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 ūüėä. 

P.S. 

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

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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 ūüėČ ¬†)

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 ‚̧

Liebster Award…

I am very pleased on the account of getting nominated for this award and take this to give my best shot at letting y’all know me better. I would first like to acknowledge and thank my blog bud , Barath or ‘Just’Barath as he prefers to be called on and off his blog¬†Be nuts its better¬†, for nominating me and briefing me about the tradition.

The RULES :

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11 Facts about myself :

  1. My perspective view happens to vary all the time (not just because of my height).
  2. I am a bit lousy when it comes to maintaining my own health.
  3. Music rules a major part of my life.
  4. I would proudly call myself a Parents’ child (equal with both parents).
  5. Slow at decision-making which turns out to be my strength and not otherwise.
  6. A keen listener who prefers observing over conversing.
  7. I am a bit emotional but serious talks are definitely not my cup of coffee.
  8. Fact no. 7 said it …I LOVE COFFEE!!!
  9. “Persistence and perseverance are the two words to which you stand an epitome, my child!”, says my Dad.
  10. I fear heights and I’m sure not ashamed of it.
  11. A biology-lover ever since the subject was introduced to my syllabus.

Answering the questions :

1. What is Love?

Love is like virus. It lives under living conditions and is dead when kept out of the living conditions.

2.The First book that comes to your mind now?

The Chronicles of Narnia …(trumpet sounds fade in). This whole series had kept me engaged a lot, during my childhood and lessened my amma’s worries of going out to play.

3.Your Favorite Fictitious Character? Why do you love it?

My favorite character is without any doubt, TINTIN. He is an inspiration to me, till date and I preferentially chose him over Sherlock Holmes, to prove that. TINTIN taught me to tackle problems in a stay-cool manner and it has always shown to be effective. Not just problems, might I add. The very way of living life is uniquely magnificent when it is done by him. And not to forget his love for Snowy…

4.Are you a Plan-it-all or a Play-it-on Character?

Definitely a plan-it-all person…I personally think that planning and actually running the future in my mind, before it happens, is an effective way to avoid mistakes. It works for about three-fourth of the times.

5.Books or E-books?

I’d prefer books, every time this debate happens. There’s a thing to collecting books that I really can’t explain in words. All I know is that ‘THAT THING’ will never be achieved through e-Books!

6.Some words we read in a book or somewhere else define us? Share something that you read that defined your life intact?

OH! These words that get repeated over and over again in the book called “THE CHEMIST” are definitely the ones that define me. They are the three golden words¬†Just in case.¬†I mean to say, I think a few number of times before any action is done. This is a squared root situation – it has both a plus and a negative side to it. The negative side being time delay due to procrastination. The positive side because people understand that procrastinating is worth it , sooner or later.

7.Why did you start Blogging?

Good question! I started it to continue and preserve my work in a stable way. This was right after I started misplacing my writings on papers.

8.The person you idolize? Why?

I positively idolize my parents. I’m not sure if every kid is supposed to do that but yea I do it. They teach me a lot without teaching , say a lot without saying and do a lot without doing it in front of me. So they are my Ideal Idols.

9.You are walking by a dense forest. A genie pops in suddenly. It tells you that you can have anyone you wish to help you know. Whom will you call? Why?

Firstly, I don’t get the point in calling someone for help. I didn’t end up meeting a lion or something worse in the forest.It is a genie after all…but answering the question anyway…I’d call on my DAD for sure. It’s because I know that even if he’s just about to board a space shuttle to mars (say), he’d abort the mission and be there to save me.

10.The last 10 days of the world and you win an all expense paid trip to any place in this world of your choice. Where will you go?

I would love to go to France. I fancy that place not just because I’ve learnt a lot through learning the language, but also for its historical richness. Within those ten days I definitely want to travel by their metro to the various cities and make some sort of mark in each monument. I also wouldn’t want to miss travelling by Channel Tunnel.

11.Share a situation which tested your Patience?

Trying to walk with my ankle ligament, torn, was the most testing situation. It lead me to frustration and depression. Tackling that situation was a lesson for life.

