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.. 

FLEE away to glory…

Flee

Or did it now , really? I don’t think so! This one-word prompt strongly reminds me of all those people in my life , whom I jovially refer to as flees.The logic behind this nomenclature is quite simple and acceptable by all those who’ve experienced backstabbing, cheating, leaving and many more ‘ings on the line. It is because these flees simply fly or flee away from my life at no particular time for no better reason that to have found someone better than me! HA! But I would like to make my link to this post on a happy/funny note rather than a serious , walk-down-memory-lane one. So bear with  me as I am about to restart this post in a better way. THIS ONE-WORD PROMPT strongly reminds me of an english session in primary school around the 5th grade i think. We were deeply engrossed in a reading task given to us by our teacher.

“The more fluent ( the lesser mistakes you make of course) you read , the more marks you may secure”, were her golden words to us to succeed in the task.

Like I said we were deeply engrossed into the task given until this adorable child with batting eyelashes gave the class a great reason to laugh at her very first spooning experience…Yeah you guessed it right. That was me! Instead of reading “The flies flee away” , I read it as “The flee flies away “…Ouch that was embarrassing indeed but at least I could make my class happy unlike other FLEES……If you know what I mean!!!

– Shreyy, who kept frying flies during yesterday’s storm ,Vardah.

EG – the short form of fear…

It’s been a really long time really , since I’ve written something around here. So I figured that the night before this thing called EG , could be the perfect topic for a comeback. It is something that all 1st year engineering college going fellows fear of. Fear ,yeah , is a strong word I’m using there but it’s worth it. It is just because that the slightest of mistakes in this subject could lead to a loss of a whole bunch of marks. It’s like a ride or die situation here. You either attempt it and expect for the best or you play safe by not attempting at all (thereby saving your name)… But on the other hand I take pride in calling this my favourite subject, as of now. It brings the real talent out of you, by spraying pepper mint spray on the talent’s face so that it can’t ever go to rest again. ūüėģ You use your brain to the fullest , and each time you get it right , that happens to be the best feeling in the world.  You’ll either find happy or sad faces coming out of the hall but I have to mention the same thrill each one goes through inside. In my opinion, EG must be made compulsory in colleges of all sorts of disciplines. It improves your awareness and brightens your mind like no other person or thing could do. It gives you company on all sleepless nights ( most of which are due to the company itself ) and makes you sleep when it is being taught. It is such a mystery that even the teacher won’t be able to comprehend. I guess it’s time to get to bed now. They say a fresh mind does good pictures. Good night now people! ūüėČ 

-Shreyy , with a blood clot in her palm. 

P.S. : Exams on Sundays could be devastating and EG refers to Engineering Graphics by the way.  :’) 

Side-Walk

Side walk

This one-word brings in my mind, memories of my childhood spent at school. I should particularly mention my middle schooling time, when my walking by foot was my way to reach home. I had to use the side-walk all along the way. It used to be a bit risky but I loved it anyway. So , this one fine day , I was walking on the side-walk inside my school that led to the road outside. It was such a lovely Weather that I so had to swing my hands to and fro , to enjoy it. This is because ,we the people of Chennai hardly get to witness such a beautiful Weather…(as I’ve already mentioned in my previous post on Weather in my city). And so I did it all the way and when I was about to reach the end of the side-walk, one of the side bars( those metal cylindrical bars kept to demarcate the side-walk from the road) , tore my palm into a big bloody slit.I was bleeding heavily ,yeah. The mark still is there on my palm and it is noticeably big , to the extent that I’ve used it as an identification mark as well…:’).

– Shreyyy, someone who avoids swinging her hands on the roads henceforth!

WHY I write…(Inspiration task 1)

#everydayinspiration

I write because it gives me a feeling of exercising my right to expression , to the fullest. It tells me that I’ve been given a very empowering right ,which sadly many are deprived of (i.e., in certain countries not giving the right to expression). Youngsters these days find mind-blowing reasons to whine about. They ,with respect to my context, complain about not being given enough/nil freedom. They think that their parents/elders , depriving them of certain things , is taking away their freedom. This is probable due to their young and rebellious nature.

