Parachutes of Imagination

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Of course youre able to go on stage Chris I dont mind if my fav musicians getting bald or anything C: maybe it fits him x3

It’s all ta-ta, bye-bye, cheerio for now

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And that’s where you’ll find me. See you there.

Adios amigo. 

So where are we heading, you and I? Marooned on the island called, Reality? Where will we reach in the end? Will we survive the frequent tsunamis of disappointed dreams or will Reality get washed over by it, yet again. Will it be where we ‘want’ to reach or where we are ‘supposed’ to reach? I don’t doubt the powers of fate but neither do I accept them . But when we do reach the end, I hope when I look back, I see light. Even if it’s a bleak ray of it. Ahead, I don’t care what it might be. All I wish is not to be wrapped in darkness before I’m set free.  

So where are we heading, you and I? Marooned on the island called, Reality? Where will we reach in the end? Will we survive the frequent tsunamis of disappointed dreams or will Reality get washed over by it, yet again. Will it be where we ‘want’ to reach or where we are ‘supposed’ to reach? I don’t doubt the powers of fate but neither do I accept them . But when we do reach the end, I hope when I look back, I see light. Even if it’s a bleak ray of it. Ahead, I don’t care what it might be. All I wish is not to be wrapped in darkness before I’m set free.  

Definitely goes for me……

Definitely goes for me……

The real tragedy is the tragedy of the man who never in his life braces himself for his one supreme effort, who never stretches to his full capacity, never stands up to his full stature
Arnold Bennett

“You can’t leave footprints in the sands of time if you’re sitting on your butt. And who wants to leave buttprints in the sands of time?”  ~Bob Moawad 

Its like I am on ‘Who wants to be a millionaire?!’ (Anil Kapoor style). Life altering questions stare blankly at me. But there’s a difference. All the options, are blank , and only one of the ‘blank options’ is right. What, I see a frown there? Don’t over think or try analyzing it. For what you see, is the story of my life.
Now finishing school, I find myself introspecting on almost everything. Life, love, lust, work, me, people around me, my past, present & most importantly the future. Yes, I am quite well acquainted with the quotation - “Live in the moment”. As a kid, I would be baffled by it, thinking how could one not live in the moment. Unless one was taking about time travelling, but that was a different hypothesis all together. Now, life seems like dead meat. School’s finally over. Future then was definite. The world was literally my oyster. I could think of my future in a million and one possibilities and was confident about attainting them. Now, even one possibility seems enough to hold my confidence together. The question which so troubles me is - What will happen to my life? Will the future hold the various opportunities I wish to seize? My rationale mocks me, says that it’s stupid to dwindle on the maybe(s) of life. Yet my heart wades through the ocean of despair and suspense. I find my life morphing into a piece of clay molded by so many parameters. What I fear the most, is the fear of losing control over my life, my emotions, my thoughts, my independence & most importantly my freedom. I don’t want to succumb to the parameters of life. NO! I want to be that 5 year old kid who stands in front of the candy shop and takes her own sweet time to choose a candy according to her choice. Now I am just being kiddish, ain’t I? I know I am.  Life’s not a fairy tale and even if it were, I did have to either eat a poisoned apple or get locked up in terror tower before living my happy ending. The cold truth slaps me to realization. The realization that I have to  go through the grind. A futile question urges - Why, why me? But that’s the case with everybody, right? Jumping from ridiculous to ludicrous questions, I ask- Why I even had to be born a human being?! Futile, mind numbing questions hover around me as doubt inundates my hope, drowning it. My  confidence bleeds but my beacon of determination holds on, reminding me of my childhood promise to myself  to never ever ever give up.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear my rationale, having a hearty laugh…

You can’t leave footprints in the sands of time if you’re sitting on your butt. And who wants to leave buttprints in the sands of time?”  ~Bob Moawad 

Its like I am on ‘Who wants to be a millionaire?!’ (Anil Kapoor style). Life altering questions stare blankly at me. But there’s a difference. All the options, are blank , and only one of the ‘blank options’ is right. What, I see a frown there? Don’t over think or try analyzing it. For what you see, is the story of my life.

