Adrenaline.

adrenaline

əˈdrɛn(ə)lɪn/

One of the few words, I had trouble pronouncing as a child. I called it Ardenalin, if that even makes sense.

Adrenaline, the feeling of being high (not that I would know), the rush of wind against your face and above all sense of bliss.

Under usual circumstances, normal people (emphasis on normal here) derive the above mentioned adrenaline from physical activities like Paragliding, Para sailing, Zip lining and any other such activities. A numerous number of people in my life have mentioned how thrilling these activities are, time and again. Every time they said something along these lines, I just leaned back and smirked my usual way, like I knew exactly what they were talking about. Except for the small fact that, I didn’t actually know what they were talking about.

Being a couch potato and an overall lazy person, adrenaline rushes came to me in a different form. I had long given up on ever being athletic or even having the guts to try my luck at them. Hence I found my adrenaline rush in other forms. I should warn you here, I did NOT find it at the bottom of a bottle or in drugs, I found it in the most innocent of activities.

I found my adrenaline rush in the pages of numerous books.

I think it started with Harry Potter. I started the series a tad bit late, at the age of 10. But that did not stop me from finishing the then six series book within a week. I experienced a fast gust of wind and the sensation of flying. I felt as though the universe's secrets had been revealed to me.

It did not stop there.  My innocent tryst with adrenaline went on to a lifetime of reading and re-reading (when bored) and hasn’t stopped until now. There were times when I had to lessen the pace of my reading and warn myself to go slow and not inhale them all at once.

But this has been my only constant source of Adrenaline. Others come and go. There was the time I decided to climb on the highest tower I could find (turns out, I am afraid of heights), the time I decided to be rebellious to a teacher (that was a disaster) and finally the time I tried to be nice to everyone. (People gave me weird looks and started questioning my sanity).


What was your source of Adrenaline Rush?

I Have Been Someone Else for Way Too Long

I think this post is an Identity Crisis.

All I ever wanted to be called was by name. Albeit,my name never made much sense to me,I still would have been like to be called by it rather than the vastly expressive pronouns people used.

 It first started when I entered First Grade. They instantly assign a number to you and for the rest of the year thats all you were to be known as. This process continues till you finish schooling on varying levels of intensity.

Each day of school they have particular activities. But your turn at the activity does not come until your roll number does. Henceforth,everything you do in an academic year is determined by your roll number. And frankly its a little putting off because everyone strives that at least once they are recognized by their name

Personally,far more than a roll number I was known as Poornima's younger sister. It didn't hurt that much during the initial years. But when I hit the stage where I felt the urge to carve out my own identity,it became impossible to break out of this mold.

Most teachers in the 5 schools I attended, had high expectations of me,mainly because my sister did extremely well in her eleven years of schooling. To an extent, I too tried to achieve this. But after a point and multiple failures later,it became taxing. Pretty soon I stopped trying to be what others wanted me to be and tried to find my identity.

What I am trying to say here is probably this: Do not ever try to mold yourself to a stereotype or to expectations. Be what you want to be. Experiment if you are unsure. Venture out of your comfort zone,find your path and above all stick to it irrespective of what anyone around you thinks about it. This does not have to be specific age group. You can be old,frail,young,adolescent and still be unsure of who you are. What matters the most is you being true to yourself.

This was kind of a rant and it really helped me get things off my chest. I hope this an eye opener for those who need it and an inspiration for those who are on this path themselves.
 -Vaishali Ramesh

Promise to Return

Promise to Return 

When the sun goes down and the fires light

I will come and lay down by your side

We can talk in whispers all through the night

While we gaze into each other's eyes

  I can't promise to be here when you wake

from this daze, but you'll feel my love 

lingering and I hope you'll know deep in 

your heart that we'll meet again 

when the crickets come singing...

                              - Sanika Saxena

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