Stormed In

Pit, pat, whoosh
A tingle on the tip
On the tip of my nose
A signal transmitted
To the one who knows
A sign, if anything,
It’s time to go home

Pit, pat, whoosh
And a tick tock tick;
Joined in harmony
For an experimental collaboration
For an hour or three
Drumming away
Keeping time with me

Pit, pat, whoosh
And an electronic beep!
Keep indoors they say,
As much as you can keep
Now on your telly, or old fashioned cathode-ray:
There’s a storm out and about
And it’s here to stay

Pit, pat, whoosh
And the rustling in the fridge
Make sure you got supplies!
Ice creams are for winters,
Ice creams don’t lie!
But don’t get carried away,
Get work done before the power dies

Pit, pat, whoosh
This is getting a bit repetitive,
A bit scary and boring
The rain just hasn’t stopped!
It’s been pouring and pouring,
The background while I sleep
It’s an indoor morning, and not one for exploring

Pit, pat, whoosh
Bleep bleep bloop!
Cancellations and censored swears,
Barred indoors there’s boredom and panic
Of which I’m quite aware
Looking out the window
With a sigh, a frown and a stare

Pit, pat, whoosh
More like a single long droning sound
And the whirring of cogs,
For I’ve found work to do
Indoor days needn’t be logs
The sound’s quite relaxing honestly
And there are books and books to hog


We genuinely do have storms, and their main risks are becoming annoying, and freezing. I have had to cancel stuff indeed, I suppose WordPress must be my sole support for the weekend. And computer science. Lots of readings. It’s surprisingly really, because I’m convinced computer scientists don’t know how to read anymore. My class and I are living breathing proof.

Have a safe weekend!

Hide And Seek


It’s been raining all day. After a pretty uncharacteristically and suspiciously sunny Tuesday, the skies have shown their true colours today: grey.

I don’t know if we should be worried about incoming alien attacks in the near future, because that right there is the clouds having basically eaten the CN tower.

I don’t know of an attack on anything more Canadian than that.

Except maybe the winter and poutine. (But you’re expected to eat that, aren’t you? Yes, well, you’re right, not me, but other people in general.)

I don’t know really. Maybe I’ll be that person who teams up with the aliens just because they seem cool. At any rate, I’m not particularly worried about an alien attack. (No, it’s not true that I’ve been preparing for one for years, what gives you that impression?)

I’m just honestly kind of pleased with the picture. The tree provides a nice frame in a contrasting colour that would make design rule purists real happy. That frame is also the only way you’d know what actually the subject of my photograph is!

If you do really want to see a jaded, cloudy CN tower though, I may have a little something for you.

There. Now can we get a smile on this gloomy day already?

Still can’t wait for this week to end, because I’m going home!

First Spells


The rains are arriving, and they’re coming in waves and spells.

The first wave, was the heat. towards the end of summer, the weather goes from bad to unbearable, and that’s the first sign you receive.

The first monsoon shower, none too heavy, marks the second wave. Usher in a day’s relief!

The next wave, is a surf.
By that, I mean the roads are flooded and what proceeds to form is an inland wavepool. Only, it’s kinda not-so appealing.

Following that is a phenomenal wave. It’s when the television temporarily loses signals and the internet connection gets progressively worse. That’s really why you’ll have to forgive this post coming some 72 hours after the event itself. It’s really taken exponentially long to upload this.
[ To prove: Exponentially long
Given: Time taken to take pictures: half an hour
Time taken to upload pictures: 3 days
Proof:  time taken: 2^ -1 hrs
upload time: 2^6 +2^3 hrs
Somewhat, hence proven.]

Anyway, the next wave could baffle Sherlock– the utter disappearance of any sign that it had rained, nor any inkling that it ever would again. Except, Met still thinks it is going to rain. Real soon. We’re on the brink. They’re positive. They’re watching for it with more anticipation than the Spain-Portugal World Cup match tomorrow (I’m diversifying).

But I have proof that it happened. Right here.
And so I present to the jury, the first spells of rain!
(… please don’t ‘judge’ me.)

Let me know what you think of them!