Now finishing school, I find myself introspecting on almost everything. Life, love, lust, work, me, people around me, my past, present & most importantly the future. Yes, I am quite well acquainted with the quotation - “Live in the moment”. As a kid, I would be baffled by it, thinking how could one not live in the moment. Unless one was taking about time travelling, but that was a different hypothesis all together. Now, life seems like dead meat. School’s finally over. Future then was definite. The world was literally my oyster. I could think of my future in a million and one possibilities and was confident about attainting them. Now, even one possibility seems enough to hold my confidence together. The question which so troubles me is - What will happen to my life? Will the future hold the various opportunities I wish to seize? My rationale mocks me, says that it’s stupid to dwindle on the maybe(s) of life. Yet my heart wades through the ocean of despair and suspense. I find my life morphing into a piece of clay molded by so many parameters. What I fear the most, is the fear of losing control over my life, my emotions, my thoughts, my independence & most importantly my freedom. I don’t want to succumb to the parameters of life. NO! I want to be that 5 year old kid who stands in front of the candy shop and takes her own sweet time to choose a candy according to her choice. Now I am just being kiddish, ain’t I? I know I am.  Life’s not a fairy tale and even if it were, I did have to either eat a poisoned apple or get locked up in terror tower before living my happy ending. The cold truth slaps me to realization. The realization that I have to  go through the grind. A futile question urges - Why, why me? But that’s the case with everybody, right? Jumping from ridiculous to ludicrous questions, I ask- Why I even had to be born a human being?! Futile, mind numbing questions hover around me as doubt inundates my hope, drowning it. My  confidence bleeds but my beacon of determination holds on, reminding me of my childhood promise to myself  to never ever ever give up.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear my rationale, having a hearty laugh…

 I wasn’t ready. Not yet. I just wanted to stand and just be there.  I looked around, the  place reminiscent of a memory I had deliberately tampered with. It was too harsh a memory to remember. Then I saw her,  right in front of me, her tears frozen to her cheeks. Her weary eyes searching desperately for a consoling lie.  She looked towards me, and looked right through me. The eerie realisation dawned,  but I shrugged it off. I saw the familiar blue train, chugging silently over the dilapidated bridge, its sound carried by the temperamental wind. The air redolent of liliacs, made the scenery nothing  more than unsettling. Then I saw the box similar to my mother’s, in it I saw…me. Lying there, idle. If only it were a dream. Then he came, cloaked in black . It was time he whispered, like he didn’t want her to hear. I looked around, the sound of the pleading engines now reverberating  in my mind. I closed my eyes like I did the last time. Only now it was, for the last time.

 I wasn’t ready. Not yet. I just wanted to stand and just be there.  I looked around, the  place reminiscent of a memory I had deliberately tampered with. It was too harsh a memory to remember. Then I saw her,  right in front of me, her tears frozen to her cheeks. Her weary eyes searching desperately for a consoling lie.  She looked towards me, and looked right through me. The eerie realisation dawned,  but I shrugged it off. I saw the familiar blue train, chugging silently over the dilapidated bridge, its sound carried by the temperamental wind. The air redolent of liliacs, made the scenery nothing  more than unsettling. Then I saw the box similar to my mother’s, in it I saw…me. Lying there, idle. If only it were a dream. Then he came, cloaked in black . It was time he whispered, like he didn’t want her to hear. I looked around, the sound of the pleading engines now reverberating  in my mind. I closed my eyes like I did the last time. Only now it was, for the last time.

A Relinquished Pipe Dream

Rolling over the brittle tracks,

Twilight of life dawning now.

Memories deliberately tampered with,

Shattering memories, unforgotten.

Searching for a consoling lie,

Rummaging redundant truths for certainity.

Requite for the priceless loss,

Stolen childhood, misplaced youth.

Sliding over,

inches from Death’s arms,

Running away,

Only to escape into dreaded mortality.

Old words resounding,

Cobweb of morbidity entrapping.

Heart-ship now sinking,

the anchor piercing.

Into and away,

Sliding inches from death’s arms,

Into the miasmatic truth,

fading away.

End of the ride,

Wavering at the blurred edge of life.

Survival once a choice, now a brutal burden.

Dependency of another life,

Snatched the only freedom.

Flying through the pipe, into a reverie,

refuging in forgotten dreams, broken mirages,

home unseen,

Transcending into the relinquished pipe dream.

I did my best to noticeWhen the call came down the lineUp to the platform of surrenderI was brought but I was kindAnd sometimes I get nervousWhen I see an open doorClose your eyes, clear your heartCut the cordAre we human or are we dancers?My sign is vital, my hands are coldAnd I’m on my knees looking for the answerAre we human or are we dancers?
                   ~ by The Killers 

I did my best to notice
When the call came down the line
Up to the platform of surrender
I was brought but I was kind

And sometimes I get nervous
When I see an open door
Close your eyes, clear your heart
Cut the cord

Are we human or are we dancers?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I’m on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancers?

