Rage…

It is okay to hate me for this. This is how I have felt all along. It is one of the core reasons that I started blogging. For beauty is only in the heart and not elsewhere. But the world could never accept this. It puts me in anger, when I see people looking and raving only for the beauty on the outside. It hurts rather, that for normal looking people, who’ve a beautiful inside, get rejected and hurt. For instance, a girl I know was not allowed to march for a national parade, because of her dark complexion. The very projection that Indians are white, is all that matters and is all that will ever matter to the government and the selection committee. So I get angry. When a girl with lots of money and fame, walks into a hall with other people on the same page, she gets accepted. But when a beautiful soul walks into the lives of terrific people, it gets rejected. It hurts me when I see, with my own eyes, that there are Indians who try acting, talking and behaving outlandish to their fellow Indians who aren’t well off. A person my friend knew once, was put into so much depression and that led to a lot of follow-up problems at a very young age.

It is like an unclear picture that I’m trying to paint in my head. Yet I end up converting them to words. The humiliation people have to put up with. It hurts. The closure a person is comfortable with in a scaring dark way. The insecurity when it comes to society. You’re not ugly, Society is! Yet there’s this dark voice in each one’s mind. Will I really be able to accept reality? Or is it rather better to put up with the falseness prevailing and keep pushing on. For independency is trending now. So is rejection, I suppose. It wouldn’t really occur to you unless you face it. It’ll be the world against you. But all you’ll have in mind are the memories of how you’ve treated people and how that’s backfiring at you?

This is just a general rage on the ways and means of our society. People fall for what their actors portrait on-screen. They get deeply affected by the promotions. It is after all soothing to know that you’re one among the million people following it. No one rather wants to be that one in a million kind of person. When traitors are hit with an amplitude of realisation, ask them, “I’m sorry, did my back hurt your knife?”. I believe in forgiving but never forgetting. Be it good or bad. When you feel let down at any point of time in life, don’t try to end it. Instead try to live up to your beautiful dreams and prove your haters, wrong!

I totally support loneliness. I’ve been there and it’s an interchangeable phase that I visit often, to keep my calm and keep myself intact. So don’t feel awful if you’re there. You are, in fact, gifted to be there yourself. Quality time alone matters. It helps you bring out the best version of yourself…truely for the better!!

This has nothing to do with how my life is going on right now. But this was purely for those who’ve been through the above phases of life and desperately need help or at the least, a feeling of oneness. And through my thoughts, if you’ve achieved it, do let me know. I’ll keep improving. The word trigger means a lot. To me, if used in a good way, it’ll improve the way everyone sees life these days.

– Shreyy, always here to help you, the way I was helped :’)

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Untitled feelings. 

Expectations might be high now… People’s perspective vary. It’s called perspective for that very reason. And so they say, you’ll find ‘the ones’ once you’ve gotten there. People from the past will stay , they said. You’ll just have to keep in touch and you’ll manage. New people will not dominate. It’s going to be tough. That’s the one thing that happens to be right. No one will stay and help you. It seems fair though. If there’s a mutual feeling of helplessness, it’s manageable. And then you wake up weeping. Wishing you could go back to how it used to be. The old times when everything seemed stable. When you didn’t have to spend much time or money to get happiness. When friends backstabbed less. Not that they like backstabbing less, but they loved loyalty more. Everything’s changed now. You’ve grown up. Expected to behave. Behave according to a set of expectations. It’s a cycle all over again. Empty your mind. Live up to your dreams. Not that of others. 

Welcome to college. 

– Shreyy, who is still processing. 

Such Testing Times!

This week had some amazing turn of events in store for me. Long story short:

  •  Life skills were put to test. Living alone wasn’t new, but living alone added with pain was something new. I gained confidence to a whole new level and definitely the hard way. 
  • New songs now have new meanings to me, out of the blue.
  • Driving lessons were brought before my eyes, the hard way. 
  • Friendships were put to the ultimate test. There was all of a sudden a clear division between those who mattered and those who didn’t. 
  • Family became the first priority and bonds grew stronger. 
  • Sacrifice was at it peak, from all sides of relations. It was something beautiful to notice. 
  • Distractions in class shot straight up and the importance of sleep,  besides taking decisions, was learnt. 
  • Changes were brought in each and every person involved, for the better. 
  • Finally, managing different things at once, was possible through practice. 

One should rather not avoid such a week full of experiences. It felt like life was taught all together in a week’s time and I wasn’t really looking forward to that. If such a thing is to happen to a normal person like me, it ought to happen to anybody, no matter how high or low. I’d say you’d rather stay prepared for anything to happen at ANYTIME. It’s the least you can do. 

– Shreyaa, enriched a step higher 😁

A Hidden message.

