Teetotaler

Ouch! Yesterday I was a little rusty at the lectern.   Nope, no, not that sort of rusty. I think it went pretty fine.   But personally I feel I could’ve done better had I been giving consecutive projects.   Well I can’t help it, can I?   After all I need my degree right?   Can’t holiday at home in the name of toastmastering! It was the third project from the Advanced Communication Series. “Special Occasions Speeches” where I had to present a three to five-minute “roast”.   The first two being “to propose a toast” and “to speak in honour of someone” respectively.   I was pretty excited about the delivery as the project involves poking fun at an individual and honoring him at the same time.   It needs wit, humour, anecdotes, etc.   And I decided to roast my father, himself a toastmaster.   Well the poor soul had to be the victim of a roast for the second time.   The deed already being committed by my brother at first! It was fun poking fun at an individual. After all how many of us get a

100 coconuts, 50 sacks of sugar, a gold chain that weighs 99 gms!   Rings a bell?   Yes, you’ve got it right! Offerings.   People nowadays throng temples and other places of worship to outweigh the previous year’s offerings they’ve made.   Seeking the Almighty’s blessings has become some sort of contract where one person tries to outshine (sometimes outweigh) the other. But what they don’t realize in the process is that offering God material possessions is of no use.   Rather God himself will be pleased if these ‘gifts’ were put to good use. Why not fund a child with the cash?   Why not use it to start a cleanliness drive?   The comparison might sound a little absurd to many.   Many might think I’m talking philosophy here. (Just because her family is well off and her parents have given her everything in a silver platter!!)   Well true! But why not repay God in a more reasonable way? Think about it.   What if God himself is searching for a messenger?   Probably we are ‘the’ ones.   He m

Sometimes I dwell Deep into my mind that swells Into something onto the verge of hate? Can’t place my finger on the state. A diversion,  an assimilation Don’t want to venture into a                misconception Who am I to introspect? The longest possible distance          From miss perfect! An arm around the shoulder                 of a foe? No, no can’t sink so low! Stop to think is it really sinking Reality hits after deep thinking Shutting both eyes to ignore Anything that would perhaps roar Giving a feeling so heavenly Making pilgrimages not-so-divinely That’s what makes us one union After all aren’t we all human?? Something I penned down I guess after 5th sem or so. When certain feelings were too strong... Best way to convey anything.  No fear, no criticism.

Call it a coincidence or perhaps just another phase.  Just when I'm going to get started with yet another event which hopefully directs me towards the lighthouse that I seek,  I decide to start a blog.  Often I've wondered as to why would anyone just put up posts when a pocket diary can do the job.  Is it for praise? feedback?boredom?  No! Not at all. To me there is some sort of satisfaction that I will definetly derive once I cross the initial barriers and at least make an attempt to coin down something close to my heart.  Easy as it may sound,  its not an easy task. First to get yourself  started, then making it appealing at least to the eyes,  finally when everything seems right and on track you get confused.  Am I doing it the right way?? Talk about the complex Human mind! (Or maybe just a sleepy one). For all I know I feel proud and excited about my first attempt.  I wish to turn this into a jolly- good learning experience and someday,  sometime I shall pat myself o