A terribly tiny tale.

A surprisingly great picture, some lonely and sad time and voila!

The Breeze

The most wonderful breeze is blowing outside. It's the kind that makes one feel like a character in a movie. The softness of it, the cool temperature and the slight rustling of the winds. With the atrocious heat that we've had to suffer lately, the cool winds are a welcome change. By welcome I mean- Give me more of the winds or I'll die by melting into a skin coloured puddle on the floor.

The beautiful weather and the quiet night time charged some of my creative neurons and here's a poem, plus fraîche.

Softly she waves around me
as if she's dancing to a lullaby.
She makes the leaves dance with her.
Her only shape is the blowing dust on the streets and look how beautiful it is.

Brushing past my cheeks, she leaves her coolness behind.
In the silence of the night
I'm the only one standing here with her.
It is almost as if she does this all for me.

I hate to say goodbye and go inside.
She might not be there in the morning.
I never know when she might come next.
She's tempestuous like that but I can't wait to have her back.

Might Say No (Song Lyrics)

The following writing piece may seem peculiar in its flow but it is supposed to be the lyrics for a song. I was listening to some Amy Winehouse and some oldies recently and coupled with this cheeky idea I had about a certain book, this came up.

So I forbid anyone from over analysing my recent writing. It is a fictional piece and doesn't have any resemblance to anyone or any incident whatsoever. And if in case it does remind you of yourself, kudos! I had great fun writing it. Also, it is obviously not some excellent piece of literature so no criticism invited on that.

I've waited for you since so long
Never thought you'd ask me
But now you're propped on one knee
Saying you want to marry me
But all I think is I'm being too easy.

It all started years ago
I'd been all sad and morose
Just waiting for that someone
Thinking for me there was no one
But there you were with all that charm of yours.

You made me want to give you all
With no conditions and regard
I guess it got too easy
Time passed, you got too lazy
Kept forgetting cause you knew I'll still be home.


I've waited for you since so long
Never thought you'd ask me
But now you're propped on one knee
Saying you want to marry me
But I guess it'll be no from me.

Anger

My anger is a shy thing

It hides in the shadows of my brain

simmering and hissing from there.

It flares up every now and then,

just waiting to pounce, if it is allowed.

Allow it, I don’t, because really…

What is the use?

Obstinate mules won’t ever bend,

And why would they?

Have I ever ever really bent?

I’d like to think so, but i hear no ayes.

So i bend down in front of human nature.

Oh, the irony, I know,

but I see no other choice.

It is either peace or letting loose the reins 

to the angry madness in me.

And one would rather choose the first one?

Dear Two Face

To
Ms/Mr Two Face
(Ya all got the Batman reference right?)

Subject:- Politely and formally expressing my distaste for you. (I am nothing if not polite.)

Dear Madam/Sir
I, Ahana Bose, of Female Complicated! would sincerely like to inform you of my antipathy towards you. Please pay careful attention to the following words. If you correct yourself, you may make more friends. (I highly doubt it though.)

First of all, do not say something to me and the exact opposite to someone else. You'll get caught and it ain't pretty. I've seen better people with their mugshots in black and white striped pajamas.

Second, you are still a human (I'm still doubtful). You may be tossing and turning all night in your bed, over-thinking your immense contribution to our humble human race while we're just ordinary people who are dreaming high and doing nigh, but that doesn't make you any more superior to us.

Your swagger is not like Jagger so stop acting like it is you and not Levine singing his song about our dear old Micky. You must be great at many things but humility is obviously not one of them.

I am now at the end of my tirade and I would have liked to end the show with some witty one liner but I am still dependent on others to provide me with that. So I am leaving you with Marilyn Monroe's apt words- "If you're gonna be two faced, at least make one of them pretty."

Yours not so lovingly
Ahana Bose

Joys of being in Electrical Engineering at DTU

DISCLAIMER

The following articles is only for the eyes of EE department students of DTU. If you don't happen to be one of us, keep the secrets to just yourselves or know the we have a surprisingly good knowledge of electricity's various cool uses. Just Kidding! Enjoy.

If you're in DTU and you're in the Electrical Engineering Department, chances are you're probably, either complaining about how demanding this stream is and playing the martyr card in-front of your friends or regaling the horrors of the stream to scare off your juniors. I haven't even completed a month yet, and I know it is going to be a tough ride. Yet, our lives are far from a lost cause! There are certain things that appear to be special only for the EE and EEE department students. Lets go through them, shall we?

1)  You can get out of commitments by the merely mentioning your stream. If you're a part of any society and you're being asked to do some work, use this fact as your trump card. It works like a charm every time. Taking advantage of people's sympathy for us is so easy! 

2) Plenty of streams will taunt you about your workload and lack of a "life". These mostly include production, automotive et al. I've found the perfect response to such jabs. Their branch is simply not CORE enough to be comparing with us. Get it, get it?! No offense to my friends in those branches!

In case the person in-front does happen to be from a core branch, just leave it. You don't need to reply to everybody. We are simply too busy to care. 

3) Shared experience of burden and torturously long study hours makes us thick buddies with our classmates. Which other stream boasts of that?

4)Unrelenting teachers makes us the most clever people. Our brain develops an uncanny ability to make up excuses to get out of work or ask for seemingly legit bunks.

To Please Others

If you go through my articles carefully, you might observe my annoying habit of constantly trying to please others and caring about what others think of me. I am telling you on the outset, keep your purty lips zipped if you’re going to tell me that it is good to have a pleasing personality. (See, I am already on the path of redemption!)

If the Great Indian Series special on Chamchas (sycophants) by the Times of India, shows us anything, it is not really in our best interest to be boot lickers. It leaves you exactly in that position: the boot, perennially open to the whims and fancies of others, never knowing when you might be kicked by the same boot you’re kneeling in front of.

Nobody needs to tell me that I tend to make better decisions when I make them completely on my own and for my own sake. I know that. And I also know the reason why. I can’t show anybody that my decision was wrong. Even though I am not crazy enough to believe that I’ll always make the right decision, but one thing that I can be sure of is that, I’ll automatically work harder to ensure that I don’t fail at it. Elementary, my dear Watson.

I am pretty sure I am not going to change overnight. Who knows, I might never change at all. But note my words people because I am going to try.