You and Me

HEYA THERE!!!

Now, I know it hasn't been too long and that's SOME improvement from my end; but I was reunited with two very good foods recently and their company guided me on the path of writing a poem after a long, long time - out of nowhere. 

So here goes, and hope you like it! :)

And long before me, doth this lie;

My way ahead - thus I ponder,

At the many bustling around me so, 

And this fills me with sonder. 

I know not what their lives might be,

I know not of their plights,

I know not of what makes them smile,

Or the destination of their flights!

And yet I want to judge them so,

I can’t help but evaluate,

That the man reading in a quiet corner,

Is not someone illiterate.

Or the young girl with a baby, there;

I wonder what story has she!

While she must be aged just over a score,

To four kids, she is “Mommy”.

To the well-dressed old man, sitting next to me,

I say, “Sir, how do you do?”

But he glares at me as if for some offence,

And replies, “Not talking to you.”

So thus do I sit in my corner, still;

Looking at the many bustling around,

I was getting lonely, but THAT is when,

I was startled by a sound.

“You’re each so different, yet, the Same,

How different can you be?”

Familiarity rang through my head, 

For my heart was talking to me!

“You see people they way you want to see ‘em,

You assume that’s how you’re seen;

But that’s the best part about humanity,

THAT’s how it has always been.

For many many aeons passed,

Despite all negativity,

Through bloodshed, hatred, wars, alas!

The truth, most fail to see.

The secret to happiness, does lie,

In brotherhood and harmony;

For no matter what the strife may seem,

I’m as much You, as You are Me!”

xoxo

- Teen Adventurer

Reunions

Hello there!

Welcome to my blog. I hope you like what you see and promise that if you write back to me, I promise to take note.

Today, I happened to chance upon a little reunion of my own and hence this post. Here goes!

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When was the last time you were reunited with someone or something you had lost along the way? When was the last time you saw something or someone after ages and went "Oh!" in pleasant surprise?
Well, mine was a few minutes before I (FINALLY) sat down to make a post, after SUCH a long time. And whom was I reunited with?


My Camera.

Yes, you read that right. My Camera.

My father had bought me this camera a long time ago when I was very serious about pursuing my passion for photography. However, in the many complications that come with the magnificent journey we call "High-School" and "Growing-Up", when I moved to a new city to attend college, the camera remained unpacked in its protective casing, for over an year and a half.

Today, however, out of the blue, I made up on something different - something I have been skeptical about for a long time. Sure enough, a camera is imperative to the success of this venture and well, 'What better than MY camera?' I thought.


Did I expect background music and slowly moving time when I unpacked the box? Not really, but maybe. But unpacking my camera from its box brought back the shivers from three years ago, when I had opened it for the first time.

So yes, my old companion is back with me and to be frank, I am no short of delighted. Now, I await the adventures that we are to embark on - My Camera and I.


Well, until I can tell you more about them, adios!

xoxox
Teen Adventurer

Home Is Where The Heart Is

Family makes a house a home

It is said, that home is where the heart is. I have often wondered at this, as a child, and until a few years ago, I wouldn't make much out of this statement, besides its spelling.

So, when I sat down to type out this post, at first I was a little dumbfounded. What was I really going to write in this? Sure, unlike other topics, a reflective topic such as this one is far less constricting, as far as its boundaries are concerned.

Finally coming around on how to go about my article, I recount a quote I'd heard a long time ago. It said, "Home is where the great are small and the small are great." While I admit that this quote by itself is intriguing enough to base a whole composition on, let us look at this antimetabole to understand the impact and importance of the concept of Families.

Originating from the Latin word Familia, we Homo sapiens have been in the habit of forming small units of our kind, since the ancient times. Over the aeons, families, as we know them today, have undergone a plethora of changes. But in essence, they have all shared one trait - a group of individuals who deeply care for each other.

The many stories handed down from one generation to another, however, often remind us of conflicts of varying degree that have risen within families and the dire consquences these have had on not just immediate family members, but also other innocent people who have often not had anything to do with those concerned. From the stories in mythology - be it Greek, Roman, Indian or even Norse - these have also shown us that the gravest of animosities often rise thanks to the contempt that comes out of the familiarity provided within a family. 

That said, there is more to this beautiful concept than those terrible tales of gore - more often than not, you and I come across certain people who are more than just friends or any such relation named by the norms of society. These are people who are bound to you by nothing but chance - initially, but later on, by the sheer will, goodness of faith and the bond that has grown between you, over time. In the true sense of the word, these people who are connected to you only by fate and heart, are the real family you have - the ones you choose over a lifetime. 

Here's to families of all types and sizes, everywhere.

Cheers!

-Teenxadventurer

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P.S.: This post was started by me a looooong time ago. I took an year long break and got back - and this was still not completed. What I intend to say is, the person who started off with this post is not the one who completed it. So yeah... hope you cut me some slack for that! XP :) 

Reveries of a break year

Hello there, reader! 

If you do happen to have kept up with this blog, you very well know that I haven't posted ANY thing out here in over a year. If you are new to my blog, welcome! :D (You can check out my older posts too, if you'd like)

Well, here's the thing. I did unintentionally take a break from blogging as a whole and to be honest, I did miss it. But in reality, it's just that so many things happened in succession from the time I put up the last post, that I kept having to postpone, every time I thought of blogging. Yet, now that I'm here, let me tell you a few things I've discovered.

What happens when a blogger doesn't blog for a while:

1. Time Flies

I cannot tell you HOW true this has felt over the months, for me! To me, this blog was like a little diary that I spilt out my most random thoughts to. But then, when I wasn't able to blog, it did get to an annoying spell of lack of expression, for me, in many ways. This simply meant that I went on and on and on; but the time seemed uncaptured, unrecorded and just flying past!

2. A Best Friend is Amiss

Don't get me wrong. I know this sounds ULTRA-CLICHE but yeah.. having a blog like this (irrespective of who reads or doesn't), is like having a human best friend. Of course, I don't mean the kind that will pick me up when I need a lift or go to my favourite ice-cream parlour with me.... I mean the kind that will actually lend me an ear when I need to rant about that new watch launched by my favourite brand or how a certain professor of mine is unfair in his/her assignment of marks. Well, That, has been what's missing.

3. It's more difficult to keep track

I dare you to deny being or knowing someone who has tried to keep and write a diary... and FAILED! You know it, just as well as I do... Keeping a real, full-fledged diary is difficult and (often) boring.. especially if you are any thing like me. But then, when I used to blog about my experiences, the little things that happened during my week, my poems, etc - to me, it was as good as keeping a diary, if not better. And over these months, I have missed out on so many of such inscriptions in time, that I may just need a moment to finsh crying before I type further. 

4. Running out of ideas

I wanted to make this list with atleast 5 good, valid points.. But I just finished three and I've honestly run out of ideas. However!! I would LOVE to know if you are or know any bloggers who stopped blogging and came back after a break... Leave me a comment (Yes... I solemnly swear that I read EACH of them and all them to be seen publically when permitted by the owner) below and we shall see how well this post can be updated. :D 

Hope you are, have been and will be well.

Until next time!

-Teenxadventurer