KhepiAri

As I was chewing up the back of my pencil during philosophy class today, I realized I have been neglecting my beloved blog past two months, I have no excuse that I was busy or didn't have time. To be honest I didn't get the right mood and topic to write about. Many things happened in my State in last two months but I refrained from writing about them as I did not feel it. Back to chewing pencil moment:- I also realized I completed one year of my Pink College Life. Now the blues have become tolerable, and the color pink is still not my Favorite. I look back one whole year behind me. Last one year had been very painful, ironical,paradoxical, spiritual and traumatic for me in the beginning. My friends went outside to study, and I came back from Delhi University, I had the great experience of joining three colleges at a go.. I remember the words I uttered to my sister when I decided to Leave Delhi - Beggars Cant Be Choosers, my best frie...

Any ordinary girl when starts frequenting her self with alphabets, in general meets fairy tales by the age of three. Though my childhood was no different I too loved fairy tales. The words "Once Upon A time" a classic piece of master wordsmith. They "Happily Lived Ever After". The hard work of Cinderella rewarded, the pure heart of Belle rescuing her love, Aurora sleeping ten decades for love,. The very common of tales I mentioned, few are tracing my memory the -Bengali Fairy tales with the twists by gods, all have happy endings. To be honest I still love Fairy tales, as soon as I stumble upon Andrew Lang's books I grab them. Though here we are met by different tales, its in Lang's book that I realised for first time Little Red Ridding Hood was gobbled by Wolf/Fox. Its then when I felt Fairy Tales were not always Fairy-some. Oscar Wilde opened my eyes with his twisted tales, which had fairy tale qualities and narrativ...

                Witch that resides in my heart becomes rest less every-time I loiter down the only bookshop (actually there are many,only two of them have readable books) in my Town. The witch again goes wild, when her stumbling feet walks down College Street in Kolkata. My every visit to Kolkata compels the witch to go there and I feel immense joy running down my blood vessels         I chanced upon Penguin  blogspot  about the modern methods of buying books how times have changed and how the writer feels about it... I was having personal thoughts to write about my evolution as a book addict , and the blog post  helped me to write my own..                  Being a girl I know shopping is the best therapy to distress soul, but for me book buying is the biggest therapy which irritates my family. I still remember my first visit to College S...

14th July 212 Life's art is wonderful- once silent, once crying, once happy, once twisted....  Month of July has been my personal Favorite.. This year July became even more special... The reasons Why July my Favorite.. 1. I was born on 14th July hence I share my birthday with the Historical Day- Bastille Day, stark beginning of French Revolution in 1789.. 2. My Mom was born on 31st July, Mom shares it with J.K Rowling.. 3. July proves that our mother-daughter relation was planned by God, hence both Mother and Daughter are rebels.. 4. My birthday marks the sprouting of my beloved season Monsoon.. It always rains on my birthday.. The Element Of Surprise.... Now how could my Elder sister let July be exclusive to Mom and Me... So this year on 5Th of July She got married.. So five reason make July the month of my life... So how was this Birthday Different?? Lets talk background first.. Well since the wedding was on...

paulOaries has created a record of travelling alone twice within six months .. Yes I did it again... I  traveled  by train to City of Joy ,,, At the age of eighteen I am proving every convention wrong set for me,,, I am Not that delicate as my family makes of me.. Today is  officially  Second Day of mine here.. But for me its Day ONE....  Today was my first taste of freedom, rather merchandising the concept  of " Being Alone" ( my deepest desire for last five years)...  so the mocking fate again proved me.. wrong!!!... I ended up penning few words in the notepad I was carrying with me....So here is the first hand reproduction of my thoughts I went through afternoon... 18th June 2012.. place some popular Mall... Here I am, all alone.. The Mall is babysitting me...To be honest I am not left A L O N E... But my elder sister has to go to office, and its too hot here to stay alone in her studio apartment...

Well my final exam has started, so couldn't  give the love my blog requires these days,,, But since I had some time so, thought of writing blog-post on my Obsession... (hence this blog post is going to be a separate page above   called Witch's Obsession).          When my, Mom told me the Story of Cinderella for first time... I can clearly remember, I was holding on to the Kings-man who went in search for the perfect match for the Shoe left in the ball... I kept irritating my Mom about the fact that Cinderella had unique feet size.. From that day I started my quest to find the Glass Slippers or The Fur Shoes.. But slowly the Obsession of looking at footwear worn by people has turned to clicking pictures of deserted foot wear and clicking my own footwears.  So I have put up Pictures of abandoned footwear, more will be added in future.. on the grounds of pink college at pink college pink college'...