Silence - isn't it often misread?

I speak out of experience when I say silence happens to be the one thing that is often misread. The aftermath of the bungle you ask? Oh, that's a different story altogether! So, I supposed I could make an attempt to help remove the misconceptions that arise.

There's this silence out of indignance or displeasure..something that's scores better than picking up an argument, or worse, a fight! Very obviously, occurs when something isn't acceptable to one, while it could be to the other. What is it about a silent protest that gives an idea that it could be one out of arrogance? Be it on a small scale or a large one, silent protests are way better than violent ones, regardless of them being verbal or physical ones.

One more form is silence, whilst one is drowned in thought...those times when all that one prefers is to have pep talks with their own self, their conscience (trust me, they help a lot!) and there's a fair chance that people around you guesstimate you are depressed! Isn't a person entitled to some solitary time ever? While one's left without being bothered during other times, where's the necessity to interrupt during such times and end up making absurd conclusions?

There might be times when one prefers being silent out of sorrow (the reason's left to the viewers imagination) ...the times when one feels things couldn't turn any deal worse. All that one yearns for during those times is to be left alone for some time..that isn't an unreasonable thing to ask for, is it? So, where's the point in ignoring the "don’t interfere" sign that is so obvious and end up drawing conclusions about things that could possibly be unknown?

On a reminiscing note, there's this one other form of silence that dates back to our childhood, probably primary school days. There would have been such times when we would decide to be silent when there'd be no teacher in the class...and it was some sort of a telepathy, and the entire class would end up being silent for a change. How frustrating would it be when the teachers would suppose the reason for it was that we were guilty of some mischief!
A similar thing would happen back home, those occasions when siblings chose to hunch their backs over books, parents always surmised it had to have a motive behind..say, a broken lamp, a torn tablecloth, an so on., a sure consequence of sibling pettifoggery in the elders' absence. (Let's say that could have been the case sometimes, still, it isn't always the case, right? ;))

Apart from all the supposedly unpleasant things, I remember this thing mentioned in somebody's blog (if the person is a viewer of this post, my sincere apologies extended..in my defense, you don't own the copyrights to it :P). Anyway, it speaks about the beautiful song sung by Bryan Adams - "Please forgive me". The two shakes of silence just before he sings Please forgive me; I can't stop loving you ...that's absolutely entrancing! Each time you hear the song, you get transformed to a new place altogether.
(PS: The mention about the song had probably nothing to do with silence being misread, but these particular words were so beautiful that I couldn't hold myself back from publishing it here.)

That's about all I can recall at the moment. I hope this post is remembered when similar circumstances arise, and such things are avoided.
Also, can you people think of any such goof-ups? Feel free to leave a comment in any case.

BRAIN-PICKING SOAPS (Damn them!)

Warning: Viewer's discretion is highly recommended....
"THIS IS NO EULOGY"

It was one of those days recently and I was in the mood for reminiscing those first few days at college..(Pre-University). Trust me when I say it was quite a transformation, going from school to college, the basic thing being, six people sitting on a single bench at college, as opposed to a maximum of three back at school!
Precisely at the mention of my early days at college, however hard I might try, I'm reminded of this woeful tale..Still wondering what it could be? Then, imagine being jammed with 5 other people on a single bench, 4 of whom find nothing apart from those daily soaps to discuss! Yeah, there was this other girl, apart from me, who despised the soaps too, and I'm sure she has an equally woeful tale to narrate! (We had actually struck a deal to "kill" the makers of those soaps..I'd better not divulge in the details here, or else I could be mistaken to be a scheming terrorist, or a supari killer!)
I don't see any point...Why would a bunch of 15-16 year olds (sometimes even younger) ever want to view them, without even daring to miss a single episode? Somehow, the storyline of all of them seem cliched..The general trend is....

• There is a ripped family (At the mention of this, you can imagine all possible troubles "bestowed" upon upon them, poverty being the most important one) and somehow, it turns out that all the members in that family are some forms of ANGELS!
• Amidst all the poverty, they still find loads of money to splurge on those heavy silk sarees and articles of make-up (by the way, they conveniently keep it on all day long..Oh, and even during the night!- yes, they sleep in the same "outfit").

• Oh! and there definitely has to be a Vamp in the same family..how do you recognise her?? You see the most outrageously dressed woman, having prominently big teeth and big eyes(kohl-lined dramatically, ofcourse!)...that's her!

That's about all I could think of at the moment, though there's a dead-sure possibility of there being lots more of such trends!

