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A Love Affair!

2011-11-10T09:54:00.001-08:00

A love stream flows down

The shiny locks of a woman.

The sublime love affair begins

As the locks continue coquetting.

And there goes a man’sheart

Bludgeoning down.

She plays a tune on her hair

With papayas, yoghurt and honey.

As the sweet fragrance there

Sits up as the crown adorned.

Beware! Oh, poor souls!

The magic will only surmount.

She braids them to lure

A prince charming already allured

By the beauty, so pure.

Then moulds them in a bun

Just so you don’t forget

She’s a woman of substance.

Such is the beauty of hair. It can make jaws drop. When windplays with that crisp little strand of your hair, have you wondered how pulserates go seemingly up at the other end. When you, oblivious of the world, letyour hair dance at your back, have you wondered how many souls dance to the tunesplayed by your hair. Ever wondered how telling these wonderful, long locks canbe! The love begins right then, right there!

My Wow Hair Moment!

Aryan: Wassup withthe bird’s nest?

Me: Thought Ishould give it a rest!

Aryan: Thank God!

(Stillthanking heavens)

Me: Nope! ThankDove!

Aryan: What’s theirmagic potion?

(Devilish smile)

Me: With a touchof gold,

Dove Insta Oil is their new creation!

(Wink)

Aryan: And hence youfell for the new crazy sensation!

(CrazyLaughter)

Me: Go to hell!

Aryan: Sister! Your hairhave never looked this great!

ThoughtI should tell!

(Walksout of the room)

Me: (toothysmile)

So, Thank You Dove!!

And this is my entry for Dove- Love your hair and it loves you back !!!

Eight things you must know about Jammu & Jammuites!!

2011-10-09T13:28:00.000-07:00

In the past few months I got to interact with the people ofthe length and breadth of our country (thanks to a string of tests). The wholeexperience was exhilarating. Seeing people from so many cultures together is analtogether different experience. I could seriously sit down for hours and watcheach person, the way they talked, the way they expressed themselves, thepeculiarities, but obviously I didn’t (didn’t want to give wrong ideas aboutmyself, considering the fact that these people from different regions weremostly girls!!!!) But the most peculiar thing was other people feeling the sameabout me (the people of different region for them) and what caught my attentionthe most was while I always “maintained a decorum” while watching thesepeculiar people, they didn’t. They would openly stare and pass comments, somewere obviously pleasing (Thank God for making guys!!!You know how we loveattention!!! And especially if you tell us that people from our region are mostbeautiful, why wouldn’t we bask in the glory!!!) while others were outrightderogatory remarks. Apart from pleasing and not-so-pleasing remarks were theremarks that spelt IGNORANCE!!! So to all the people who pleased, I take a bow,Thank You Very Much! To all those who blurted whatever crap, I don’t reallyseem to care! But this post goes out to all the ignorant people. I can totallyhear many saying a big Blah! I don’t care!! But trust me, if you are one ofthose people who switch into a sweater as soon as you cross Pathankote on yourway to Jammu, in summer, you seriously need to care!!

Whatch???
Just because I said I'm from Jammu & Kashmir, do you have to watch me like a JERK with eyes and mouth wide open...Seriously, how do you manage to look so scary...is all I want to ask you!

Art thou a terrorist?
"Aatankwaadi"!!!!! Did you just call me that? Are u kidding me, you ignorant woman with a pea-sized brain??? We have been victims of terrorism and we don't show pity to these crooks, not even of the size of your brain!

It's an earthly distance, folks!
Do you know Jammu is 362 miles far from Delhi. I heard you talk about your escapedes to Goa from Mumbai...I can bet all my money that you didn't know that Goa is as far from Mumbai as Delhi is from Jammu! So why behave like we've descended from outer space!

The snowball is coming at you!
It doesn't snow in Jammu, for the nth time (I've lost count of the number of times i've told this to people!)

We are very Special!
Yes, we belong to a state with a special status. But do you even know what Special Status means? It doesn't make us feel any special but just hampers our integration with the other country. So, lady, take this Special tag, if you want! I don't seem to care less!!

We look like just one of you!
Yes, we do! I don't know if you were hoping to see a 'Hoor-Pari' but we aren't much different..Some girls from our region are very fair ( Racists!!) but sorry to disappoint, on an average, girls look very much like all other from North do!!

We too have a life, people!
I know you expect us to have come down from mountains...Your IQ has been exposed by now..So, I know what exactly are you thinking...But again, no! We don't live on mountains...yes some tribes do but Jammu's a full-fledged city....not crowded or complicated like a metro....but a nice, quiet place to live in...Just to add to your information, Jammu's a city of temples!

Jammu is NOT Kashmir!

Well, if you'd known this, I wouldn't have to type this post! It snows there!! There are mountains!! They look a little different with the different dresses (firans) that they wear!! There are those absolutely flawless fair-skinned people!! But even they are not terrorists....Victims, they are!

That's all I have to say!
Thank you!

And here's a visual treat of the place called Jammu!!

