Sporadic Whispers: Musings of a Part-Time Writer

What do you do when you and your own sister start schooling in the same year, in the same class?????? You just shut up and be a good boy so that she doesn't complain about you to your parents..... seriously, I'm not kidding. Having my sister studying in the same class was an odd privilege, it had it's own pros and cons. I was constantly reminded of the home works and class tests, I couldn't lie about how much I scored in tests, and worst of all I couldn't flirt with my classmates :'(  (just kidding :-P ). I had competition both at home and school in the form of my sister. It was frustrating sometimes, but that was when were just kids learning the ways of life. When we grew older, I learnt to use the fact that the two of us were in the same class to my advantage and learn things that I wasn't able to understand or didn't want to read ( both of us studied by reading aloud and that's where by antennae like ears came in handy).  At home you were the...

The only thing I considered to be perfect in was the ability to pour my heart into a piece of paper and hide that paper. Whenever anything note worthy happened, my hands would automatically start moving. I am sure there are pieces of writings inside old books, my study table, in between other pieces of paper containing in them all my secrets (well actually not all, I have some of them with me). It was a very good habit, the only one I used to be proud of, because it really felt good to get things off my chest. And there was also the advantage of not having to practice writing for exams. But now I just seem to have lost the ability to jot down my feelings or even scribble nonsense stuff on my notebooks. Now all I do is think of writing something and forget to do it or procrastinate or in the most recent case; type two pages for an article and then just delete everything. And there are these amazing people I know personally and through social networks that seem to have the ability ...

8 th January 2013 This is my first entry for the year 2013 but I know I should have written something on New Year’s. But I guess its okay, better late than never. Things are going quite well with life (except for the college part J ). I guess I can now say that I’m an independent individual of the society and I really don’t know why I wrote this just now. Our first internals are coming up (finally!) and I’m still not so confident about it. I can’t seem to be able to keep myself away from the internet and bring about some changes in my sleeping habits. But surprisingly this morning I woke up earlier than usual and I don’t know if it was just a fluke or because I prayed last night before going to sleep. Well, it wasn’t a prayer exactly, it was just something I read and one of my friends constantly shared; before going to sleep thank the god for the wonderful day you had and for every good moment of the day sincerely. Then it said that we should plan on what we’ll do the next morni...

In six days it’ll be exactly a year since I left home, in seven days a year since I left Bhutan and in nine days a year since I reached here. But it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long…… it feels like it’s been longer, way longer, than that. Sundays used to be my favorite part of the week, not because it was a day off from everything or I was going to do something new or travel somewhere. It was because I ended up doing the same thing every week on Sundays. The days started as one would expect Sundays to start; opening the eyes to an already bright yellow sun. After a lazy breakfast-lunch fusion I ended up doing nothing or having no plan at all. So I would sit myself in front of the tele and wander into the wilderness of the modern jungle. And then out of nowhere something would prick me and I would suddenly start moving myself around the house like I have a purpose. Then I would find myself all set to head out somewhere, or rather, anywhere. Ear pieces plugged in, scrolling th...

I want to wake up every day, And pray that I see you yet another day. I want to be the first one in the class, So that I can see you come in every morning. I want to sit at the side and stare at you, While pretending to look at the board I want to go and scribble on the board, just so that When I turn back I can see you. I want to be the joker of the class Just so that I can see you smile. I want to steal your number from someone else’s phone And compose texts that I would save and not send. Of all the things I want to do again, I want to fall all over for you, Again and again and again…….