Work, work, work and more work was the motto of my day today.

A phone call with my college counselor, which rang as a strict alarm clock to remind me of college to come.

Skyping with my best friend, who was being his usual annoying self, which put me off to a worse off mood.


But the end of that call started it.


The conversation began to get really deep and I realized, yet again, how long of a story surrounds every person. I realized how much there is to a person and how you are not supposed to judge a person based on first look, or even months of friendship because everyone is fighting their own battle to conquer. Someone you think you know all round, you really don’t know their deepest secrets and their darkest fears; but when you do, you realize we’re all just blank canvases waiting to be painted upon.


This morning, I was at the school I visit every weekend to do the Hope Project. That strike of awe struck me once again as I watched the kids with so much of admiration and light in them; only waiting to be ignited. The happiness that they radiated was impeccable to even compare to anything, all because of the fact that I was spending time with them. A common girl like me, standing and talking to them, gave them that level of ecstasy and joy.


That beauty in simplicity stunned me, for the millionth round of my continuous strikes of realization. They continue to teach me that happiness comes in small packages, that cherishing the little things allows you to hold a bigger aura of brightness.


What hurts, however, is the fact that in that bunch of girl children, I continuously wonder how much I can really change. Change comes in small installments and I believe I’m doing all I can; but while reality does hold, those pinches hurt me when I factually find that half of these children that I share a personal connection to are sexually abused. More than half of these children have fathers who come home drunk, spend the mother’s earned salary on poker games or engage in domestic abuse. Yet, these warriors, ignorant of their traumatic happenings in their sole lives, continue to hold that shield up high in the air and emit those precious smiles.


Here I am, with my grandiose life. Yet, another ray of realization and another stem of reflection. I am so lucky to be where I am today. I might have my own set of problems, my own set of expectations. But at least, I have a family who loves me at heights beyond measure, the greatest friends I could even ever dream of asking for, my precious doggy, a book to write on, a home to sleep in and a heart which gives out and receives more love than it could ever even hold.


All these problems that we face throughout every stage in life, are only written in the sand. They’ll wash away with time. I can’t wait until the day we all grow up.

After college.

After marriage.

After having beautiful kids.

After watching them grow up.

After becoming grandparents.

After sitting down in my rocking chair, sighing to myself.


Thinking about how insane of a journey it’s been.

Thinking about how far we’ve come.

Thinking about how we all made it through.

Thinking about how we’ve done it.


Because at the end, it won’t matter about that grade or two you missed out on, or that college you couldn’t get to go to, or that flawless face you were envious of. It’ll just be about how you lived and how you let live and how much you’ve loved and how much you’ve been loved.



I walk down to the banks of the river with my trembling legs as I fall to the ground. I look at my reflection in the stagnant waters; to have a seemingly permanent smile on my face on the exterior. I blink, take a deep breath and splash water on my face as I look back at my reflection.






My true self is different. I seem to be poised and mentally stable. A girl who doesn’t take pressure to the heart, and pleases everyone along the way.


But reality isn’t ever what it seems.


Real colors begin to paint my image, when I have to leave the materialistic world, judged by appearances and the numbers I score. I stop and sigh more than many times, to convince to myself that I’m doing okay. That I’m still on track and still close to being as perfect as can be.


But that’s when I flash reality.


No, I’m scared of what’s to come.

I’m terrified of my flaws.

I’m petrified to face failure.


I’m a girl, lost in her own little obstacle course she constructed for herself.


She’s lost.

She’s insecure.

She’s waiting.


School only seems to be pouring down work over work. But school isn’t really problem. With proper organization and no procrastination, she’s on her way to do great. It’s the other ties; college is coming closer. Applications are on a deadline. Questions about “her numbers” seem to pop up every now and then. Family seems to deal with her frustrated self; they don’t seem entirely happy, but they’re coping along adjustment lines. She’s not happy, she feels like she’s a contributor to destruction.


But is she?

No, people tell her different.

But does what people say really matter, when she doesn’t believe?


Stuck in the battle within herself,

She looks in to the water one last time.

That shattered image begins to halt its destruction pace.

She stops before she can let it settle.

And off she goes, still trembling off to the battleground.

Medical Camp!

72af2-107It was a bright, sunny morning on August 2 when the IBDP XII students of Oakridge International School, Newton Campus set off to set up their annual medical camp. With excitement and apprehension in the air, the students ran around, dividing themselves into groups to carry out a variety of charges and tasks. Tents were to be set up, doctors were to be assembled, medical equipment and medicine were to be gathered, by the time the people of the village would come to the venue.

Proactive in their mission to serve the society and give back to the community, the students welcomed the members of the locality with warm hospitalities and interacted with them to identify what medical issues or problems each of them had. Doctors ranging from ophthalmologists to dentists aided the students in carrying out their project. Upon contact and assessment of the doctors, medicines were voluntarily handed out to the patients.

Mounika Yepuri, one of the contributors to the camp, says, “It was a wonderful opportunity to have a hands-on experience and be able to apply our textbook knowledge into the circumstances of the real world, challenging us to think differently.” Thaman Chilukuri, another partaker in the initiative, says, “It was a fantastic experience. Apart from being able to now find out the medical issues arising in my own community, I was able to be part of an initiative that helped me rise from being an individual to be a part of something bigger”

The annual medical camp has, once again, helped provide the students with an opportunity to serve a greater purpose. With ideas, prospects and projects orchestrated by enterprising students all over the city as such, Hyderabad is awaiting a surge of young leaders in the near future.