Eleven questions for my nominees:

  1. What would you do if over one night, your blog becomes super famous?
  2. What are the top 3 ‘facilities’ in your writing area?
  3. Would you rather be inside politics and change it or stay away and complain?
  4. Are you the ‘early bird’ or the ‘night owl’?
  5. Where, in your opinion , should a birthday surprise happen?
  6. Which book are you addicted to lately?
  7. Laptop or Mobile phone ? when it comes to blogging…
  8. Would you be Ant man or an Ant in his army? Why?
  9. If not your current nationality, what else would you choose? Explain!
  10. How long can you go without food?
  11. Are you the “Be-myself-no-matter-what” person or “Change-to-others’-views” type of person?

Bloggers I nominate :

Studyception

LOWLIFE MAGAZINE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jallikattu – A pride and responsibility!

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As I was cross-referencing with my mind, asking her what I could probably write about and *Jallikattu* , she spilt spontaneously. The history relating to the existence of this traditional Tamil(Indian) sport dates all the way to 400 BC. “Yeru thazhuvuthal” was how the practice was called as , by the ancient Tamils (also Indians) , which literally translates to “Bull Embracing”. Another word used to describe this sport is “Manju virattu” , which literally translates to “Bull Chasing”. The modern term “Jallikattu” is derived from salli (coins) and kattu (package) which is in reference to the pack of coins tied to the horns of the animal and the retrieval of this pack is what declares the winner. The animals specifically bred for this game are the Kangayam breed of bulls , scientifically known as Bos indicus. These bulls are also the ones that are left to mate with the females cows to produce high quality milk for the calves.

The issue of concern during the past few years is the appraisal on the ban of this traditional sport and its consequences. There have been many instances where banning of traditional practices were only beneficial to all Indians (practices like Sati, untouchability, dowry demands etc…). But this has been dragged on as it seems to be absolutely non-beneficial for the Tamilians(Indians) and certainly no gain for the rest of the country either. But as we dig deeper into this issue, we have come to expose that this ban had links to corporate sectors desperately trying to bring in exotic bulls into the country. Why ban a sport then? The answer is quite obviously the ease in directly stopping the breeding of such bulls as they are originally bred for the sport itself. This clever planning of the centre and the entry of PETA(People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) was a crucial leak for the Tamils (Indians) to take the lead and show the world that they do not need a government to represent them.

The reason why I kept specifying Tamils as Indians is because it is strong enough to believe that they belong to India and therefore, the sport is an Indian culture too. We the Tamils celebrate Independence day and Republic day on the same day as the rest of India does (coincidently). And to our surprise, we share the same physical boundary and public holidays as well. This clearly states that the centre should have put us first and technically rejected the request of the corporate companies. But THEY DID NOT! This is probably the second issue in line , in which we seem to feel slightly cheated upon, only by our own country.

When Vishwanath Anand wins Grandmaster or when Ashwin Ravichandran take over 5 wickets in a single innings or when C.V.Raman became the first Asian Nobel Laureate or even when three tamilians became the Presidents of India, they are the Pride of the nation. But when fishermen from the state get killed in Sri Lanka or when the people fight for a basic right (water) or when a ban like this could give a huge blow to the natives, we unfortunately become Just Tamilians and are left alone to deal with it. Many may argue differently, but I feel that this is definitely unfair.

This urges me to give a mention of those cruel games and treatments against bulls from other countries which supposedly seem fine but a game like ours, in a land like ours where cows are given at most respect, seems to be ill-treating animals. And do not expect us not to react to this. We definitely startled those who chose to believe that we will accept any kind of abuse. Nobody even thought of such a massive response initiated by the youngsters and those from the IT field. “They thought they had banned the bulls, but instead unleashed a pride of lions into the streets…”

This was just another flow of thoughts and feelings of a Tamilian who wishes all injustice done to her kind, gets undone! Fortunate for us that even if we were to be called emotional idiots , we’d rather accept it than to stay submissive.

– Shreyy, a proud Tamilian (Indian)…

Is inviting me necessary?

