DeLuSiOn !!!

Heya guys :) this is something that I wrote a long time ago ... hope you like it :)


Fading, falling, coloring, discoloring
Why should beauty take the form of bright color ?
Why not dull fadedness take its stead ?
We never know , we never seem to care .

Memory fades in colors of grey
Why may it not take shades that I say?
Gradual though it may be , it dies at death
It takes flight, burrows itself in a trapped grave .

Why does physical nothingness play a role,
In white purity and black death ?
Move on ye kindred ,
If not! man may drown in dizziness of color.

Color of mere fiction
Color that has no reason
No beginning , no end
No creator, no destroyer
No means, no end.

March forward to an abode of 'Freedom'
Though 'Freedom' may bear a different sense for:
You, for me and for friend and foe.

Yardsticks are made to stretch, to even break
I trespass these same lines and refrain to make ,
To make a simple admission .
I seem to be living a Delusion !!!

-Rebecca Raja .

Thanks for reading me :)

Experiencing Cheesecake.

Me, The Cheesecake, and You.

So what exactly is supposed to be cheesecake? Oh wait, a cake made up of cheese; or cheese that looks like a cake? Thankfully, most of us reading this article have already tried the so called ‘cheesecake’. Why the sarcasm in my voice, you ask? Well, my friends, I don’t think we’re actually eating cheesecake. Let me explain.

First, let’s begin with what makes cheesecake so unique in taste as well as composition. Basic ingredients: Cream cheese, sour cream and an equally good biscuit or pastry crust that holds the weight of the rest of the ingredients. Particularly, the cream cheese is what provides the tang to a cheesecake. It’s what makes the cheesecake so tantalizing and unique to our taste buds. It gives the cheesecake its sharpness and our senses the satisfaction which only the fulfilment of our more intimate desires give. It’s fascinating.

As a kid, I was very satisfied with the cheesecake we get in most pastry shops in India: a biscuit crust holding a mixture of almost no cream cheese and a lot of whipped cream with a spread of fruit puree. It’s more light than dense in texture and more sweet than sour in flavour. Perfect to accustom to Indian taste buds, just like how most world cuisines are designed to adjust. The cheesecake I just described is more inclined towards the United Kingdom style of cheesecake, which is not baked. It wasn’t until I tried the cheesecake in Hard Rock that I realised what a cheesecake with the right amount of cream cheese is supposed to taste like; a cheesecake that is not baked, one that represents the authentic British style.

Thanks to Nigella Lawson (ironically, she is British), I recognized the American style cheesecake, which I must say is more famous around the world, for reasons that are more than justified. Now, this cheesecake blew my mind. Literally, I was seeing stars, and later in my dreams ( I am not kidding ), cheesecakes; Only to find myself waking up in the morning and rushing to Desmond’s, where you actually get the New York style baked cheesecake. Notice the word BAKED. Yes, the baked cheesecake, or rather the actual cheesecake, which includes eggs and a high temperature for the formation of its dense texture and intense flavour.

I somehow feel the need to inform you how good this cheesecake is, because I want you to go to Desmond’s (located on Lavelle Road and in Koramangala) and try their New York style Baked Cheesecake. It’s like making you aware of how good the environment can be if you recycle plastic, it’s like inspiring you to take action. Getting back to the point, this cheesecake is simple with no fruit puree but yet complicated in flavour. It’s a fusion of sweetness and tang; elation and ecstasy. It’s the seventh heaven. Moreover, the density adds to its richness. My life would be incomplete otherwise, and I would like to believe likewise for you.

Do you know that this cheesecake inspired me to bake? Yes, I tried to bake this cheesecake at home, or I would like to think that I tried. Before I could venture on this delightful journey, I lost my way while finding the equipment needed to even take this challenge. Let me justify: I am a student and I am broke most of the time; so finding cream cheese in Bangalore wasn’t as bad as finding the money to buy this cream cheese. Cream cheese, the Philadelphia variety, is expensive (You’ll get it in Fifth Avenue on Brigade Road for close to 500 rupees). Unfortunately, I still haven’t found local cream cheese.

But I won’t give up. I will try, I will find and I will extract secrets. I will keep eating the Desmond’s cheesecake until I find the right cream cheese. I am still looking. And when I do, I shall find the perfect recipe for the perfect cheesecake.
I will be back, do not lose hope.

- Priya

It's done.

You held my hand and never let me go.
It was only distance that parted us, but the love kept hold.
The love is unconditional, no one would ever know.

Your support gives me strength;
Your words give me wisdom;
Your hope gives me life. You gave me life.
But the wine is over my love; only the debris remains.

I called, you answered. I wept, you suffered.
The deal was made; I asked and you gave.
But how could such a relationship exist?
It still does.

Sometimes, losing hope is easy. The river flows but the water seems still.
When I look, everything seems to change. Things turn around and I lose control.
There is a new found love, but underneath it all there is this heart all alone.

I saw you today, you're so beautiful that it hurts.
Your words echo in my head; but I have become numb.
Forgetting is easy, remembering is difficult.
It's been a year, and now I am trying to succumb.

Death ended a life, but the relationship remains.
Heading down the memory lane;
Hope was all you needed; we will go places and meet soul mates.
But you didn't realize, you are the one.

You let me explore, and let me grow.
But now, you won't be there.
Yet, I won't let go.

I wish I knew, how you felt.
You'd have told me, I would've wept.
The pain would have settled, the meeting would've been successful.
But like people say, the deed is done and the cycle is complete.
You moved on; and the strength is given to me.

