The Buzzing Neuron

When I was sixteen, life was about who looked the prettiest? It was about growing nails, painting them, eating oily and spicy from the vendors with no concern over hygiene, craving for the limelight, desiring appreciation and compliments and wearing fancy clothes. It was all about ME . Me in the NOW time with no visualization of the future. Life was easy. To me, grades were easy, money- moderately easy, and luck- didn’t ever complain. Evening with friends and night in deep sleep, morning with regular routine and afternoon random chattering - some self-generated but largely inspired by the social media.  When I turn back and look at that sixteen year old me, I see a brain fogged teenager, rather naïve. Nevertheless, life was fun. Ignorance was bliss.  When I was nineteen, I was put in a life-race. It was still foggy but I could see my opponents running beside me. The social current turned me to a direction based upon my academic performance and I kep...

Fierce she comes, Enters the hall with grace, Commands the crowd and turns into an assembly. Alarming she looks on outside, Softer she is in the inside, She senses their fear, the lie in their eyes, Remembers each one of them. Intimidated, few petrified, horror prevails, To those who fail to follow the right. The hall is darkened with this face of coin, Startled is the audience, and so is she. Astonished by herself at that time, Cautious she is, hiding her emotions, Sensible she is, farseeing the future. Alert is the hall, nobody dares, To each soul, she cares. No sleep, no talk, eyes wide open, Questions to each, rigors to some, Some say yes, some none. She likes the facts and the numbers, Figures dancing in her mind, the same she questions. Blessed she is, the queen she is, Prompt she is, more is her observation. Shares her knowledge, imparts her wisdom, A voice in distant, not mistaken, Keenly waited number, cuisine of h...