The rains at work
Bubble, bubble bubble…


The famed drainage system at work. Fortunately, it makes for a good-looking close up!
A quicker frame can turn the day into night
More raindrops-on-leaves.
Raindrops on flowers, for variety
I try to focus on a falling drop. The shutter speed isn’t too high though
More bubble, bubble
Faster frames are also darker ones. This is a mid-afternoon shot


Dripping leaves
Look who got caught out in the storm (?)


Slow shutter
Quicker shutter
Even quicker…
It’s getting darker…
And darker….
Almost there,
Freeze frame!
Even more so, but the point is lost.


That sky in the background, I kid you not, was a near white


More freeze frame


Decent zoom can make a concrete jungle look like a forest


Art student quirks: the highlights and shadows


Of All The Sunshiny Things…

I’ll admit it’s been a while. May does this to people. I simply lose all motivation to blog during May. Is it the heat? Or maybe a mental block? At any rate, with no more school to attend, I risk becoming a caveperson surviving on guttural noises to communicate if I don’t keep my writing up (… there. I’ve already forgotten what my gender’s called. See my point?)

With June having set in, I have no excuses anymore. As extra motivation, it’s begun to rain! It started with a strong—and very cool—breeze, and barely twenty minutes in, I’m on my first draft in a month. The things the weather can do!


I’m out to do something that’s been on my agenda for a long time. I’ve been nominated for a Sunshine Blogger Award by the awesome Shreya Madhusudan! She’s absolutely crazy about books, which is always a good thing in my books (see what I did there?), and her blog’s all about them! Catch her over on her blog

I’m tempted to reuse this wonderful piece of footage for my thank you speech.
I also find my nomination a bit ironic, because if anything, I should be nominated for a Dark As Pitch Black Despair award for all everyone has to put up with around me. But I don’t argue with it, I jump straight to the meaty content ahead!

The rules of this award are,

  • Thank the blogger who nominated you in the blog post and link back to their blog.
  • Answer the 11 questions the blogger asked you.
  • Nominate 11 new blogs to receive the award and write them 11 new questions.
  • List the rules and display the sunshine blogger award logo in your post/or on your blog.

So, been there, doing that! Here go the questions, and my answers (cracks knuckles, stretches neck muscles, realises that was excessive).

1. If you were stranded on an island, which book would you have with you (clichéd, but couldn’t help)?

Any book by Robert Ludlum would do, I’m not even particular. To write like that guy is a very high ideal for me to achieve as a writer!

2. If you had a time machine/turner, where would you go?

Bwahahahahahahha, karma screws. My answer remains the same, though: I’d go back to the nineties for the alt rock movement in America. Nirvana was long gone by the time I came around.

3. What is your message to a person who thinks books are for ‘boring, nerdy’ people (you’re allowed to be candid and rude)?

Hmmm… one part of me thinks them being cursed for life with shitty movie versions is satisfying enough. Another part of me sees heavy lightning outside my window right now and is getting… bad ideas. Nevermind me.

4. Are you more of a social butterfly or a little bit introverted?

“little” introverted?? This is a joke!
But seriously, I can talk when I have to… I think.

5. Favourite song on your playlist now.

Well, I’d normally cheat and say I’m listening to anything Muse, and that would be my favourite, but since you’re asking for what I’m listening to right now (and I’m liking it too), it’ll be Nightlife by Green Day.
Please don’t judge me.
(runs away and hides)

6. One dream spot you would like to visit (can be fictional too).

I’d really really like to go to New Zealand. I’d normally have had a conflict between there and Chennai, but I was there last week. And four years ago. Not that I’d mind going again!

7. Your comfort food.

Ice cream! Although, my stomach begs to differ.

8. Favourite ice-cream flavour : D

Butterscotch, any day!

9. Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

Orange chocolate! (I’m cheating)

10. Your favourite joke.

Am I allowed to say, “My life”? (although, that’s more of an answer for “the biggest joke”…)

And that’s about me!

Now my nominations, who really brighten up my WordPress reads.

  1. Sam
  2. Melody
  3. Non-Euclidean Sofa
  4. Bennettoblog
  5. Tonysbologna
  6. The Comic Vault
  7. Bunny
  8. Old Time Rock And Roll
  9. Kiwissoar
  10. MyStoriesWithMusic

Eleven questions from me, let the survey begin! (laughs evilly and then remembers 10 or so yet-unpublished surveys…)

  1. Which season do you prefer?
  2. What gets you out of bed every morning?
  3. (I’m stealing this question) What are you currently listening to?
  4. What’s a song you always skip but can’t quite see yourself deleting from your playlist?
  5. Harmonicas or saxophones?
  6. One random thing about you would be…
  7. How’d you rather spend a vacation?
  8. Would you rather have unlimited food (something you like to eat) or unlimited sleep hours?
  9. Who would you rather invaded the planet?
  10. Your dream prom dress?
  11. If tonight was your last night on earth…


Have a nice June!

