Long or Short? o.O

Well, wait. This title doesn't echo what I'm actually thinking about, and it DOES NOT echo one bit of what you thought for the first time after reading it. :P So here it goes..

Another year gone by, leaving back traces of memories, somewhere in some corner of my mind which I'm too busy to search for. Memories, aah, get me nostalgic. Take me to another world where everything is so different and almost anything around me has a special significance to this small heart of mine. I've been there, I've done this before. My heart skips a beat. A feeling of sinking melancholia. Was it yesterday? What if it were today?

School life drawn to an end. One golden chapter of my life etched in the ventricles of my heart. From those eternally-going-on chemistry periods to those short, momentary PE periods.. Nothing of it again.. All new, unfamiliar faces.. Friends, lost somewhere in some wave of life, washed afar by the dividing stream.. that fine stream which divides illusion and reality.. Is it true? Is this not going to happen again?

Just another Sunday morning. No class, no nothing. Rotting in bed. The thought seems like a butterfly. Beautiful, colourful, I want to catch it, but I can't. What if I relived those 12 years again? I'm suddenly lifted by some mysterious Force and placed right where I want to be. Again that old feeling, I've been there, I've done that before. But what if I actually relived those 12 years?! Would they remain as special as they are to me right now?! The question, I suppose, is rhetoric. :)

Temporality, defines life, it's pleasures, it's misgivings, everything about it. Permanency is just another elusive mirage. Wordsworth was right(for a change), life is like Daffodils. Lasts one short day, one short hour, one short minute. You've got no chance to grab everything with one hand. Yet you try to take hold, try to force your hand somehow. The result, you don't even get to hold on to a bit of this sweetmeat called life. :) Life is temporary, it's dreams are short-lived. The pleasures, momentary. Take it all in, one at a time.

Finally, (i can sense a “phew!” :P) I ask myself a question. The simplest of all questions that could possibly have been raised. There is no quantum mechanics, hybridisation or integral calculus. Are shorter memories the sweeter ones? My friend asks me the same question. He/She feels the longer ones are better. They last a lifetime. I beg to differ. The shorter they are, the sweeter their taste remains.

So I sign off for now, asking you about what you feel, about how you can be more enlightened to have the biggest chunk of this walnut pie called “Life”.

Thanking you if you lasted this long,

Another temporary biggot. :)

Random Vandervaal thoughts.

Time and mood to write on the blog are a very rare combination. I have a nice, fine blende of both today. (Lucky guy!) :P

Well, anyway, this article is just random, a mix of long-forgotten feelings and a desperate attempt to keep the blog going.

Today started with the horrid realization that there won't be college for 20 more days. I don't know why, I've become so attached to the place that I just can't live without it. I get up, in bed, I'm constantly thinking about school, the sunshine, the windows, the beautiful grounds, the beautiful people, the teachers, the empty parking area...

This world is distant. It brings a kind of hollowness to my heart to only write and think about it. How would life be without college?! WHAT would life be without college, friends, everything! In this world where we are all rats waiting to be lured by a rattrap waiting for us, it's so good to have company where no one actually cares about money, social status, etc.. Thank you friends!

The day ends in a share rickshaw journey. I see this factory worker who is kind of slow in his movements. The rick arrives, we all jump in. The poor man has no space. A man earnestly climbs out to make space for him. My heart sinks. Wasn't I supposed to do that?! Where has "humanity" as you call it, gone in these times?!

A very disturbing thought occurs to me. This world is a web of deceit and falsification. All that we crave for is the moeny.. Paisa Paisa Paisa! "And that was...just a dream... this is what it means.." says Bruce Dickinson. "That" is actually a dream. We're a lost society, a lost race, without a path for the future. The more you ponder, the more you come to the conclusion how irrational the roots of this "rational" society are. If you've been awake till this part of the blog, please leave your comments. I am but a cobbler. These thoughts are disturbing.. Thank you for lasting soo long in this dreadful article..

