Ananya Chandra

Bear Witness

In Uncategorized on November 28, 2010 at 5:05 pm


A pen.

A piece of blank paper.

Weigh these words separately and each carries a weight that is almost meaningless. However, you string them together, and they have the power to outlive an eternity.

I remember I started out as a young little girl, who didn’t want to learn how to read. Till Kindergarten I couldn’t write my own name – a feat that had been mastered by all those tiny Wordsworths in the making. But then suddenly over the next two years, I was exposed to the widest and most enthralling variety of books that a seven year old could ever have dreamt of. Something clicked inside of me, as instantaneously as a camera clicks a photograph. With Secret Seven I wanted my own shed in the garden, obviously to put my sharp [juvenile] mind to work – who stole that piece of bread from the kitchen [sadly, in retrospect it was probably just my dog]? With Saint Clares I knew that boarding school – in the prefect, quaint English countryside – was my calling. The arguments that I had with my parents were insane. A seven year old girl – who was obsessed with everything that didn’t quite exist – wanted to experience ALL she read. I probably drove my parents up the wall.

That, is the power I’m talking about. Obviously not the power to drive your parents crazy; but the power that is able to move you to feel something. Some people say that paintings and photographs have a power that can capture and enamour you completely; a power greater than that of words. At the opinionated age of seventeen, I beg to differ. Words are so strong that they can move masses of people together – an entire crowd is so moved by the compelling words of Wish You Were Here at a Pink Floyd concert that it sings along. Words have the strength to move you to tears – I wonder how many people in the world, cried at the very same moment when they realised that Fred Weasely was no more. Words are dynamic. They’re constantly swimming off the freshly printed [or yellowing and fragile] pages of a book, transporting you to places that you didn’t even know could exist. That, in my opinion, is the power of words.

Now, the more and more I think about it, the more I realise that this is what I want to do –  I want to write; not write just a blog that has no readers, but write so that my writing can help make a change, even if it changes just one person. Recently, I read this book called The Writing on My Forehead, by an Ind0-Pak author, Nafisa Haji. One thing that struck me about it, was this phrase she used so often – bear witness. It made me think that that’s what I want to do – bear witness to the things I see, and then write those things down. Maybe my words will be powerful enough to share with the world, the things that I’ve been a witness to. Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t been witness to very many interesting or life changing incidents. But then again, all the small things in life do matter. So maybe this is where this little blog of mine is going – hopefully it’s no longer going to be a journal of my boring life. It’s going to be more than that. I’m going to bear witness to things, and then share that with you, you sitting in some other dark corner of the world. And hopefully (as clichéd as this may sound), my words will bring light to your darkness. They’ll have the power.


Bad Day

In Uncategorized on November 26, 2010 at 2:59 pm

Today was possibly one of the most demoralizing days of my life, ever. No kidding. I don’t kid. I don’t really feel like writing this post, but I feel like I should. I’ve decided to be regular with my posts, with my blog. It’s a commitment I made to myself, and what’s the point if I can’t honour a commitment that I made to me?

So anyhow. My exams are round the corner. They begin in a week, to be exact – and I haven’t gotten any work done. So basically, I am screwed. I seem to be mentioning this a lot, because it’s one of the major things going on in my life I think. I’ve never been this scared about any set of exams. Actually, I’m not scared about actually giving them, I’m scared about the dreaded results. I guess it will be, what it will be.

Today, I went to school because I’m on the school editorial board (I guess the blog may, sort of explain that). Anyway, it was a waste of time. And it’s not like I didn’t know it would be a waste of time, I knew it would. But I went anyway because after school two other editors and I were supposed to go format the school magazine. Basically, the work we ended up doing at the formatter’s, I could’ve done at home, easily. It was the waste of yet another precious day. Joy.

Also, I absolutely detest how people are unable to keep commitments that they make; it drives me up the freaking wall. Not much I can do about changing the sentiment of the entire world though. I must go eat dinner, if I don’t want to be eaten up alive by my mother.

Under Pressure

In Uncategorized on November 23, 2010 at 1:21 pm

Exams are around the corner. I’m a junior. In India, juniors don’t really study much, because sophomore year sucks, and we study really hard then. But then again. I’m an Ivy League aspiring junior. And to think that I might fail some subject is very mortifying. Yeah, like that’ll get me to Princeton. JOY to the world.

My excuse for all this is that currently there is so much going on my life. Being a hard worker doesn’t really come easy. And boy, is that true. I have waay too much work, and it keeps me up at night, literally. Whatever happened to time management. Oh yeah, I happen to suck at that. Big time. My mom calls me the ‘world’s biggest post-poner’. It’s true, pretty much.  Like take right now as an example. I should be studying Economics, but of course Facebook is more entertaining. And of course, I had to think of writing my blog, today. Jeez, which seventeen year old writes a blog anyway.

If I don’t manage all this work (which I wont – way to be positive) I will probably die. Okay, I wont. But it’ll be the end of my life, metaphorically. No Ivy League, no becoming an Ivy League drop-out (I am constantly reminded that to become an Ivy League drop-out, technically I need to get in first), no becoming Bill Gates/Mark Zuckerberg. This is just what I planned for myself. Whoopee.

[I can’t believe I just said whoopee. All this garbage is messing with my head. Maybe I should go study.]