Rain Fires

A chemic, comic horror story.

In memory of the umpteenth shower spell that’s poured down on my head just enough to lift my hopes for a rain holiday just to dry up with miraculous speed just in time for school, I’d recount a tale from a few months ago, about another incessantly rainy day, and of course, none other than chemistry.

It was a bad day.
To make it worse, it was a Saturday. We shouldn’t have been there in the first place. But we’d turned up for Saturday school, only about twenty one of our class of fifty, and it began raining.

That’s about when I arrived at school, in a bit of a black mood, having trudged up the staircase with a wet bag and wet shoes, only to find an empty class that suddenly did not look worth turning up for.

Within the next five minutes, I had rallied and got seventeen of the twenty putting their bags on their shoulders and ready to join me in our mass walk-out.

(Once you’ve gone inside the school building, you’re not supposed to leave, but that’s really only valid if a teacher has seen you for the day.
I’ve walked out before, you have to do it before the first period for the day begins.)

I lead my little ensemble and open the door to have our class teacher walk in.

So we’re not going home.
We’re sitting in a dim room doing calculus while it rains outside.
Only soon, it’s not just raining.
It’s pouring.

By the next class, the water begins to fill up the road like a swimming lane as we press our heads against the glass.

It passes, and we’re down to chemistry.
Chemistry had just become such a class, that the groans of ten people were as audible as the regular forty groans.

So of course our chemistry teacher walks in with a bright smile on her face.

I’m going to begin the chapter on amines, she says.
I’m going to complete the chapter on amines, she says.

Back up a sec, didn’t she just say we were going to begin today?

Of course we had just hear both of them right.

But that’s not possible, I hear you say.
Organic chemistry in a single day?
Well, that’s what I hear around me too.

But of course, true to the nature of chemistry, it’s all a game of very good guesses.

You should ge now why the smile on her face was so bright that day.

I don’t suppose you were told that you have two back to back lessons of chemistry today!
she beams.

And the sky dulls, lightning flashes across the sky, and the clouds further unload their bottled up feelings onto the earth.

Ten thirty we began (maybe).
Twelve o clock it is, and the dance between nitrogen and hydrogen goes on and on, incessant as the rain.
First the basic stuff, then it turns acidic, then takes a pinch of potassium salt, turns reactive.
Now we have a covalent battlefield, atoms and electrons fighting for the place and valency they deserve.
The rain is not letting up.
The chemistry is not letting up.
In fact, the rain doesn’t look like it’s going to stop anytime today.
Nervously, we glance at our chemistry teacher, furiously scribbling away at the board, with speed liquid hydrogen could fuel… goodness, did I just say hydrogen again?
I’m saturated.
So are the rest of my mates.
We give up that analogy.

Ma’am, would you take a peak outside, the water level’s rising.

I’m sure it is, she responds, finishing the last diazonium salt conversion.

Oh, well, while we’re stuck in here, we might as well do some chemistry, shall we! she concludes, cheerfully, as she rubs out the rest of the board and begins conversions of benzene diazonium salts.

The precious few seconds that she wasn’t writing!
And what’s worse, we weren’t even joking about the water rising. We couldn’t see the road anymore.
Our school’s at a low lying end of a road.

We ask her, don’t you think you should contact the heads and ask if can go home or something? If it fills up too late, we’ll get stuck.

She sticks the latter part to our faces with glee.

Weather matching our moods in here. Dark, gloomy and thundering over our notebooks.

And it’s getting wetter and wetter.
Whiter and whiter, till it’s hard to see the flooded road even. We can hear the pounding of rain on glass, on trees, on the roads (or whatever’s left exposed) loud and clear through the soundproof glass.

The class next to ours takes a break.
A break we’re denied.

It may be raining outside, but I think it’s fuming in here.
Ten minutes of hearing them talk and laugh and move around, all over our scrawled chemistry notes.

