Sunday, 26 July 2015

LIFE STORIES #11 - PEOPLE

PEOPLE

People are of varying kinds. There are people who complain, or who sacrifice, who cry about things or people who laugh about them. But a common thing found in human behaviour is being hypocritical. 

There is no point in denying it – we all are hypocrites when it comes to particular topics or times. A common example: we always complain about people around us being mean, inconsiderate, and that they forget about us in a couple of days. But we ourselves forget that we do the same.

I had a very, very close friend who shifted to a hostel in a different state all together, and this happened extremely fast, not giving the two of us enough time to digest the news. She had gone even before I had accepted the fact that she was leaving. I still remember that day – her last day with us, her farewell party. We sat in a room together and cried for over an hour. 
But now, after only a year or so, I don’t miss her so much. And I’m disgusted with myself for not missing her. I remember those promises we made to each other, saying we’ll stay in touch, talk every day. But none of those promises held out for more than a week, and I guess it’s both of ours fault.

I always gave her the benefit of the doubt. “She must be busy”, “she must have no phone connection there”, “and she might be trying to make friends” were a few of the excuses I gave to myself on her behalf. But I was tired too. 

Our friendship became extremely one sided, with only me trying to get in touch with her. But somewhere in the middle of all of this realised that I had done way too much for that girl, and the next possible thing to do was to just stop, and leave her alone and see whether she even needed me anymore. 

I walked away. 
It wasn’t as if I was giving up, or losing hope. 
I just had to draw the differentiating line between determination and desperation. 
Because I believe that what is meant to be yours will always come back to you – it just takes time. 

If our friendship was to last, she will make an effort too.

It’s not as though this write up is going to end happily because you know what?

She never did.


And something I wish I hadn’t done was that neither did I.

- Ragini Zutshi Anand

Please comment below, telling me what you think about the write-up, and of course check out some of my other work here and here

Tuesday, 21 July 2015

Random Thoughts...

I've been writing some really serious poems/articles (PART 1PART 2PART 3PART 4), so I just wanted to NOT do that today.

Here are some really random thoughts from the surface of my head!


MASALA TEA

I see you everywhere,
it's like you're stalking me.

Why are we so obsessed with tea?


FRUITS

BLUE MANGO
WHITE ORANGE 
PINK BANANA
GREEN PEACH
RED CUCUMBER


My thinking is weird....


- Ragini Zutshi Anand

Friday, 17 July 2015

SERIOUS PART 5 - TAKEN. (i)

It was a chilly night,
the village dark and asleep.
I was studying with a cracked oil lamp,
when my life took a turn too steep.

Cloth tied taut against my mouth,
I could barely breathe, forget making a sound.
Thrown into the back of a van,
legs and hands immobile; I was tightly bound.

My vision slowly accustomed,
and I felt rather giddy.
We were moving after all,
and I was at the back; what a pity!

Strange men present,
all in dark apparel.
One with a gun in his hand,
pointed lazily at me, with a loaded barrel.

They were talking in some language,
one that I didn't quite understand.
I was 8 and uneducated,
just knew that I was still on land.

Next thing I knew,
it was daylight.
I was sweating,
and not a soul was in sight.

I was still in the van,
we had probably made a pit-stop.
One of my feet was bare,
without its respective flip-flop.

By now I had realised,
that I had been taken.
This was illegal, whatever this was,
and now I was awaken.

Suddenly the van engine roared,
and the back doors flew open.
The strange men climbed in,
and we drove off to their den.

After that it was a series,
a series of exchanges,
a series of people;
a series of beatings,
that really left me crippled.

And now at 17, the tears roll down perpetually,
and I don't even feel them,
on my rosy wounded cheeks.

- Ragini Zutshi Anand


PART 1
PART 2
PART 3


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Monday, 13 July 2015

Nomination for the Liebster Award

I have been nominated for an award. An online, no-certificate/prize/trophy award, by a fellow blogger and friend. She blogs here. She's helped me a lot, with the dumbest doubts of mine. Thanks for nominating me, Vani! Go check out her blog!

The Liebster Award:


My Award!


QUESTIONS I WAS ASKED:

1. What is the last thing you ate?
     MANGO!



2. The mystery behind your name? (Who kept it, meaning etc.)
     MY PARENTS KEPT MY NAME, SAYING THAT THEY LIKED IT AND ALSO THE MEANING APPEALED TO THEM, (IT MEANS "MUSICAL NOTES", AND IN SOME PLACES "MUSIC OF GOD") 



3. Any dream you remember? Then share it. :D

    WHEN I WAS SMALL, I USED TO HAVE TWO VERY REPETITIVE DREAMS. ONE,     THAT ALIENS HAD TAKEN OVER EARTH AND WERE KIDNAPPING KIDS AND MAKING ICE CREAM OUT OF THEM. IT WAS AN ANIMATED DREAM. TWO, THAT MY GRANDMOTHER GOT LOST AT THE AIRPORT AND I HAD SUPER POWERS THAT I USED TO FIND HER. NOT KIDDING.



4. Your ultimate aim in life? 
    TO BE SUCCESSFUL ENOUGH (CAREER WISE) TO NOT ONLY SUPPORT MYSELF AND MY FAMILY BUT ALSO FOUND OR DONATE TREMENDOUSLY TO AN NGO/CHARITY. ALSO TO BE RECOGNIZED AND APPRECIATED FOR MY WORK.

