Fare Thee Well

The farewell, in pictures. 

The EPIC fail of a group pic.

Them two.

Roses.

BOYSSSS

Some yao-minging going on

Group pic part II

Wherein I squash Shankha to death

The controversial of the lot

Group pic part III

Don't we look like siblings?

Sari love.

Boards are here, wish me luck peeps

SAM B.

Our Song

If I could write a song that defined us

I’d begin with a loud clap

I’ll string in some drum beats

And some loud shrieks and claps.

I’ll pour in some vanilla

And make a nutella mess

I’ll bring a dialogue into the emptiness

And spit out all I have to confess.

I’ll slam down the bass a bit

I’ll tune the guitar

Will cover the endless night sky

Blaring meteors with no stars.

There will be head banging dance

There will be free hugs

We’ll jump on rollercoaster’s

And catch little light bugs.

The song will have a chorus

Where we’ll do the Irish hop

We’ll cross our legs and link our arms

And dance till our legs drop.

There’ll be no mushy unicorns or stupid chocolate dreams

But parkour stadiums and trampoline gyms

There’ll be no glitters and sparking rainbows

But oreos with less of the biscuit and more of the cream.

We’ll measure our lyrics when we write

And not shout out whatever comes to our minds

Our song with define our life

With perfect silences hard to find.

The song will reach its climax

With an end that’ll linger on

Our song, your song, will keep playing

Slow and silent, from dusk till dawn.

 -Sam B

Fantabulous February 2013 - Day Three!

Hello peeps,

This is for Fantabulous February - Day Three,

Today's inspiration:

My post:

I want to wander and not get lost, to teeter around in the unknown.
To sit in a coffee shop and have my ears filled up with a language of an unknown tongue.
I want to stay for a poetry where the movement of the words stir me up instead of the comprehension in them.
I want to walk down cobbled streets, cross bridges, country roads, 
interstates and dirty alleys.
To ride Gondolas and drink up in Irish pubs.
I want to breathe in the smell of cigarettes and change.
I want to travel if only to forget who I am as I fill myself up with 
everything else.

Let's find some beautiful place to get lost,
Sam B.

Fantabulous February 2013 - Day 2!

Hello there,

Fantabulous February is back. Rush over to Kanika's blog if you don't know what I mean.

Today's inspiration:

My post:

Despondent I stare at the waters so still

Filling it with a part of my own vignettes

The water stays calm keeping me still

Yet my waves of turmoil cease to kill.

My heads spins in weird circles

I stumble with every step I take 

The calmness arises in tufts of ups and downs

The chill in the air keeps me unfulfilled
The water wavers on, the rush instilled.

Enjoy the Sunday,
Sam B.

What's Your? - Confession Day 8

The confession for the day is madness. If you have no idea what I'm talking about then shoot over to Ms. Sharma's blog and join in, come out of your closets pouring out those dark and twisted secrets.

Madness has been my cup of tea, runs in the family. I am very rarely a normal sane person.One thing I can think of now would be jumping off the second floor from an apartment. So, this friend of mine, we decided to just jump for the heck of it. It was crazy fun. That makes me laugh for the silliness of it.

Anyway, something that I did that really wakes me up with goosebumps, would be this one time on my scooty, I escaped by the skin of my teeth from hitting a person on the road. I was carelessly singing to some song and was not concentrating on the road, saw this man the very last second and somehow steered away from hitting him. It was so scary, I literally sped off from the scene and had to collect myself and then ride on. I remember having these nightmares of hitting him, even killing him spot dead. It was bad those few days. I don't think I've said this out loud ever, anyway, that somehow taught me a lesson and I'm extra careful these days, bit too much I'd say. I don't even know if this fits the 'madness' thing-y, but oh well..

Off for a walk,

SAM B.

And the year ends..

I would not like to reiterate what has been going on round the country, I really have nothing more to add to the sorrow, the devastation and anger that we all have brimming in our bodies right now. We've all faced such situations on daily basis in a very minor level on the streets, jeers and lewd comments and hardly have we protested. We try not to interfere scared of the consequences. Like I read someone say in the newspapers, when girls like us will be fearless enough to protest against these animals, that is when change will come. And I strongly believe so. 
The objectification of women is one of the main reasons behind the patriarchal mindset that permeates our nation. And the biggest culprit to this would be the media, Bollywood. Media which is so capable of analyzing every situation would do some good by occasionally channeling their investigation to what problems they have been creating. Only to keep their TRP's high and sending out advertisements to keep the business running, they don't even care if they are portraying women as sex objects while on the other hand there are making movies taking a stand against the practice.  Why this fake facade of always looking for the welfare of the people whereas all you care for is profit? If you are so concerned of women objectification, why not stop airing such ads?
And yes seeing the whole nation finally wake up to the call, really does garner some hope. When you see women punching officers right on their face, when you see women day in and out fighting their asses off, falling down yet dusting off their trousers and standing up, when you hear the fact that more men than women are on the streets shouting for justice, I know there will be a change. 
I've always wanted to study in Delhi someday, the city had fascinated me when I'd gone there long back. But I hardly think my family will feel it to be safe to send me off to the city. And I'm sure this is true for so many other girls in the country. How sad is it that a person's career choice has to be made by putting into account such things? Why can't I be safe in a state that is supposed to be the most secure in the country? Who has given the right to make us feel afraid all the time?
We all live in fear consciously or subconsciously. Whenever I go cycling down a dark alley, I am scared. Whenever two men on a bike cross me slowly staring at me like they've never seen a girl before, I am scared. I am frustrated with the restrictions on us and the constant fear. The fact that one evening two years back I had to push a man off his cycle once when he'd tried to harass me scares me every time I cycle down that area. I remember how I was completely frozen with fear and had cycled as fast, shaking within. 

Silence is not an option. This is our right, we study equally hard, we earn as much as men, we are meant to party, to wear whatever we feel like, drink as much as we want, and damn well to be there fearless on the streets at 1 am at night.

Hoping for a changed new year,
SAM B.