A bird's eye view of Jammu city

Jammu- A view at night

Beauty Dazzles!

2011-06-05T18:12:00.000-07:00

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder.

That means in a world of billions of people, possessing a pair of eyes each, the count of definitions of beauty are twice the population of the world. If one man is bewitched by the pleasing face of a pretty woman, the other is tantalized by the seductive looks of an enchantress. If one man is allured by the classiness of a stunning woman, the other is enticed by a delightfully adorable girl. A woman may find herself prepossessed by a man’s striking anatomy, while another may be captivated by his wit and humour. The interpretation of the classic noun ’Beauty’ becomes even more enigmatic from the fact that a person rendered beautiful in one part of the world may not appeal to the masses of another. But beauty is and should not be effervescent. The countenance of a person may not remain beautiful all his/her life but like they say, “Some people, when they grow older, simply move their beauty from their face to their hearts.”

Physical beauty is relative to space and time, while real beauty is absolute. No matter, where they go, how old they are, beautiful people stay beautiful. Physical appearances often camouflage the person de facto but real beauty does not walk in disguise. It does not rest within the confines of the beautiful person; rather it radiates and after sometime reflects back from every person who touches the life of the beautiful person because real beauty is in deed and not just the outer semblance.

1. A content man is beautiful.
Fulfilment leads to contentment. A heart full with joy of attaining the level set by the man himself radiates beauty.

2. A successful man is beautiful.
Nothing appears more spectacular than success. The brilliance of a successful man not only illuminates his own soul but many others touched by the warmth of his luminance.

3. A truthful man is beautiful.
The most striking feature of beauty is its rarity and uniqueness. What could be rarer and more unique than a truthful person? In that case, I don’t mind calling an Anna Hazare beautiful!

4. A dutiful man is beautiful.
A woman, whose call of duty begins with the break of sunrays, intensifies with the shortening shadows and continues till the stars form a cover of protection around the world is beautiful.

5. A compassionate man is beautiful.
In today’s rat-race where each one gears up every day to trample the other, the person who stops for a while to share a few words of compassion is indeed beautiful.

The shallow idea of superficial beauty is crass! Beauty is what leads to an insight into the heart of a person.
Come to think of a world where only fair-skinned, very-much-in-shape people would be respected! Whatever happened to the brains!!

To all the people pale, black, wheatish or brown,
To all the folks lean, obese, rickety or overblown,
To the mates disabled, crippled or thwarted,
Don’t lose hope, the world’s no theatre.
No inches of makeup, any masks could conceal
The soul and temperament in real.
Each one would be weighed on the scales of deed.
To a blemish here, freckle there, a scar and a bruise,
I couldn’t care less about toying with you!
I’ve spread beauty, played my part and I bid adieu.
I’m leaving with a Beautiful me and a Beautiful You!

In the age of liposuction, botox, silicons, if only clear skin, refined features and shapely body defined beauty all in all, the whole world could boast of being beautiful!
But the wizardry of cosmetics can never dupe the eye of the beholder to differentiate cosmetic beauty from Real Beauty because Real beauty dazzles in every space and time!

This article is a part of the Indiblogger and the topic is What does Real Beauty Mean to you?

If you like my entry, like it! :)

A Lost Wanderer

2011-01-26T15:15:00.000-08:00

Life is a B**ch, some say....No...a temptress, I argue!

The various ways to life forward have started to open now....But has life been simple, ever!!!????

I'm on crossroads...and things not getting any better.....there are umpteen number of ways that stand in front each boasting of its pros....And I, wondering if I'd been an optimist ever, instantly calculate the cons of each....

The road that I crossmarked, thinking I'm never going to pass now appears lush green on its sides, taken by many, so low on risks luring me into taking it this one time! I think I'll need an epilogue to the Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken"as a take into what people do when encountered with such crossroads!!

Time's running fast...and i'm still lagging behind it....Will I be able to catch it ever( in time!!! )...still remains a mindboggling question to me!!!

P.S. The reason I bugged you with this post is that d good news is that I got placed in two companies together.....and the not-so-good-part is that I wasn't even aiming for it....I need to FOCUS!!!!Gawd!!

God save all from taking decisions!!!

2011-01-04T02:31:00.000-08:00

Decisions

Depreciate

Enthusiasm

Culminate

In a maze

Stay

In perpetuum, leave us dancing

On pins and

Needles to

Sulk forever!

Presently, the condition looks like
"Decisions, decisions everywhere...
And the end of line appears nowhere..."

I've seen most people surviving them.....most probably, I will too....but what remains to be seen is how timely the consequences arrive and how well things shape up......

Peace!!!

Wishing all of you dear blog buddies, a blissful year ahead...
May there be less decisions to make and when they do turn up, may they be brought to fruition!
God bless!! :)

Show me the way!