5. Has life given you lemons?
   YES, AND DON'T WORRY, I HAVE MADE LEMONADE.

6. Do you believe in ghosts?
    NO, IT TOOK ME A GREAT AMOUNT OF TIME TO REALISE THAT MOVIE GHOSTS ARE JUST  BATHED-WITH-HORRIBLE-MAKE-UP ACTORS, AND I  WOULD LIKE FOR IT TO STAY THAT WAY.

7. Are you creative? If yes then share your talent. :)
    I THINK? I DON'T KNOW. I MEAN, I BLOG.....

8. Name a book that changed your outlook towards life.
   ONE: MY SISTER JODIE
   TWO: THE HARRY POTTER SERIES
   THREE: LOOKING FOR ALASKA
   (IN ORDER OF READING)

9. How many true friends do you have?
    THREE

10. Do you like me? ^_^
     IF I DIDN'T I WOULDN'T BE ACCEPTING THIS AWARD!

11. Are you satisfied with these questions?
      YUP! :)

NOW, 11 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME:
1. I AM 16.
2. I HAVE LIVED IN DELHI ALL MY LIFE, WHEREAS MOST OF MY FRIENDS HAVE     SHIFTED AT LEAST 3 TIMES (ONE HAS SOME 8 TIMES I THINK).
3. I'M HALF PUNJABI AND HALF KASHMIRI.
4. I STARTED THIS BLOG ON THE 18TH OF OCTOBER, 2014
5. MY MOM CAME UP WITH THE NAME FOR MY BLOG.
6. I HAVE 3 SHADES OF BROWN IN MY HAIR, ALL NATURAL.
7. I LEARNT SANSKRIT IN SCHOOL FOR 4 YEARS, DON'T REMEMBER MORE THAN 2 WORDS NOW.
8. I'VE TRAINED IN KATHAK (5 YEARS), HINDUSTANI VOCAL (2 YEARS), VIOLIN (1 AND A HALF YEARS), BASKETBALL (2 AND A HALF YEARS), AND VARIOUS ART CLASSES.
9. I TRULY BELIEVE THAT I CAN BRING ABOUT A CHANGE IN THE MENTALITY OF PEOPLE, AND PREVENT THEM FROM LITTERING.
10. I LOVE DOGS, BUT HAVE NEVER HAD ONE.
11. BOOKS, MUSIC, HELP ME A LOT.

I FURTHER NOMINATE (TO ANSWER THE SAME QUESTIONS I WAS MADE TO):




FARAZ ZAFAR

NEEHARIKA C.

JEREMY CROW

YOU HAVE TO DO IT ON THE BLOG THAT I HAVE POSTED A LINK TO (IF YOU ACCEPT THE AWARD).

GUYS, PLEASE READ THE RULES BELOW, AND FURTHER NOMINATE YOUR FRIENDS!



Saturday, 11 July 2015

It's Raining.

She sat by the window,
with a book in her hand,
Reading,
and occasionally staring out the window.

It was raining,
had been since early morning,
on the eleventh day of July,
in this humid place called Delhi.

Time went by,
It was mid-afternoon,
and there was music playing,
still sitting beside the window,
still staring, watching the rain.

Its now close to twilight,
and its still pouring,
she sits beside the window with a lamp,
studying and contemplating.

- Ragini Zutshi Anand



Wednesday, 8 July 2015

IDEA/RANT PART 1 -The First Page

The first page. 

The title of this small paragraph-idea rant could mean various things. It could mean the first page of a book, or the first page of a notebook that they're about to start writing in. 

Thinking of that, when you get back to school for a new term and are about to start a new notebook, ever noticed the handwriting on the first page, and the difference between the first page and the last one? The first page is always the neatest. And if by chance it turns out to be bad handwriting, you feel awful. It's actually crazy - but a lot of people even tear the entire page if they feel that their handwriting is untidy on the first page. 

Whatever the other pages might look like, the first page does have to be neat!

Thanks for reading!

- Ragini Zutshi Anand

Tuesday, 7 July 2015

To Run

This is just something I wrote right now, it isn't the best, but that's not the point. Hope you like it...

I believe, that to run,
You just need legs.

Not the fancy step counters,
Nor the fancy shoes,
The wristbands,
Nor a tune.

All those are just wants, not needs.

So instead of saying, “I need”,
Say “I want a step counter,
And those fancy shoes,
A wristband,
And my music too”

- Ragini Zutshi Anand

Saturday, 4 July 2015

LIFE STORIES #10 - Diary of a Confused Teenager

"It's crazy how sad I'm feeling right now. I don't even know why I'm feeling like this. I didn't  even realise I was feeling like this for the past 2 years. It's ridiculous, can this even happen? That you're depressed, but don't know it? I'm actually achieving my dreams, but I'm not happy about that. And all I can think of right now is how sad I am."

"It's crazy how happy I'm feeling right now. I don't even know why I'm feeling like this. I didn't  even realise I was feeling like this for the past 2 years. It's ridiculous, can this even happen? That you're so happy, but don't know it? I'm actually achieving my dreams, and I'm happy about that. And all I can think of right now is how happy I am."

"It's crazy how confused I'm feeling right now. I don't even know why I'm feeling like this. I didn't  even realise I was feeling like this for the past 2 years. It's ridiculous, can this even happen? That you're confused, but don't know it? I'm actually achieving my dreams, but I'm so confused about that. And all I can think of right now is how confused I am."

- Ragini Zutshi Anand