She knows that she wouldn’t like it, if she told him this soon. So she kept it a secret. A secret only one person other than her self-consciousness knew. She tried giving him hints and ways of unobvious means, so as to not spoil the existing trust. She took him out and bought him food, for that was one thing she knew was his weak spot. Not just that, she also cherished each and every bite they had together.

He never failed her at timings and that made her feel special. He would walk her till she left the campus to a safe distance, each and every time. A part of her always kept telling her that he would feel the same way. But the risks of spoiling the existing trust were high. She kept it a secret, even when she was dying on the inside, to tell him. She’d rather wait a whole lifetime, if she had one, for him to own up.

To own up that their bond was special. Their bond was covalent. That their bond was something more than that which humans share. She was a biotechie and he was her department doggie.

– Shreyy, who just narrated a real life story.

P.S. – The dog was called Popsy ❤ …

Travel satisfaction (Inspiration task 4)

Pictorially

inspire

Out of the above four given choices, I chose the first picture. This picture represents a girl (to me) glancing at a path in a forest. This picture may represent a lot of things to different people and therefore interpretation depends mainly on perception.

Speaking from the girl’s perspective …

That girl wouldn’t have hesitated to barge into the forest , would’ve taken a million pictures of the forest and would’ve planned on staying in there, if that girl was me.             If not, there would’ve been a hard starboard making towards home.

From the audience’s view …

It would probably look like Frost’s “Road not taken”, where the girl isn’t posed with obvious different pathways, but it might spark a thought though.

If otherwise…

It seems to me that the girl is pretty darn cold and the location suggests why…

 

– Shreyy, with a vague intention towards the picture.

TBH with TB

“This must be a duty “, said my heart to my mind. “More like an inherited responsibility perhaps!”,replied my mind. But how could I have not known what these two were discussing about, when both of them rightfully belonged to me. And so the third angle look into the situation said that I needed more investigation. What I was only armed with those two very meager statements.

Duty? Really? What sort of duty calls without the receiver not knowing the duty itself. STRANGE. Should I dig up family history? Maybe history of fights or diseases? Diseases seems like a possible option. I’ve been looking up that topic for a while now. And if it ‘inherited’ as they say, then maybe …I GET IT NOW. OH!! It is TB. Dad had it a year before I was born. Of course it is my duty to blog about it.

Or did they refer to some duty, way off-limits? Something like campaigning. But TB isn’t even an epidemic anymore. Not as it used to be. Why then, dear heart? Why’d you call it a duty? Is there something I’m missing out on…? Or am I not able to connect the dots. Am I losing my analytical skills…or is it just over-thinking? Must be the latter. That’s just too many questions to answer.

So I start to research on the case. Interrogating the patient alone would be less fruitful. There would’ve been blacking out scenes after all. So mum was a good choice. But I needed someone who would’ve been less emotional and more involved into the case at the same time. The  DOC! Luckily it was my uncle. He kept beating around my bush. And while connecting the dots, it seemed that all of them were keen on hiding something about it, from me. “Who then, would answer without reconsideration, my mind?”, I asked her. And she kept ignoring my cross-references (On purpose!).

I hate to abruptly end this investigation. Some things are meant to remain hidden. In this case , the case of the misinterpreted treatment of TB… Case not revealed and closed!

– Shreyy, who just had to write this…

Gray matters.

GRAY

“How could you not think of Christian?”, butters my mind. I mean… Christians have a thing for the color don’t they? The head scarf of nuns? *Phew!*

Anyway. Although this isn’t the color grey, I prefer talking on it since it reminds me of a recent incident that occurred in an institution. My institution. My quizzzzzzerrrr. Yeah no. So my quiz partner and I were all set up for our first ever quiz together. The prelims of course. It was a written testimony…I mean TEST. There were many questions we didn’t know the answers for, but certainly I fell in love with the one true question (for which we didn’t know the answer to again…) which kept us thinking for the longest. The question went…

If for AIDS, it is the red ribbon and for Sarcoma it is yellow, what is it for Brain tumor?

What could it be? We were thinking critically and the critical we got, the more we drifted away from the answer. So we started eliminating the colors which were already representatives of diseases which we knew. And that left us with Orange (Don’t ask why!). Grey wasn’t even on our minds, considering the time factor and all other rush hour things.

The correct answer is Grey for brain tumor because there are grey cells in the brain. It is also reasonable to think of white as the brain also has white cells but yeah grey was chosen.

– Shreyy, without regrets.

 

 

I’d rather choose !

It feels overwhelming to say right now, that I have only three years of college, left out. Within this one year of being put through a lot of new aspects, making choices was the outstanding part. Letting alone making the best, making the right choices was the toughest.

