EYEronic

I have been wearing glasses since class 6. Now, after 5 years since a bald-headed and himself bespectacled ophthalmologist had told me to wear glasses, they are as much a part of me as my skin. My eyes and my glasses are like lovers, two units but one soul. Each is incomplete without the other.

Initially, as a child, I was afraid because my eyes were weak. I had consoled myself into believing that I would stop watching TV and playing video games, and munch on kilograms and kilograms of almonds and gooseberries, and eventually get rid of the glasses.


But here I am, 5 years post that, sitting in front of a computer emitting harmful radiations and reading small fonts on Google about how to improve eyesight. Know what a situation like this is called? Read the title once again. Yeah, that.

However, so many years down the lane, I have evolved into being an aficionado of glasses and people wearing them. We look cool, don’t we? I’m obviously not talking about the uncles and aunties wearing their black-brown specs with strings hanging down from both their ears. But the guys with big and sexy frames and the girls with the Naina Talwar look (I’m still not over YJHD!). Afterall, we have an array of colorful and super-stylish glasses these days ranging from the Cat-eyes to my personal favorite Lennon glasses and so many more. You can walk into an optical store just like that and end up buying a cool pair for yourself even if you don’t need one!


Breaking the stereotype, people with glasses are no more harassed and ridiculed with stupid tags like ‘geek’ or ‘four-eyed’ or ‘battery’.

Even after writing all this, I still despise the fact that I won't be able to see the world so amusing if some day my glasses break and I have to wait for one whole day to get the new one. Not that I am making up all this, but this also actually happened.

Three days back I was cleaning my glasses when while wiping the right glass I accidently plucked it out altogether. I had placed the order for new specs but had to wait for a day. And that day, had been terribly painful.

I couldn’t walk the road without bumping into a pebble or two. Whatever my math teacher wrote on the blackboard, seemed like Greek (not that I understand math, anyway!).

I’ve always feared oblivion, even much before of John Green telling the world that Augustus Waters fears oblivion, too. So that one day felt like the worst come true- oblivion. But then I remembered what Hazel Grace had said in the literal heart of Jesus:

"There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or tat our species ever did anything. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that's what everyone else does".
So now I don’t get scared when I imagine what will happen if one day my eyes won’t be able to see this world. Because I've willed myself to experience the most beautiful things of life before that damned day will come, which I know, will not ;)

Don't Kill Yourself, Life Will Do It For You!

"I was upset my mom didn’t buy me a new shoe, then I saw somebody who had no feet"

Ever came across a point in life where you felt like giving up, felt it’s not worth it anymore? Probably everyone gets pissed off at some or the other stage of life.

Somebody broke your heart- you find the whole of you broken down into pieces.

You didn’t clear an entrance or failed in Boards- you believe that you’ve failed in life

Your parents get angry with you - you start doubting your own worth

We always think what we’re receiving is not enough compared to the amount of effort we’re putting in. But have you ever seen people at redlights and streets performing heart-halting stunts just for people to drop a penny or two in their hat? If life is tough for you, it is worst for many.

On the other side of fear, lies freedom. Once you overcome that jeopardy of your own self-worth, what wonders life will unfold for you.

People who have been successful in their lives, not in terms of money or fame, but in terms of the uncountable smiles they gave and received – have one thing in common.
THEY DIDN’T GIVE UP.
They stayed calm. They didn’t let it happen, they made it happen.

No doubt, life is tough. But if lived the right way, it’s a magic, a dreamland. Life is funny too. If you accept nothing less then what you deserve, you very often end up getting it.

Being content is the only key to happiness. 

Smile for what you have and see what more life has to offer you! 

10 Ways In Which Your Mobile Phone Is A Blessing

Difference of opinions and view-points due to generation-gap are inevitable in our society. Why I am writing this is because I wanted to highlight the counter-view of a very commonly debated topic these days i.e. the use, or as they claim, misuse of mobile phones. This issue didn't exist even a decade ago since people used to have those tiny- keypad, ugly-looking mobile phones. When I was a toddler, a phone with bluetooth and a camera was considered a top edition of any company. So basically, with such limited features available, why would someone be addicted to their phones? Why would somebody feel the urge to check their phones if not for those social networking apps and yes, Whatsapp!

So what I am trying to say is that the use of mobile phones has increased not because the current generation is too carefree and idle to have a life outside their smartphones, but because the previous generation simply didn't have the facility to do the same!

So as a measure to defend our side of the logic, I've come up with this.



10 Ways In Which Your Mobile Phone Is A Blessing 



1. When you're all alone and there is nobody to talk to, you can always keep scrolling through your phone and find fun things to watch and share.

2. You're at a public gathering and feel completely out-of-the-place. Grab a chair, nose inside your phone. You'll never be bored!

3. When you've had an argument at home, you just need to pick up your phone and slam the door of your room loud to show you're angry and need space. 

4. You find something really interesting and can't wait to show it to somebody. When you have your phone, friends are just a text away!

5. Feeling angry or sad? Earphones in, volume up, close your eyes. Everything else goes into oblivion. 

6. Want to watch a movie? Need to check the when and where? Oh dear phone, where art thou?

7. Lost navigation at a new place? Can't find the road to take? Google maps, yeah right!

8. Want to click a selfie? Who needs a camera!  Take it with your phone and upload it within seconds!

9. Have a tuition test? Click pictures of the notes and what to do with it, well, we all know that. 

10. You can always be assured that even if you're all alone, koi aapka apna hamesha aapke saath hai! xD

So if you are addicted to your smartphone, it may not be as harmful as it is perceived. But remember that at the end of the day, you're the owner of your mobile phone, and not a slave to it! :) 

Everybody Has A Bestfriend

Everybody has a bestfriend. Everybody should have a bestfriend. It is by far the most beautiful relationship I have experienced. You get a sense of belongingness when you are with them. You literally walk (read march) into their house as if you own it and treat their parents as your parents. You hold on to them as your ray of sunshine in a dark night.

