cool I need, the glass windows which never open and still let the sunlight it. The class where they don't wear bright colours but the whites within the indigos. The classroom where I met the Hs and 2Bs. The place where I discovered that those set squares from primary school geometry boxes indeed have a purpose to serve. The place where I first used the Rotring. Not only did I unlock my brain's side meant to imagine the orthographic but also met the cycloid, the helix and thin as it is, the washer between nut and bolt too! <br />
But how much does it all matter today, now? Tiny bit. Enough to be remembered and written of here. But what still calls for is the fragrance. A fragrance which I know, I remember existed. But also the fragrance I am now devoid of. Its no metaphor but a true play of psyche. The one existing is memory and the one no more is a part of yearning. Yearning for the fragrant land, the whole of it, every moment been there, every breeze breath in, every stroll, every ride, every dream seen there whose becoming true has made this a mere memoir.</div>
Ayushi Jangalwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06625664998224051072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344552350944041041.post-70641661716289487542013-05-10T11:36:00.000+05:302013-05-10T11:41:54.802+05:30HAPPY Summer Vacations?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="font-size: small;">Exactly two days since I am home for the two month long summer vacations. The terrifying dream, I tried my best to keep away is one I am living now! Even as I write this, I am wondering why don't I just write every bit of anxiety as it comes in my mind and why wait or think of suitable words or place in this piece. I think I am gonna do what I thought why I am not doing. Here it goes...</span></i></div>
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<li><i><span style="font-size: small;">Being a student of architecture for two years now, has made me, willing and unwillingly, love working! Tens of sheets to be submitted in a night (not to consider the fact that 'a' night is a self chosen way, a week provided is always too much for any submission, we prefer doing it the leisure way), actually being awake and completing the work a few minutes before the submission time (the time for getting ready and walking all the way to college has to be previously kept in account). Don't know if it is actually the work, or the night time silence, the delicious coffee I make, which has made me fall for the one everyone else seems to curse around me. Coming to the conclusion of it, I have been loving working, and its terrifying that in vacations I will have <b>officially no work</b>! What I am gonna do? :O Obviously a lot has been planned, but will it be the same with no compulsion as before?</span></i></li>
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<li><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b>The food</b>: How much ever bad it is from the <strike>home</strike> heaven's food, I still had the choice whether to have it or not, when to have it when not. And now, all of a sudden those strict schedules!</span></i></li>
<li><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Friends</b>: Tonnes of gossips everyday, from classroom to department, hostel, room, before and after viva (not to forget during exams), SAC, nescafe, 10 No., DB, these friends are omnipresent like none else! Now, these friends whom you never needed to text, will have to be *kept in touch* through FB, whatsApp and if you are rich enough for a message pack, through texts!</span></i></li>
<li><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b>The strolls</b>: Your partner for the evening stroll. Who is, in turn, your partner for everything else... the crime, new market ka barf gola, rice bowl and every possible place except your hostel. He/She shall never cross your hostel's threshold. The one around whom every day and night revolves, from the good morning to the good night texts, reaching college early only to spend some time together before the classes start, skipping even the Wednesday's kadi-chawal only to have lunch together, CADing together before submissions, walking miles in the campus and losing kilos, entering hostel not before 10pm, for you don't want to miss even a single available minute TOGETHER!<br />And then comes the monster called VaCaTiOnS... Its taking you miles and miles, farrrrrr away every hour. Don't we just hate state boundaries! If only this world was literally a small place. Perhaps as tiny as the campus. And you hate the change, even it is for just two months. JUST? So that's just two months? *If only I could punch that part of myself which came up with this one just!*<br />Moral of the story: Not even a single day is *just* when... well, above is your story. Sigh! </span></i></li>
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<li><i><span style="font-size: small;">Weird as it may sound... all those status and pictures by the final years has made it even worse for the anxious me! Its going to happen to me in 3 years :O Like really? I will have to let every secret, grudge out, the black, the blue, and the white-signature day too? Will actually have to pack everything up from my room, am I going to cry like some? No, I am not! But then why I am beginning to, now? ...Now vacations are a time you waste doing nothing at home, while you should be back at college adding some extra days to your college life, which you are surely going to beg for at the end of next three years! If only... <br /><br />Just hoping it is still enough of a Happy Summer vacations.</span></i></li>
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Ayushi Jangalwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06625664998224051072noreply@blogger.com0Indore, Madhya Pradesh, India22.7195687 75.85772580000002622.4852417 75.535002300000031 22.9538957 76.180449300000021tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344552350944041041.post-70046324159279277032013-03-26T11:37:00.002+05:302013-03-26T11:50:57.845+05:30Of Bits & Pieces<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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be with, you have festivals to celebrate and you do it all.... but only
to discover one night how you have no one to speak to about the thrills
of the day... no one to cry in front of, cry for no good reason or cry
for that one reason you are writing this for..."</b></i></span></div>
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Ayushi Jangalwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06625664998224051072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344552350944041041.post-5511369575745408062012-10-06T02:50:00.002+05:302013-09-09T00:58:37.900+05:30The Camera's Tale of Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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lens that I came to know what the real world looks like. No, for me, unlike
most of my fellow beings, they were not the colorful objects, moving bodies
which grabbed my attention but that beautiful girl! It was the very first time
I saw any human being and it was her! That very moment I knew she is to be my
world forever… You humans have perhaps named this very phenomenon as “Love at
first sight!” There she smiled and I couldn’t help but click, thanks to my
‘Smile Shutter’ mode which was on then. All surprised by this she went on to
explore all my possible settings as her fingers caressed me. To be in her soft
hands made me feel more secure and comfortable than being packed in that dark
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The rate at which she kept clicking was something I couldn’t have imagined of!