Little do they know that they are lucky enough to do what they do everyday. I’m saying this because ,I came to know through a seminar in college, that there are countries where eating with bare hands, is a serious crime and is seen in par with crimes involving killings. ’tis shocking indeed , isn’t it? The only obvious reason is that we are given near-to-ultimate freedom. Now I had to bring this up to tell you how honored I feel to be in a place where the freedom of expression is certainly made use of. And I think that’s what makes me come back for more ,every time I’m done with a post. This is something similar to the everlasting love that belongs to the movies. It seems real but I still cannot believe how close ‘writing’ has come to my heart and mind. I guess I did end up expressing my right ,yet again . Thanks a lot for reading (reading must also be a technique developed well and kept to the heart I suppose) ! Tell me in a line as to why you write , in the comment box below…

-Shreyy, a someone who is committed to writing since 2 years. ūüėČ

 

My Very FIRST…

Finally the week-end has arrived! Well I’m saying this because this ain’t no ordinary week-end. It marks the end of My Very First week of college .Yes , a new chapter of life had started and I cherished it to the most. For most of you who don’t know what Anna University is like , it is a huge area (YEAH ,I mean H U G E) …so HUGE that a new comer could get easily lost. Therefore having a saved google map on your phone is necessary. According to what I’ve seen ,there are three auditoriums, each for the three campuses inside and subsequently three canteens. There’s also separate book stores and an Aavin milk booth for refreshments. One huge library follows the canteen ,which is followed by French Loaf ? and the sports block , all surrounding the huge playground…Right opposite to this side , is where you’ll find the various hostels and one health care centre. Take the road straight from the ground and you’ll end up reaching the workshop with all students in Kaaki (brown-greenish) .Also I need to make a mention about all my lovely seniors who are trained at¬†making you feel out-of-place ,if you’re a fresher! They can easily identify us as 1st year students with the help of our bright orange-colored ID card tags.

Once I got the feel of it , after the orientation day ,it was time for the first day of classes . I was filled with anxiety, excitement as I kept looking forward to the academics and the other 62 people whom I’d be with for the next four years. It so happened that a good friend from school had joined the same course as I and that boosted those feelings. DAY 1 went on smoothly as we met up with our chemistry and english professors. English class was pretty memorable as I had made a mention of this very blog of mine to the class during ¬†the intro session. It is also fascinating to note that my class comprises of only 14 guys and the rest 49 are girls. DAY 2 saw the selection of our class representatives (REPS as we dearly call them) , two from the girls and two from the boys. We also met up with our physics teacher and had our first lab sessions. DAY 3 went on well . We met our computer and our mathematics professors . ¬†I had to go to my school’s Annual Prize Day to receive my Leadership award and my trophy for a state rank in French . Finally came DAY 4 where we met up with our EG (Engineering Graphics) professor. During his hour we had a game or rather a competition I would say. The class was divided into 6 groups and we had to give our partner in the paired groups , a topic , on which one representative from each group, would draw the top and front views on the board. My group was given the aeroplane and after a long process of discussion and contributions from the team ,I drew it on the board . This was also the day when I collected my first year books from the book shop ( Co-operative society , inside the campus).

Now I feel much more comfortable with college and as I look back already , it is past 12 A.M. WHICH MEANS TODAY IS FRIENDSHIP DAY… So happy friendship day to all you guys reading this post and have a splendid sunday!

– Shreyy , a happy ACTain…

Profound meaning…

Profound

So this one-word prompt really prompted me to explore the meanings that this single word ‘PROFOUND’ could possibly mean. And according to my previous knowledge and my added info , I think the word “profound” could be the word we all try so hard to express but your brain just doesn’t tap your memory at the right time . It is one of those frustrating moments where you are certain that you know this word you’re trying to use , but it just won’t be there at the time of need. So what do we humans do? We try other alternatives to make sure that the meaning is delivered. For example , we could use words like ‘Huge’ , ‘Large’ , ‘Vast’ , ‘Extreme’ , ‘Massive’ and the list goes on. But what if THE word to be used is just ‘Profound’ and shouldn’t be replaced with something else ? How do we tackle such adrenaline-producing situations ? The answer is simple. We do remember the names of our close ones really well , better than difficult words . This is because we say those names almost every day and therefore even if you didn’t meet that person for a week, you’ll still greet them by their name after the week. So if we could practice difficult words by saying them aloud each day (maybe assign each word to a person?) , you will end up recalling it whenever you need it , no matter what! I hope this post was useful enough to most of you…do tell me if it was or not.

– Shreyy , a starter at what I just advised.