The Scenario:
Usually a big mansion and a group of "those" cars parked in front of it..(er...weren't they drowned in debts??) . There are some 4-5 generations of people and the thing that boggles me most is that the oldest people in the family (the first generation of people) are still alive! (guess they are given the "Never grow old boon" after a cetain age!)
If you are expecting more here, perhaps a story-line, I'm sorry..I've never quite understood them! The one general thing I've noticed, though is that these soaps actually run for a REAL long time! New characters come and go, like a genie in and out of a bottle. If one of the cast is on a disagreement with the director (they prefer to call it a "break"), they are sent into coma after a ghastly accident, and most often forgotten there, only to be revived ..probably a year later(there are chances that the person had to undergo a plastic surgery, which explains the "beyond recognition" look!). Again, the charges of the "best hospital in town" are being borne by the family in debt! ...and the yarn continues to be wound further
All this makes it sound like the makers are big-time sufferers of depression, only that they don't seem to have realized it. If they did, psychiatrists in India would be minting money without having to go abroad!

PS: In case you are wondering about the source of all this "gyaan", read the introductory part of this post again... Yeah, a couple months of what I term "torture to my ears" taught me a lifetime lasting lesson, and to this day, the voice in my head screams out loud...STAY AWAY FROM THOSE SOAPS!

Beauty of Nature..revisited

Quite some days ago, my mom had planned to take us to this place (a temple, mainly) . All I can remember is complaining of how it would ruin the very few days of holidays that we had. My tantrums were conveniently ignored, and we were all set. My only consolation was that two of my friends were coming with us too! We set-off on the very night I finished with my exams. The onward journey was kind of boring, since all the others were did was sleep, sleep and sleep. The three of us were so used to being awake for nearly a month, couldn't do so, and ended up speaking, singing..in short, irking everyone around us.

Next, all the visits were done and I was dog-tired, sleep deprived and in short, cranky for the entire next day. We were to return back home that very day, and I don't remember feeling that home-sick ever. Just the thought of the comfort that lay stretched for me back home made me more desperate. Return tickets booked, we went on a long walk there, visiting all possible temples nearby, and all I did was complain!

Finally, it struck 2.30, when we were supposed to leave the place. Having been a bit late with the bookings, all we (the kids) got were the second to last seats, and to make it all worst, the way back was just hopeless.. It was on our way back, amidst all the complains, that I saw the most beautiful sights that Mother Nature had to show.. It was so enthralling! I pitied my brother wasn't able to see them, as he was snoring on the seat beside mine.. I turned to show my friends, only to discover that they were asleep too! All the elders who had accompanied us were fast asleep too. I just kept staring out of the window..at the small brooks of the clearest water I'd ever seen, the tiny trinklets of water that were flowing out of the crevices formed in those rocks (Oh, did I forget to mention?, it was a hill-side place we visited) Just those few views took away the month-long sleep away from my eyes, and I 'd never felt that rejuvenated ever in my life before. It even awoke the poet in me..thoughts started flowing like never before. Pity, I didn't have anything to make note of!

That, is the Power of nature. That is what we need to worship and respect. All we do is just that, only people donot realise that and speak rot about so many other things. Let me not get very philosophical here (else, this entry will never end).

We were back home and life just followed it's normal course. The days I feel dull, I just close my eyes and remember all this, and I'm back to my usual cheerful self again! So, thought it would be ideal to have all my thoughts organised at a place where it would be easily accessible.

Read on..

Well, here I am once again, done with all the exams and quite contended with the way my life's heading now. There had always been one thing I craved for..to do something that would earn me a recognition never to be forgotten. Somehow, destiny had it planned to happen this late for me. Nevertheless, as a great man once said.."It's better late than never!" That being my one other consolation, I somehow learned to move on.

But now, I'm sure it was definitely worth the wait. Us working on that project (I prefer to skip the details) has probably etched a niche not just for ourselves, but for those who follow too. I'm atually falling short of words in expressing how totally out of the world I feel at this point.

So, in short, Patience always pays.. The good things donot happen always, but when they happen, they definitely take you to a different world altogether!

I'd like to sign-off with what a teacher once told me, and this is something that I cherish..so much that I have even displayed it in my room and it has helped me get through all those times I would never want to repeat ever...it says..
"Trying times are no time to quit trying"

I kind of liked this.... describes the present scenario...

Time has fled
Like it has to
Thoughts flowed
Dissipated to thinness..
Memory struggles to
recollect and reconstruct
The remnants of thought
Occurred back
To concretise.

Couldn't think of an apt title for this, though!

I Can't believe this is really happening!

Well, for starters, I would like to introduce myself.. I'm Sushma, nurturing a passion for writing. So, there can only be a vague estimate about how I actually feel right now.

Well, since this my very first blog, there are so many things to tell..I feel absolutely awesome today, as I have been finally able to break out of the shell that I'd built around myself all these years and trust me, the air here smells sweet!

Well, I have chosen the wrong time to do this, considering that I have my exams lined up in the near future (infact, I have one the day after tomorrow!). Will be keying in a lot after the much dreaded exams..after all, now that I have provided a vent for my thoughts, how can I force it shut??

Anyways, keep looking out for the updates on my blog and thanks for all the patience shown, as my friend keeps telling.."Patience is a virtue"!