For instance, if I were given half an hour of free time, in between classes, I would rather choose to go on a short-distance walk, over spending time with classmates. It therefore isn’t surprising that I take my own sweet time, in finding people to hang out with. But every time I try to sacrifice my plans for someone else’s, this advice given by my senior pops up. She said,” Quality over quantity, right?” .

And that, undeniably is the best thing someone has ever said to me. It keeps occurring to me from then on, that making more number of friends will probably be less fruitful than making good ones even if the strength seems fading.

Our University’s best places to hang out at, are the two campus canteens, knowledge park (for the maggi station of course!) and Gurunath stores. Many may base their decision to go to one of these, on the amount of time given, the distance and how well their friends circle support the plan. But, that isn’t the case with me, luckily. Since I’d love to walk and I do not need to consult anyone over my plan, I seem to have a lot less to decide and hence make most of my free time, for those precious coffee dates in exchange for morale stories, for a lifetime!

I guess I did unconsciously end up making, the right decision when it came to choosing quality over quantity and that sums up the perks of being a perfectionist.

– Shreyy, a to-be-Sophomore. ❤

Crate story 

They were roaming around into the vastness of the unknown university. This was only their first semester. Getting used to directions was the only need of the hour, to stay in tact, inside the campus. A little help here and there with a big of ragging coming along. This is how it basically went on. 

He had made quite a few friends from class and since his department was interdisciplinary between three disciplines, more friends from the other two. Theirs was the CBCS system where the performance of the whole class mattered and not their own. 

He found his happiness in helping and mingling with others. This trait is something rare these days and therefore misunderstood easily. The key features of this personality is that he was reasonably tall, less worried about his perfectly head-on hair and also puts sleep before every thing possible.( Early morning tantrums )

He was eventually a professor’s pet sort of student. People became jealous of him and his analytical skills .
The main part of the story which centres about the title was fast approaching him. He hardly realised that he’s about to make one of the best of brothers from another mother. He walked up to two, tall statured sophomores (one of them , the main character, being a tea-addict)  and offered help to lift up crates of juice. These were the refreshments arranged for the Fresher’s day , for the Freshers of course…

The thing about those two was their compatibility. They felt comfortable around each other and that’s what’s important when it comes to friendship. 

So the Sophomore(S) and the Fresher(F) got along really well and their relation continued there-on , introducing besties and best friends and living happily (+bitter times) ever after :’) 

-Shreyy , still amazed at their friendship 😊. 

P.S. 

This is a real life story with fiction tending towards zero. 

Connect-Stun…

BTX2017 website

Keep thinking! I shall justify the title, by the time you are done reading this review. This event called Connect was held between 1st and 2nd year students ‘connected’ to the Biotech field. This competition was held as a part of the national symposium organised and undertaken by the Centre for Biotechnology A.C. College of Technology Anna University (Chennai) . It is called BIOTECHCELLENCE (BTX in short). This B.Tech symposium is headed by the ripest of the whole course, the 3rd year students.

This was the first look of the event. (The first one that I saw)img-20170219-wa0005

My random guess, on the reason for the chosen start time, is that they decided to give us indicative amount of time to settle down to compete. I prefer staying away from Facebook for peace-related reasons and therefore was obviously anxious about my participation. It did give me a sigh of relief though, when the ‘Creator of Connect’ announced the allowance of participation through Whatsapp and Instagram.

Here’s a paragraph dedicated to the Creator, on an acknowledgement note. The level of toughness is like an adjustable button on his ‘Connect’ radio. He spontaneously sets the required level, on demand (like a pro!). The clues were really head-cracking and I needn’t mention about the questions themselves.

‘Connect’ on the whole was a beautiful conceptual game. Here’s why…

  • The very idea of a set of pictures relating to the answer word is new and analytic.
  • The clues were brilliant and so much relatable to the deep history of the answer word.
  • The collection of pictures were again of amazing choice!
  • The idea of making this a pre-BTX event is a helpful factor in terms of taking part in other events.

The title now seems obvious to you! I am absolutely stunned by the organizing of such an event in relation to science. You will be too, if you take part.

Despite these, I would like to have my say in the form of suggestions (and not criticisms) :

  • Could have been done on the spot rather than doing it online. Online games have their own drawbacks. Some of these are no-current issues(I personally faced this), slow internet hence slower rates of answering, phone battery issues and so on…
  • Even if it were to be done online, strict restrictions on not spamming the group must have been done. Answers should’ve been given to the organizers on private chat alone.
  • This game could have been played team-wise…(TEAM- Together Everyone Achieves More 😉  )

Today is the 5th of March and its less than a week left, to count down to the big show! Be there at BTX to be Decrypting Dogmas!

– Shreyy, a Fresher Biotechie at CBT ❤