I tell you, it was one tiring day but all worth it… Not only did I see a swarm
of human beings but also got enveloped deep into their happening lives. To see
their smiling faces, funny poses, scary expression while on a ride was a new
experience and a treat indeed. But most of all I loved clicking her…mahn! She
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boundaries of her room. Be it her pen, that notebook containing most unromantic
of chemical equations, every corner of her room, the laptop, the balcony, plants
in it, the narrow streets seen from it, the unending skies… she was falling for
the beauty of these ordinaries and I, for her!<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; line-height: 115%;">One fine night she told me how she wishes to go to places all
around the world only to click endlessly. I was so overwhelmed, for now I knew
she wants to be with me for a lifetime. She kissed me goodnight and went to
sleep, with me sitting right by her side…. In the darkness I could not see her
but feel her fragrance, her every serene breath… it was a sense of sheer
contentment to know that I am one reason for all the happiness she gets by
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place of the town she lived in… through me she had captured her memories of school.
Even when carrying me along to her school was only a venture full of risk, she
took the chances. That was her last day in school and she clicked every special
corner of it and all her dear friends… With memories of many such incidents
life moved on and soon she began her new college life! It was there I realized
how possessive she could get about me. She never gave me to somebody else’s
hands only because of the fear that I might be mishandled! They were such
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the place, I could feel we both getting into a matured relationship. Now, it
was not a matter of a bunch of random clicks out of which some turned out to be
good. But now, together did we feel awestruck at the heights of hills, the
depth of lakes, the azure sky, the vastness of the greenery around… at the
whole amazing range of awesomeness nature provides to the human beings and
their mates, like me! Apart from an almost spiritual experience with the nature,
it was fascinating to frame some of very thoughtfully designed buildings. And
then yet another part of her life made both of us have fun together: clicks
during the bunks, at the canteen, on getting dressed up for a party, while the
evening or a morning walk. She perhaps doubted if her own memory would be able
to keep so many lively moments to its own record, so wished to preserve every
moment through me.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">the ecstasy of moment, the rarity of moment;</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">you saved the moment as a still moment...</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">But here, now, at this moment you do realize</span><br />
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I been a human, I could have said that I was almost in tears reading this. But
I was a camera… a camera of strong spirits and I did understand it was only
natural for her, being a human, to face a moment when she would question if my
existence in her life was reducing the significance of times spent with fellow
human beings or at times, alone in the lap of introspection. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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feeling with a touch of melancholy was short lived as her behavior with me
never changed but only became better. I must take this chance to thank our
mutual and dear friend Facebook, who helped a great deal in strengthening our
bond at a time when our relation, like any others, could have faced a downfall
of emotions. It not only helped her glorify me but also find meaning to all the
time spent with me. She now knew that clicking is not something she does just
to pass time or simply as a hobby… rather it is something which helps her open
pores of creativeness and induces her to come up with an amalgam of her life
experiences and my clicks only to express her inner being to the world.<br />
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part of destiny that I was never made capable enough to express wholly what I
felt for her. If some fine day I get a chance to tell it to her I would do
ahead with this…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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really don’t know why or how but I get pure happiness when I play the role of
your picture-clicking device, and be with you or even think about you even when
I am switched off… I could say you are my love of life, but girl you are what
the whole of my life could ever be! I feel honored when it is me with whom you
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is a secret I want to reveal today… every time I am in somebody else’s hands to
click a picture solely of you, I skip a heartbeat. I stay awestruck, staring at
you…you, a person of extreme beauty, so pure and mild… and it is perhaps this
feeling which helps me click the best of your DPs. I just wish this goes on for
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passed with it, thousands of thoughts 'bout it everyday, hundreds of
quotes read till date, so many people with it around and still the idea
of it never seems old...</span> Love ♥♥</span></span></span></i></span></span></h6>
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Ayushi Jangalwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06625664998224051072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344552350944041041.post-54443636238406818382012-08-30T00:00:00.000+05:302012-08-30T00:01:10.774+05:30Blue Sky High! :D<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"No, a pictures is not good only because it was clicked by a good photographer, but because he has been to an awesome place with some awesome people."<br />