                   ~ by The Killers 

Though I am hopeless when it comes to rhyming but this poem framed in my mind by itself while studying for an exam! The extent my mind can go to escape studies….
Anyway not deviating, this is a poem about a few things I did like to do. Just an amateur shot at poetry. So hope ya like it! :)


Before i die,
I wanna sky-dive,
Poke a bee-hive,
and then run for my life!
Watch Gaga and Coldplay, play’ng live.
Sing songs loud on the giant wheel,
Take an under water ferry through the Seven Seas,
See Sherlock’s home on the 22nd Baker’s Street,
Fly to Neverland with Peter Pan and Wendy,
Jump up high on a trampoline,
Win 1 million dollar lottery,
Fly to Neverland with Peter Pan and Wendy!
Stick a bubble gum on the Bubble Gum Alley,
Go to Las Vegas and gamble a rich man’s money!

But at the end of my life,
All i wanna say,
Hakuna Matata!
And keep ur worries at bay.

Though I am hopeless when it comes to rhyming but this poem framed in my mind by itself while studying for an exam! The extent my mind can go to escape studies….

Anyway not deviating, this is a poem about a few things I did like to do. Just an amateur shot at poetry. So hope ya like it! :)


Before i die,

I wanna sky-dive,

Poke a bee-hive,

and then run for my life!

Watch Gaga and Coldplay, play’ng live.

Sing songs loud on the giant wheel,

Take an under water ferry through the Seven Seas,

See Sherlock’s home on the 22nd Baker’s Street,

Fly to Neverland with Peter Pan and Wendy,

Jump up high on a trampoline,

Win 1 million dollar lottery,

Fly to Neverland with Peter Pan and Wendy!

Stick a bubble gum on the Bubble Gum Alley,

Go to Las Vegas and gamble a rich man’s money!


But at the end of my life,

All i wanna say,

Hakuna Matata!

And keep ur worries at bay.

And i could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well that’s where i belong
And you belong with me.
The streets you’re walking on,
A thousand houses long,
Well, that’s where I belong,
And you belong with me.

Now the sky could be blue, I don’t mind,
Without you it’s a waste of time.
Could be blue, I don’t mind,
Without you, it’s a waste of sky.
Could be blue, could be grey,
Without you I’m just miles away.
Could be blue, I don’t mind,
Without you it’s a waste of sky.
                                      ~ Coldplay

And i could write a song

A hundred miles long

Well that’s where i belong

And you belong with me.

The streets you’re walking on,

A thousand houses long,

Well, that’s where I belong,

And you belong with me.


Now the sky could be blue, I don’t mind,

Without you it’s a waste of time.

Could be blue, I don’t mind,

Without you, it’s a waste of sky.

Could be blue, could be grey,

Without you I’m just miles away.

Could be blue, I don’t mind,

Without you it’s a waste of sky.

                                      ~ Coldplay

…….And there were pieces of paper everywhere. She squealed with joy as she tore the pages and threw the pieces up in the air. The moment of freedom had finally arrived! A torn piece candidly landed on her shoulder. She looked at it, frowned for a moment and recognised what seemed to be an integration formula hurriedly scribbled in black ink. She chuckled to herself  relieved from the fact that she wouldn’t have to see it ever again. Her wish was fulfilled ,the Arithmophobic finally had- the Last Laugh.

…….And there were pieces of paper everywhere. She squealed with joy as she tore the pages and threw the pieces up in the air. The moment of freedom had finally arrived! A torn piece candidly landed on her shoulder. She looked at it, frowned for a moment and recognised what seemed to be an integration formula hurriedly scribbled in black ink. She chuckled to herself  relieved from the fact that she wouldn’t have to see it ever again. Her wish was fulfilled ,the Arithmophobic finally had- the Last Laugh.

This poem basically reflects my anxiety and apprehensions  because of the unrealistically high cut-offs of colleges at DU.


I wonder about the future,
On what it might be,
Of reality i hope,
Is the way I wish to see.
The clock ticks on,
Reminder of every second gone.
I wanna go back to sleep,
Or into a well really deep.
But there’s no use of all such ponder,
When no such thing can occur.
For now, I have to go,
Even though my hope’s low.
Have to keep myself  optimistic,
Brace myself for the unknown.

This poem basically reflects my anxiety and apprehensions  because of the unrealistically high cut-offs of colleges at DU.


I wonder about the future,

On what it might be,

Of reality i hope,

Is the way I wish to see.

The clock ticks on,

Reminder of every second gone.

I wanna go back to sleep,

Or into a well really deep.

But there’s no use of all such ponder,

When no such thing can occur.

For now, I have to go,

Even though my hope’s low.

Have to keep myself  optimistic,

Brace myself for the unknown.