I have one such bestfriend who means life to me. No actually, she does not. Because if I compare my life to her, I will chose her over my life each and every time. She does not even mean the world to me because the world is so petty and worthless in front of her. So basically what she means to me is incomprehensible.

We fight like lunatics. I own the right to scratch her arms with my nails, pull her hair and punch her nose. But if an outsider says something that might offend her even by a little fraction of intensity, I am all ready with my butter knife and steel water bottle to hit them.

I don’t write personal stories in my blog. But I still wanted to express this. She is no longer in the same school. We bridge the distance with long phone calls. Since two days my retarded bestfriend seems lost somewhere. I was missing her so much that I have actually written a poem for her, that too in Hindi. On days like this one when we miss out on each other I realize that we are far away, in terms of distance off course. Such a handicap.

Kuchh to tha, un palo ki daastaan me

Jo bagair lafzon ke hi

Itna kuchh keh gaye

Hamara sath jo dhoop ke dino ki tarah khichta hi chala gaya

Aaj bichhda maaloom hota hai

Kuchh to tha, teri un muskuraati aankho me,

Jinhe dekhne ko tarasti hain aaj meri aankhe

Tera sath jo mera sahara tha

Aaj bhi ous ki boondo ki tarah

Thandak si deta hai

Kuchh to tha tera mujhme

Jo tere jaane ke baad bhi gaya nahi

Na hi kabhi ja sakta hai

Kyunki, vo karta hai mukkammal mujhko

No. I am not a lover in pain or something even close to that. I am not a shayar neither do I want to be claimed as one. I am simply the bestfriend of my bestfriend. So after reading this poem if it reminded you of a friend, boyfriend or girlfriend, go recite it to them and tell them that they don’t mean the world to you. If you know what I mean ;)

Seasoned Love

The day I found you, I lost myself.

Life revolves around your thoughts

Just keeping high on vodka shots

The sight of you, your magical eyes

The way you stride, my sanity dies

When you wear a hoodie in winters

Along with your Adidas shorts

I just don’t count the loves-me-nots

While accidentally bumping into you

Under the summer hue

The smell of your scent reaches my insides

It swings me off to my world of delights

Though you were never mine, I have lost you forever

All these emotions are drenched with the first shower

Of the cloudy monsoon of my life

The day I lost you, I started finding myself yet again…

The Voices In My Head

I hear voices in my head
They scream and shout
that my solitude demands to be fed
They tear me apart
A part of me, is left afar
into a place I’m not destined to conquer
A place I never reach
except in dreams and hallucinations
Behold, I fear those creations
Belonging nowhere, but my own mind

I hear voices in my head
Holding me guilty
of faults I’m not willing to accept
I stride forward fighting self-enmity
but they pull me back instead
into the place I’m not destined to conquer
no matter how many tears I shed
My most pious wish was left unsaid
Since then they echo;
The voices in my head

A Conventee

Since whenever I’ve known myself, I’ve known myself as an Anthonian. I’ve been going to St. Anthony’s Sr. Sec. School since I opened my eyes to this world as a toddler. I somehow feel that I belong to this institution, to CFMSS.

The fact that our school is not so active in co-curricular activities and that the academic rate has been dropping drastically made me want to leave the school after class X.

Everything was going as planned. I managed to get admission in one of the top schools in Delhi and was almost ready to pack my bag and leave SAS to set out on a new journey. I was content as I had achieved what I wanted. But something inside me was breaking apart at the thought of leaving the institution that has nurtured me into what I am today. Strange as it may seem, I felt as a traitor. It could not go down well with me that from now on I won’t be an Anthonian anymore. I was going to deny myself the honor of being called an alumnus of the school after having been studied there for 10 long years. I would not be allowed to visit the school to meet my friends and teachers because I was not a passout of the school despite of being there since class I. 

How could I do this to myself? How could I do away with a place that is not just a part of my education, but a part of my very soul?

No matter how much we condemn it, it is because of studying in this convent that we are now prepared for any moral responsibility that might be handed over to us. It is because of being a conventee that respecting the blessings of God in any phase comes naturally to us. It is because of being a conventee that whatever our individual personalities are, we are all still alike at being good human beings.

No matter how much we tend to defy the imposed discipline in school, once we go out to the broader arena we naturally behave like well brought up girls.

So finally the things I hated then seem a part of me now. 

The blue ribbons and two braids rule
Talk in English or pay a fine
The poor fund in class for inculcating the habit to donate whatever little we can
Disappearing at the sight of Miss. Sahni
Long assemblies at every festival
Getting inspired by the strong personalities our teachers are
Crying at their farewells
Touching the ground of the convent church while entering school

I wonder I would have experienced these beautiful moments in any other school. I wonder if in any other school the children recite “Bless us Oh Lord, and these our gifts, which we are about to receive, from thy bounty. Amen” before having meals.

And as I write this I realize how stupid I was. I was actually going to leave all this behind for no justifiable reason at all. Thank You Jesus for whatever prevented me from making the biggest mistake of my life. I don’t want to leave school. Not now, not later. Never. Even after I die, I want my soul to reside in my school. Heaven is not a beautiful garden with fairies and angels. Heaven can be found in the most unlikely corners of your heart. And now I know where my heaven is :’)

A conventee is not special by the way she dresses or the way she speaks. It is by the way she acts, even when no one is watching.