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Ayushi Jangalwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06625664998224051072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344552350944041041.post-65260268565622962542012-08-28T19:28:00.000+05:302012-08-28T19:28:07.866+05:30My Dark Dream!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br /><br /><span style="color: #351c75;"><i>It was not until the last night that I realized one of my dreams to show You somehow what my dreams look like; that to, much ironically, in one of my dreams itself! A simple thing as it is, I was wandering in the wild and darkness when the ground seemed to rip apart.... No it was not anything remotely similar to what you would imagine as an earthquake! I could feel the thunders, coming right from the ground, shaking every bit of me even when I was much above the ground... thanks to the joy of zero gravity than! As it kept widening, a grand piece of something like a molten glass piece kept creeping above... with which came sheer coldness in the the winds around and the breaths I took in. They say one can sense it when one nears death and so I did sense the approaching end of that dream. I didn't plan a rescue method, for I knew I am anyways going to be rescued by my consciousness in a few seconds... but that was supposed to be an epic of the feelings... of thrill, of fear, of serenity (again, ironically much!), of triumph and of loss... of loss of this moment! No, I couldn't just let this go... it ought to be preserved! It ought to be shared! It ought to be glorified! And before I could think more, I had my sexy cybershot in my hand (You see that's what the advantage of clicking in your dream is... you know the moment you wish to click, will be clicked without any delay for the simple reason that it is in Your dream, a place where everything your subconscious wishes, just happens! ) And there I went.... knelt down on the approaching crack of the ground, set the lens so as to the even the bright moon through the cold, molten glasspiece and CLICK! *ChEeRs* :D</i></span><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<i><span style="color: #351c75;">Sometimes the picture clicking device is meant to be forgotten...coz a few moments ought to be remembered not by how you looked then or how beautiful the world around seemed.... but by the things you spoke then, the things you thought, the way you smiled, the way you were being noticed, the way you felt special... and the way it all made you feel =) <br />#SmallPleasures <span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">♥</span> </span></i></div>
Ayushi Jangalwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06625664998224051072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344552350944041041.post-22423369040794302892012-06-24T10:40:00.002+05:302012-06-24T10:40:22.177+05:30For My Love of Skies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Watching the skies is one thing I love. The clear blue sky has such depth to it that you feel you are under a grand protection and yet so free as a bird. Sunrise and sunsets have always been awe-inspiring and we never failed adoring them at sea beaches, river sides or from a high mountain peak (often do we come across 'Sunset points' around hill stations). But look what I found here... <br /> </i></div>
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<i>Watching the sun biding bye towards the dusk, the sunlight romancing through the clouds and all this in the middle of a city! With the tress, buildings, motored vehicles, those electric poles and that one branch curving only to find its position in the frame ;) </i></div>
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<i>These clicks are an inspiration somewhere and the joy taught me something... You don't have to plan to go places far and away to find beauty or to appreciate nature... Our very own concrete jungles have much to offer, all you need is to look up and about... So the next time you are out in the balcony, off for a stroll or the lucky one not driving, don't miss to incline your neck upwards and watch for some colorful play of nature :)<br /><br />P.S. I clicked all these siting at the back of my brother's bike as we moved around the city... and while the second last click I was in a bus!</i></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>and lost in a your old melancholy,<br />I shall come to you dressed up with joy and vibrancy<br />and you will love me and you will know how Bright is Beautiful <3 "</i></b></span></div>Ayushi Jangalwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06625664998224051072noreply@blogger.com1Indore, Madhya Pradesh, India22.7195687 75.857725822.6609827 75.7787618 22.778154699999998 75.9366898tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344552350944041041.post-57153882225608434562012-05-31T14:39:00.004+05:302012-05-31T14:43:57.897+05:30Dreams...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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one which drives them to toil hard and follow what they called dreams, I wonder
if any similar passion is there which makes me dream too.<br />
It was only sometime back I did realize there is so much I want to do in this lifetime,
that the very span of life seems so short!”</b></i></span></div>
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with someone I want to speak my heart out, when no one’s there to hear I would
write. I feel like expressing all the overflowing thoughts in a way they assume
a form… a form which leads to creating something… Perhaps creating a building!
Not concrete boxes to live in but spaces with a meaning, a purpose. Think of a
house you live in and it seems to be breathing like you do. A creation which
amazes and to understand which you require no effort; both at the same time!</b></i><div class="MsoNormal">
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water sing while I sing along with it. Singing such that it does no matter how
bad I am at it or if someone hears! Then at times, I feel like dancing to the
silent tune playing around and then dancing hysterically to the loud music at parties!</b></i></span></div>
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would enjoy the chilly breeze. In afternoon, I would cook for you… dishes which
I learnt from my mother and the exotic ones… The ones I would learn while
travelling to islands, cities and towns far away. Places where I would meet
people, befriend them, learn their language, and teach them ours… where I would
know how their culture is different for ours and still how we all share the
same relation of love and cheer!<br />
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Not just this, but I would also go on to fly… not by a plane, but for real,
with some real wings to go with! Yes, fly for real over those islands, gliding
through the creamy clouds, reflecting in the azure, shining sea. Not to forget
that all this while I will be clicking…. Clicking pictures to let you know
later what my dreams looked it!”</b></i></span>
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