For you,
Atharva Kelkar.

For me, A thousand times over..

There comes a time. You look up, no one. You look behind, no one. You look here and there, no one again. Look deep within yourself. You'll find that “someone” you are looking for. Somewhere within you lingers that passion, that one piece of mirror to show your hidden worth. When dead ends seem to have no passages, this piece of mirror carves one out for you. In the little 16 years that I have lived, I've come across times when decisions were to be made. Times when I doubted my own mettle. I surpassed them. I rather walked across them.

An experience that occurred yesterday. I almost flunked in my class test. I was in tears you can say. I doubted if I could do the JEE preps still. I told this to my mom. She asked me one simple question, “Are you a guy who would back out half way?”. Some voice inside me came upto my tongue and cried “NO!”. I didn't realize this. I myself had answered my own queries.

Why couldn't I do it?! Yes I could! And i will.. A sneak peak into your heart and you hear that voice.. “You are not alone”..”Just for you, A thousand times over!”..

A firm belief now. Someone is there for me, for a thousand times over! :-)

In Pursuit of happiness..

I've read many blogs till date. About life, the journey, Life, the goal, Life what not! Maybe i'm wrong but i disagree with each and every one of them. Life, according to me, is a moment! A moment which in less than a blink turns upside down and up again. At one moment, we see ourself as the perennial loser and the next as a winner, for the smallest of good jobs we have done.


It was, It is and it shall always be true that it is the “small” things that really matter in life. The “pseudo-huge” stuff is something that hardly matters to us. We drink, we eat, we shit. Is that what we live for?! We rub our buttocks off to get into an IIT or into a med college, but ask yourself “Is that your goal in life?”. The answer, I'm sure is crystal clear. It is obviously not your goal. Your goal is something different. It isn't about education, money or family. It is living the moment tension free. That is not wrong, that is how it should be. Only recently did I know how confusion defines life and how we ourselves know in some corner of our heart that it is not our long time ambitions but our momentary goals which give us true happiness.


In pursuit of happiness, man loses his emotions, relations, friends and everything he thought was a hindrance between him and his goal. Only after completing his pursuit does he realize that those “hindrances” were actually the stuff he was always craving and living for. Our pursuit for glory, bliss, Nirvana will never end. It is like going towards a mirage. The horizon will always show a silver lining. You fail to understand that that silver lining is actually the brightest of horizons. Only reason why you see it as a line is because of the tears obstructing your eyes. Tears of sadness, despair, about the fact that you will never reach your goal. By the time you realize they are tears and you wash them off, night might already have set in and it may have been too late.


Once I saw a poor man working tirelessly on the streets. The mid day sun was shining with all its might. The laborer was toiling with all his remaining strength. I asked myself, “He's so poor. God knows what his goal in life is. What does he have to live for?!” As if wanting to answer my question, a small child came up to the man. The man looked up, gave a broad smile and lifted the child in his arms. He kissed the little girl on the cheek and the girl returned it. That was when I realized how wrong i was. This man may not be a millionaire but to me the smile that came on his face after that was a million dollar smile. One which maybe not even the richest of people could buy. No amount of money could buy it. Only a perception of this dark world which could make the most horrible of circumstances lead to bliss..


So lost are we in this false world that we forget what true happiness is. As a child, we always wanted to grow up. Now we realize that broken toys and incomplete home work were far better than unfulfilled dreams and broken emotions. What we want is praise, money, nice food, clothes.. And so on. What we toil for is drinking stale soup in a five star lobby. But we never look out of our window to look at the most simple and profound of pleasures.. The bright sky, the infinite stars, the trees, the birds, the whole world!!


So stop hankering for appreciation, praise and money. Stop following the ever distant mirage of “happiness” and look at the “bliss” standing near us.. Right beside us.. May you live a happy life.. May God bless you you be “blissful”, not only happy.




Thank You.




PS- A tad too philosophical but yea.. i wrote that piece of art myself..!