Daily Prompt: Invitation

INVITE

This is a short story to the one-word prompt ‘invitation’, pulled out from my own life. It was a cold wintery day (a holiday as you may assume) when the sun wouldn’t wake me up (I count on him most of the times) and my coffee had turned cold by the time my 5 mins spare time to wake up , was over. I got myself up , walked straight into my daily morning routines and while I was approaching my Red Beauty (Yes, even my bed has a nick name) for another short nap,¬†buzzzz !!! I freaked out and within a minute realized that it was my phone calling on me. So I begged RB (Red Beauty) to give me a few more minutes before I could get back with her. So I did my daily check (with extra attention to my school group , since it’s been a while I’d met those peeps ) and every thing seemed to be as usual. So I had a sound sleep (for about 3 hours it seems!) ¬†and wake up to my¬†buzzz!!!¬†again. And into that school group I went only to make a memory so strong that it has now become a reason to blog about. I ¬†found the display pictures of the gang-sters¬†showing off their recent meet up. And how recent was that? Just happened to be within those three hours that I hibernated. Not that I was invited while I was asleep and I missed it , but they missed out on me and Hence I wasn’t invited. I was hurt , as expected. But upon enquiry , I realised that they had assumed I would be busy. This didn’t bother me , neither will it bother me anymore ¬†(meaning , I’ve seen way more ) for I’m turning into a part time intro-extro-vert and it has worked well thus far.

– Shreyy, who has a part stone-bloody-heart built-in.

One word- Secret (Inspiration task 3)

One-word

This task is specifically interesting as it deals with one of my all time favorites Рthe one-word prompts. I was given a list of about 7 words out of which I decided to choose Secret. One of the reasons should be my least association with the word besides my soul having an inward fancy feeling towards it (me being self-centric right there).

Secrets are silly things that we think are better hidden (which is why they are secrets) and we most probably relate them to introverts. I would like to differ from all those who would do as given above, by relating them to the extreme extroverts. These are the kind of people who are easy to be fooled by. They will make you believe that their extrovert nature is too extrovert-ish that you would have made up your mind to understand that they wouldn’t have anything to hide. So this advantage gets taken and thus secrets are held back in loads.

Also a secret is something that makes you feel secure (the thought of what others think of you) which is not needed even in the slightest bit , by the introverts since they prefer not having a social life at all. I would like to mention the reference character of Dr.Juliana Fortis from The Chemist (by Stephenie Meyer), who almost loses memory of her name as she had to keep it a secret by changing names constantly (in her situation, to keep her alive). In this reference ,she had to remain an introvert for almost three years ,to save herself and this case remains exceptional.

To me, the best kept secrets are those that have an amazing after-effect. Some things like relief , medical surprises or birthday surprises. Birthday surprises have been my personal favorites while they have also been the ones I’ve less seen.

Secrets can also be detrimental to relationships and therefore it is advised not to keep any (no more comments).

Secrets are therefore , unnecessary evils that people think of otherwise, which turn my mood off , the very moment I come to know that I’ve been denied right to information (Here is the biggest give away on ways to turn me off).

– Shreyy, an excellent secret-keeper but not a secret-possessor.

 

 

 

The Big picture…

So as I was doing my monthly/yearly review of my brain’s memories just to test if I’m really me , I came across this one memory that I didn’t really have access to for a long while now. It is the one where I wasn’t being myself as much as I used to be. (“Used to be” is something I say to annoy my friend , even thought I don’t know why it really is a reason to get annoyed at.) If you’re reading this mate, this one’s for you ūüėČ

There was this time period of my life where I wasn’t being myself. That doesn’t mean that I was being someone else. In fact it doesn’t even mean that I was pretending to be so. Waaaaiiiit a minute. Yeah , the point is, I wasn’t being me. There’s something with me and socialising with humans. I never “used to” socialize well at this period of my memory. You may think that humans are social beings after all. But there are people called introverts for a reason. And again since I wasn’t being myself , this doesn’t mean that I am generally an introvert. So I kept myself away from people and started my relations with animals. Why animals ? The reason is that they can’t talk back in a language that I understand well. While on the other plate , humans make my ears bleed and not always though. Just during this time when I wasn’t being myself. 

