With love,

Dearest Lakshmi,

"Friend - a person known well to another and regarded with liking, affection and loyalty." So it is defined in a dictionary. And I see it abides by what it defines.

‘Every person is a new door to a different world’. True to it, you are one such person whose impact mesmerized me to a new world, the world of blogging. Four years back, I started with my first blog; my very first inspiration was ‘An Amateur’s Attempts’. I began my blogging journey at a young age. I never received any feedback, on account of which I was prejudiced. But it was your encouragement that kept my confidence alive and I continued my journey. I say this from the heart; I love Brad Pitt, Rafael Nadal and many each for their accomplishments, but I definitely am your biggest starry-eyed fan and you top my celebrity favorites list. It’s because you’re the best celebrity I’ve managed to meet so far!

Your blogs, poems and everything you write are out of this world, perfect, flawless and inspiring. All your writings have a stupendous life in it. And of course you’re an amazing photographer, artist, and an ‘author’. I wonder how gifted your parents feel to have a doting daughter like you!

Everything you do is an inspiration to me. Reading all that you write awakens the writer in me. It’s your words that motivated me to pursue my blogging expedition which was hindered in the meanwhile. Ever since a kid I’ve always been fascinated by those Enid Blyton’s, Agatha Christie’s and Nancy Drew’s books and novels. But since time flew, books were promoted to blogs, and I’m into blogging, I’ve learnt tons of things not only from your writings, from you as well. You’re my role model to this day!

We make great amigos too. Maybe that’s because both of us love Tinkle, Harry Potter, painting, birds, nature and oh! So many more!

Today is a big special day, for you. So step out, bask your face in the feeble morning sunlight, let that cool breeze sweep through your face. Perceive that extravagant feeling of randomness, charm. You will feel beautiful, from within the inner. Finally, you will hear my voice whispering from nowhere “HAPPY BIRTHDAY Lakshmi”! You turn 21 today, so I wish that all the happiness will be yours. With a lot of hope that I’ve made your day, I wish you once again “Happy 21”!

With love,

Disha

The Anna Hazare Movement

A bright Wednesday morning, my routine began on itself as usual. I headed for college with no mood to listen to the boring lectures. Wednesdays always bugged me for the fact that I had only theory classes, boring too. While going towards college I noticed some students coming in the opposite direction, without caring I went to park the vehicle. “It’s a holiday today I guess” said the watchman. Without wasting a thought I sped straight home. “Oh! Anna Hazare is in Jail! It’s the Anna Hazare Movement!Its the fight against corruption!” I exclaimed

Back home, my friends gave me a call “It’s a holiday so can we drop in?” “Oh sure” I said.

It was the Anna movement at bay. The classes in colleges had been boycotted by other ‘patriotic’ students on this account. Gandhi Square, Mysore became a centre for this movement. It was filled with protestors, students, elders and others who supported Anna. “We want Jan Lokpal bill”, “We support Anna”, Anna ki jai” were the slogans raised. The atmosphere was indeed like Quit India movement relapsed, with the youth and the younger generation taking much zeal in it. The whole nation extended its support to Anna to carry out his fast. Candle-light marches, Bike rallies were organized on this behalf, and it showed a good response.

“This movement is just an excuse and the students are missing their classes unnecessarily” commented some people of forward mind. It was good to see the unity, the patriotic feeling that had now awoken.

But on the contrary, instead of supporting Anna, for the purpose which the holiday was declared, I accompanied my pals to plan an outing to make a good use of the holiday for recreation, which we lack these days. An hour later, I found myself at a café relishing a cold coffee on the sunny day. We did celebrate the Anna Hazare movement, but in a contrasting manner!

What I was, what I will be.

School to college is a drastic change. Such drastic changes alter the daily life steps. One will need time to cope up with the changes.

I stepped to college with such zeal and enthusiasm, of making new friends, a new environment … blah blah.Little did I know of what was going to happen? Never had I known that the zeal and enthusiasm was soon going to bite the dust.

I did make fine new good buddies, but my mind never tried to adjust to the atmosphere. “School is miserable” was what I thought back then at school. A few words altered the same sentence now-“College is much more miserable”.Miserable stayed where it was .My mind became sort of “college phobic”. But the “Friends-o-holic” thing did overcome it. Soon I got used to it.

Getting over to the new thing-“College does not really matter, tuition actually matters”. But all that mattered was my interest nothing else, although it was the thing I had lost for a time. I had no interest in studies or anything else. Just listen to what the lecturers blabber and open the books day before a test and waste the rest of the time became my new concept of life due to lack of interest. I did give up blogging, and most of my hobbies as well.

I finally did manage to wriggle out through a tough barrier and I’m half way through it already. Since I already know how the half of the path was, I can easily interpret the other half of it.

But for now I just wish that time will get a pair of wings or a pair of legs so that it would just fly or even run!