nicotine-overdose.blogspot.com
The glass half empty: "We may not always be the best of lovers..."
http://nicotine-overdose.blogspot.com/2014/10/we-may-not-always-be-best-of-lovers.html
The glass half empty. Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart. Monday, October 13, 2014. We may not always be the best of lovers.". Two years. That's how long it's taken. I don't know when last I felt this nostalgic and happy. Nostalgia has come to become synonymous with depression as we grew up. Reminiscence led to some deep regret echoing and reverberating repeatedly inside of our guts. Well atleast, mine. My epiphany might be a little upside down but I know now wha...
nicotine-overdose.blogspot.com
The glass half empty: June 2015
http://nicotine-overdose.blogspot.com/2015_06_01_archive.html
The glass half empty. Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart. Thursday, June 25, 2015. Father's Laptop, Mother's Clothes. I am about to turn 24 in less than fifteen days. Twenty- fucking. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. I have all these outlandish dreams where I travel and write and work but quite honestly what am I really doing? I'm turning twenty- four. And I don't even have twenty- four. I'm still a dependent, demanding, student for crying out loud! For the first time ever,...
nicotine-overdose.blogspot.com
The glass half empty: Keeping me hostage.
http://nicotine-overdose.blogspot.com/2012/09/keeping-me-hostage.html
The glass half empty. Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart. Friday, September 7, 2012. They lead me to you, over and over again. Do they not take a hint from my active attempts at trying to distance myself from your very existence? Against my masochistic faith in the fact that we fall apart only to come together again. What if all my stories will forever have you or a hint of you in them? September 7, 2012 at 8:04 PM. September 9, 2012 at 6:54 AM. Lol Not particula...
nicotine-overdose.blogspot.com
The glass half empty: March 2015
http://nicotine-overdose.blogspot.com/2015_03_01_archive.html
The glass half empty. Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart. Friday, March 6, 2015. I learnt the art of pretense at a very early age. When everyone in class would narrate stories about their parents, or sketch a perfect family, I would pretend. I would pretend that theirs still fell short of the dream that was mine. Some dream it was indeed. I learnt how to run away. I knew how I couldn't stand another second in the same room as you so I ran - at the first oppor...
purvabhatia.blogspot.com
Conversations: The other side of mom
http://purvabhatia.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-other-side-of-mom.html
Of all the things unsaid. The other side of mom. Left): Ranju Bhatia;. Interviewing someone close to you is an experience on its own. I realised that last month when I interviewed my mom for a story. Mom is a Hindi writer. For a story on 'Is Hindi literature dying amongst the youth', my editor suggested we arrange a dialogue between her and a young author. Although a bilingual, the young writer chose to write in Hindi. Mom, Ranju Bhatia, released her second book Kuch Meri Kalam Se,. What do you think?
purvabhatia.blogspot.com
Conversations: "How to be happy"
http://purvabhatia.blogspot.com/2013/10/how-to-be-happy.html
Of all the things unsaid. How to be happy". I will be happy when.". My life will be sorted when.". Happiness is not a destination you are aiming to reach. (I know, we have heard the sentences so many times that our state of mind has now become immune to the statement.). The larger issue, I think, is that we have made ourselves believe that 'happiness' is an antonym to 'problems' in our life. It is not! Chocolates, beer, new dresses or iPad help, I admit. But only in temporarily clearing your head, pe...
purvabhatia.blogspot.com
Conversations: A Jumbo Passion
http://purvabhatia.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-jumbo-passion.html
Of all the things unsaid. Enthusiastic, inspiring and adventurous, Prajna Chowta is one of the very few women mahouts in the world. Fighting resistant stereotypes with steely determination is not easy for anyone, least of all for a young. London-educated woman who is sure she wants to spend the rest of her life in forests, with elephants. Assam, Arunachal Pradesh and Myanmar, to find out the diff erent practices used by. Traditions connected to the animal. Going further back in time, Prajna talks of her ...
purvabhatia.blogspot.com
Conversations: Winter Rains
http://purvabhatia.blogspot.com/2014/01/winter-rains.html
Of all the things unsaid. There is discomfort yet some peace,. Seeing the grey sky but dancing trees. Cozy indoors and wet, wet roads. Gloomy evenings, colourful clothes. Misty mornings, lazy days. Wicked and wise, winter rains. Wednesday, January 22, 2014. What do you think? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This blog is about experiences, moments and memories that make my life more than just ordinary. A dreamer and seeker, I believe in living every moment. There was an error in this gadget.
nicotine-overdose.blogspot.com
The glass half empty: Somehow.
http://nicotine-overdose.blogspot.com/2014/10/somehow.html
The glass half empty. Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart. Friday, October 24, 2014. Somehow I want for you to talk Economics to me all day (for some one day) so that I can look at you all dopey-eyed and feel awed and unequal and unsmart as compared to you. Somehow I want to make up for that in ways only I can. Somehow I want it all now. And I want it all with you. Though you, without anything else, would do too. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Thats such a ne...
nicotine-overdose.blogspot.com
The glass half empty: Father's Laptop, Mother's Clothes.
http://nicotine-overdose.blogspot.com/2015/06/fathers-laptop-mothers-clothes.html
The glass half empty. Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart. Thursday, June 25, 2015. Father's Laptop, Mother's Clothes. I am about to turn 24 in less than fifteen days. Twenty- fucking. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. I have all these outlandish dreams where I travel and write and work but quite honestly what am I really doing? I'm turning twenty- four. And I don't even have twenty- four. I'm still a dependent, demanding, student for crying out loud! For the first time ever,...