They return to class, and now there’s just the sound of pen squeaking on the board, and the deafening rain.
And the grumbles and protests.

Then something flipped.

There was a new sound to add to our collection.
An ear-numbing wail.
It’s pitch shoots up… and then falls.
And then it rises again…

The fire alarms!
In the midst of the worst Saturday weather that month, in the midst of what the pouring, pounding rain, someone had hit the fire alarms!

We picked up our bags and dashed out of the class, for at last, we were free… free of chemistry!
It’s surprising how sometimes the supposed scariest of the situations can leave you in the happiest position you’ve been in in hours.
Pure joy, trapped teenagers running out of a chemistry class, running to their homes, to freedom, running to…
A teacher.
Running to a stand still.

Wait, I’ve been in fire drills before! That is NOT what you’re supposed to do.

But she shakes her head.


Emancipated little chemistry students, trudging along back to class… there was no fire.

It was a hoax, or an accident, for those wondering.

In fact, we’d had yet another hour of Chemistry that day before we were allowed to go home. (And coming home with with shoes turned into buckets, immersed in water till the ankles.)

But what makes me shake my head in wonder is how amusing it was: three hours of chemistry made everybody forget their elemental science.

It was probably just an accident, but I’d like to think that’s how desperate we were then: enough to hit the smoke alarms in the middle of a rainstorm!

Wash Me Away

City rains: The rain, my friend, is blowing in the wind,
The rain is blowing in the wind.

Sums up today. It’s only been raining all day long. I woke up to a white screen outside my window blocking out everything beyond ten metres.

I went out this evening and stood in the balcony. It was a sad, dreadful sight.
As the sun began losing its fight for the day with the darkness, for once, we humans had no answer to the growing gloom.
Since, a as precautionary measure, the municipal corp had cut off the power to prevent any accidental electrocution in the storm, I faced a darkening city.

No street lights. No lights from windows of homes. No lights from cars, as except for the occasional car or bike straining its engine against the backlash of water, the roads of the bustling city were asleep, empty and soundless; the only sound was the deafening road of the rain hitting tarmac, or mostly, the surface of water itself.

The mighty metro, its clockwork movements, its disarrayed, haphazard movements, stilled and silenced.
The only other sounds coming were the occasional beeps from my phone, that mostly remained off, for battery conservation purposes (which is why my first reaction to the light returning was the make a dash for the nearest plug point), with messages saying ‘Stay safe’ and ‘Are you alright?’ and ‘Is everything fine?’.
Everybody looking out for everybody.


To make a wonderful day better, I was due to write my last exam, my computer paper, tomorrow.
(Does that explain my sudden disappearing off the face of the planet over the last month?)
Drat. I tried to study all I could till the sun set (and I won’t comment on the success I had), and in desperation, I definitely dropped a few hints… Synchronised swimming, computer coding, it was all the same after all, wasn’t it?

My sister chose to spend her day most productively. Daylight or night, she slept through it all.
Her first reaction when the power returned, after a few hours in the dark, was “Mmph, turn off the light.”

Daredevil, I realise, would have no trouble whatsoever in our situation.

Well, I’ve learnt my lesson.
Don’t take electricity for granted, don’t take a concerned friend for granted, don’t take your acoustic guitar for granted.
I’m heading out tomorrow morning for batteries, loads of them!
Apocalypse, here I come.

An Ode to the Rain.

Not only in response to the fact that summer is finally over and I reached school drenched, but because matches are soo dull without some right old rain to perk everyone up! Keeps us on our toes. Healthy stuff.

Change room glasses are frosting
With bated breathing
As the pleas of many
The rain ain’t heeding
Drama and suspense:
The rain’s succeeding
With minutes turning to hours
Overs are bleeding
Stick to your phones, ma’am,
Twenty minutes it’s exceeding
Boredom reigns
But the clouds still rain
Spectators’ money gone down the drain?
But oh, look there! Under the plastic sheets
Around that lower stand;
There seems to be some meet
Fans, join hands! And the drinks will flow
We’re here for the fun, and we’ll wait it if we have to
But will the wait be exceptionally draining
As we stand under umbrellas till it stops raining?
No sir, we will not, if that’s what you think
You’ve clearly never seen fans at stadiums do their thing!