It is strange, how these games are played.
When you think of it, they are ironical.
It's a planned game my love.
The play is about the journey, the plans are always the end.

In that journey, you made me see.
I saw you, and I saw us. But now, I only see me.
That's okay, because I am prepared.
I have learnt, you still make my life beautiful.

What can I say? Thank you.
I am too proud to let the devil rule.
Too proud to let go of you.
Proud, to let my love lose.
Because I love you.

- Priya

Mishka the talking husky

This is a poem I wrote because I saw an adorable video of a husky dog which actually talks...!!!! Its on youtube - and you should watch it too..

Mishka, oh Mishka
The way you talk
Brings us all happy times;
The way you sing
Makes you so adorable..
And oh! how you say,
"I love you"
and then you say,
"I love you, mom"
Makes one feel like a 2 year old
Calling out to its dear mother.

Mishka, oh Mishka
The way you talk
Makes the adults giggle;
You take them back
To the time they were kids;
And the kids who are yet to grow
Know, they have you
To keep them laughing
And never to cry..
Because you say "happy"
In a mild tone.

Mishka, oh Mishka
The way you talk
Amazing! The way you respond
To a question such as,
"Mishka, are you stupid?"
And your response is convincingly
a prolonged "no.."
Is so surprising
To even a man
At the verge of death
Who would be more surprised
To hear you talk than
To know he's about to die..

Mishka, oh Mishka
The way you talk
What a surprise
In every word you say!
To all your friends,
When you say
"Bye Bye"
It makes one smile - one,
Because it is unavoidalble and two,
It is so sweet, coming from
A Siberian Husky..
You say, "Thank you"
So gracefully, one could wish
He were born a dog!

-Madhu

The hidden feeling

Hey guys! This is a poem I just wrote... Please do give me a feedback on how it is..

As I walk,
My shadow falls by my side
I feel gloomy inside,
But on the outside,
I barely show it.
I talk joyfully;
And dance to the music
Of your voice.
The rhythm bends
With slow pace
Into my ears.
But, if only you knew
I feel ignored.
If only you knew
I longed for you;
And you looked into my eyes,
You could notice
The fear of losing you;
And the tear drop
That rests deep in my eyes
And tries hard not to show
That I miss you.
If only you could see it,
I shall feel bestowed
And smile gracefully
As you realise..

-Madhu

The perfect way to get over someone!

After having had the most dramatic break up ever, I decided to make a few changes in my life. I thought that the best way to get back at that nasty ex of mine was to be the one to recover faster from the break up! So my long-drawn process of changing little things about myself started!

1. I decided to lose weight. Of course, this is something I've been wanting to do since the eighth grade, but I finally decided to go for it. I had already joined the gym a few months back but now, I ensured I ate all the right food (fruits and vegetables - I felt like a cow for the first few weeks!) and religiously worked out everyday! By the end of May, I was feeling absolutely great about myself and the way I was shaping up!

2. I felt like a new look! So I went and got my hair styled (spent two months' worth of pocket money on it!) and decided to get the ends of my hair coloured red. Now, let me tell you - I've always been someone who can never get herself to do something 'funky'. Thats includes painting my nails different colours or colouring my hair red or even just wearing a top that would make people take a second look at me! So deciding to colour my hair red was a big deal and I suddenly felt empowered!

3. Having worked on the way I looked, I figured that it was time to work on the environment that I spend most of my time in. I'd just moved back home from Chennai so I ended up redecorating my room and throwing out all the clothes and pictures that I had of his (yes yes, even his huge comfortable t-shirts!) I did spend a lot of time crying over it and waking up with puffy eyes, but it definitely made me feel better!

4. Finally, I realised that it was time for me to set my priorities right. For those of you that don't know yet, its my dream to have the whole nation listen to me sing someday. So I decided that I would dedicate the next three years to my music and to everything that I was going to do at college!

Now everything that I did seemed to be brilliant things to do to get over him. Even emotionally, I worked on making myself stronger (unfortunately, that hasn't worked very well. I'm still a cry-baby sometimes!)

But somehow, the universe thought that I hadn't changed enough; or maybe it thought I changed too much.

So this universe conspired and sent an old plump man who had spent most of his life being a numerologist to meet my father. And that fateful evening was when my name got changed.

I was Prerana - Inspiration.

Now, I'm Purvaa - one syllable away from my ex-boyfriend's name.

So much for change, eh?

Treasure Trove!

This one was inspired by a certain special someone,and happens to be one of the only sappy stuff I've written:P Enjoy!

One last time, just once,
to fill my eyes with the beauty
that radiates off of her.
Once more, for the last time,
let me see, see what
changed my life.
The toll has been paid,
my suffering increases
day by day; what more
can I give: willingness to give all,
for just one last look,
before the slaughter ends
and she walks out that gate.
I’m free for a second,
but is that what I want?!
One last peek, to stop
my weeping heart.
Frantically looking all around,
for the tiniest glimpse,
a clue to the treasure I seek,
but as always I lay
disappointed, in the horror
of it all, unable to accept
Fate as it is, looking for
loopholes, miniscule hopes,
all resting on just a few
days to go; the despair
seeps through every pore,
yet it doesn’t sink in;
I reject the very thought,
but it never truly goes.
Every second ticks by,
slower than ever, yet
how fast it runs……..
I missed my chance and
now I sit alone and try to let go
of that beautiful Treasure Trove!

-Ananya