Cats and dogs of course. I kept pouring my emotions to them and they would either stare at me or meow/woof at me , which I admit , I did like a lot. Made me feel special that they listen only to me and don’t even oppose or question or judge me. I was being myself with them (here being myself is the not-being-myself side of me). And they showered their love upon me like tonight’s meteor shower ( you should take a look though). 

But later on towards the one of this memory , I guess I figured that it would work out to be away from humans as we are interdependent (I guess?). And without further ado , I was back to being myself . (Phew!) But it was one hell of an experience I must say! For that memory , which occurred to me last weekend , was The Big Picture I saw . 

-Shreyy , made of something great! (At least, That’s what she thinks.)

Do review me. 

My List (Inspiration task 2)

My List

It’s been a very long time since I continued these tasks. So, my second one happens to be about making a list of things. And I find it appropriate to list out the events (every firsts to be specific) in my life (in chronological order if possible).

  • Birth ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† – The most important event .
  • First Cry ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†– obviously at birth.¬†‚ô•
  • First Kiss ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† – from my parents.
  • First Trip ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† – for my first tonsuring.
  • First Walk ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† – something that made transportation possible, around ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†1st year of life.
  • First Talk ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† – oh boy, many still wonder if my mouth won’t pain at ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†all…soon after learning to walk.
  • First Love ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† – my parents.
  • First socializing ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† – first schooling in Pre.K.G. grade.
  • First ¬†Class ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† – sleeping class (although it is rather embarrassing).
  • First Fav. teacher ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† – my U.K.G. class teacher.
  • First Fall ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† – in U.K.G., at the basketball court, on my left knee,after ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† getting pushed by a kid, smaller than me.
  • First excursion ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†– to the Guindy Park ,opposite my current university.
  • First Speech ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† – farewell speech of a senior teacher , when I was in ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†2nd grade.
  • First Fight ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† – at home , fo being denied permission to go to ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†grandparents’ house (which is apparently ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† situated in the next street), all alone.
  • First Blunder ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†– stapling my finger while trying to figure out what the ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†stapler could possibly do. (probably in my 3rd or ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† 4th grade).
  • First Use of a Pen ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†– for the 4th grade.
  • First Change ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† – changing to a new school for 6th grade.
  • First Pro Game ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† – volleyball, in 6th grade.
  • First Major injury ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†– in 8th grade, losing my left ankle ligament, while ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†playing an intense volley match.
  • First Serious Exam ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†– my 10th board exams.
  • First Blogging site ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† – right after 10th.
  • First BIG Responsibility ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†– Heading my house at school.
  • First BIG Disappointment ¬† ¬†– not joining my first choice of career.
  • First BIG Comeback ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†– getting into Anna University¬†‚ô•‚ô•

That’s it for now!

– Shreyy , who is very bad at being a listomaniac ….

The bigger conundrum.

Life

Hi again. Conundrum brings to my mind the essence of this world. Our world is itself a huge conundrum. It is in other words vexing , difficult yet sounds like a riddle. When I say world and confusion, LIFE gets attached without saying. Our life , the world we spend this in, this very blog and everything are a big question mark when we think of them. So how long do you think I could possibly ponder around the word , when the word itself is confusing? Good night then!

– ¬†Shreyy, who is chilled out now,…by the weather.

Woo the word off. 

This is a story of the word I used to love. Mind you, I still love it , I don’t know why! It was created for a purpose profound. I used to love saying it each day simply for what it referred to. But unfortunately life as we know it , doesn’t like playing nice to us. So it took away the very purpose for which I had created the name. It took it away from me. Like uprooting Trees from the ground , stuffs which only a storm could do. A severe intense storm. And so now , it’s gone. My reference or purpose is gone.  It has left me. But this word is still here with me in my mind as I wouldn’t want to take it to my heart. For if I did so, it wouldn’t turn out good for me. And the least ‘the purpose’ could give me was uber cool darkness. I may have to keep this as low-key as possible because I  wouldn’t want to end up in a bigger trouble than this. Most people call it nick name . I call it Abu with a woo following it. 

– Shreyy, someone who is wooing her time away..