2010-11-12T04:39:00.000-08:00

Every night I say a prayer
In the hopes that there's a Heaven
And everyday I'm more confused
As the saints turn into sinners

All the heroes and legends
I knew as a child have fallen to idols of clay
And I feel this empty place inside
So afraid that I've lost my faith

Show me the way, show me the way
Take me tonight to the river
And wash my illusions away
Please show me the way

And as I slowly drift to sleep
For a moment dreams are sacred
I close my eyes and know that there's peace
In a world so filled with hatred

That I wake up each morning and turn on the news
To find we've so far to go
And I keep on hoping for a sign
So afraid I just won't know

Show me the way, show me the way
Bring me tonight to the mountain
And take my confusion away
And show me the way

And if I see a light, should I believe
Tell me how will I know

Show me the way, show me the way
Take me tonight to the river
And wash my illusions away

Show me the way, show me the way
Give me the strength and the courage
To believe that I'll get there someday
And please show me the way

Every night I say a prayer
In the hopes that there's a Heaven!

Gosh....I just got goosebumps typing this....Not an oiginal...but will be back soon with an original post very soon!!!

Missed ya all, bloghearts!!!

I know I'm in delhi when...

2010-07-03T15:09:00.000-07:00

1. I get various types of pimples on various areas of my face the day I place my foot on this land...

2. When I lose my chubby cheeks, no matter what I do to prevent it.....Dilli ki garmi sucks the life outta me...

3. When my day starts not with a smile...but grrrrrrrrrr....60...59....58....damn these traffic lights!!!

4. When I return back home, my face is covered with 1 cm thick layer of dust...

5. When nothing can save me from cough and cold.....become immune to any sort of anti-allergants!!

6. Access to net becomes rare!!!

7. When every lil street tempts me to pick teeny-weeny stuff, no matter what...waise m not that big a shopping freak...jus lil bit stuff!!

8. Food to laajawab hai.....every variety is available...I love it....infact I'm back to being a nonvegetarian!!!

Jo bhi hai...Jammu ki to baat hi hai alag..Dunno why I can't like Delhi so much!!(like, generally people do) *scratches head, coughs and thinks 'Why?'*

The week that went by..!

2010-05-15T10:28:00.000-07:00

Sunday- Was my best kiddo friend's birthday...Loved the Ring ring Ringa..LOL!! Had fun...!! :)

Monday- Fought with almost everyone possible!! Not guilty of it..Served them right!! yay!

Tuesday- Tuesdays are boring..Nothing worthwhile happened..though yes....the only happening tuesday I remember is a Tuesday 20 years back when this world welcomed me!:)

Wednesday- Search of a song brought back so many memories...I thought then we were just having fun...I didn't know we were making memories...*sigh*

Thursday- Watched Badmaash Company...Loved it..not coz twaz gud but rocked it with friends..We gave 'Jaan' to the movie!!:D

Friday- Discovered tonnes of litter lying hidden in my room...Realised how right my mum has been..Damn..Should have tried cleaning earlier..A stitch in time saves nine made some sense then!!:|

Saturday- Finally shifted to a new apartment..Will miss Home sweet Home!! Will miss my broadband connection!! Will miss my very own bedroom...I like no other!! Will miss so many more things I would rather not reveal here!! N this new one welcomed me with a sleepless night..owe it to bad electricity..mosquitoes as an add-on!! *grrrr..*

Will someone please sing Patience for me???

This painting doesn't relate,,does it?? But i just loved it..!

Need a lilttle patience, yeah!!
Just alittle patience, yeah!!
Some more patience, yeah!!

Mommy Dearest....!!

2010-05-08T22:14:00.000-07:00

I got this thoughtful message to start my day with...

Human body can bear upto 45 del of pain..
But at the time of giving birth, a woman feels upto 57 del of pain..
This is similar to 20 bones getting fractured at the same time..
Love your mother till the end of life..Happy Mother's Day!

Won't I salute a woman so gritty, undaunted by any obstacle in her life..fighting against all odds...suffering, and still sustaining life!

If I'm able to become only 1% of what you are Mumma...I'll become a brilliant "human being"(..Minus jokes or Makhhanbaazi) :)

Give me the strength to endure like you do..
Teach me to love without bias like you do..
Hand over to me that patience in inheritance..
Take me to the heaven of your calm smiles..

I can never have enough of you...May be I'll never say that in person but I'll make you feel how special a place you hold in my life once in a while...but one day I'll make you PROUD and i promise that(like you say, a gentleman's promise it is)!!

Loadz and trucks full of love and more...Yours truly!!:)

Goodness Gracious! When I saw you first....

2010-04-30T11:05:00.000-07:00

‘When I saw you first, I thought you were weird.
And now you are my best friend!’

No wonder this group was joined by my best friend on fb! On the first thought I was o_O but later it changed to :)...I have this tendency to give a weird first impression of myself to everyone…Like there was this new girl in our class who emerged from nowhere, while I was busy communicating through a hollow trunk in the playground and I stood up to say a random hello and ended up hitting her on her nose with my elbow…And my best friend, before we came to know each other this way, always considered me as a bully with ‘Fauji Beti Ka Attitude’, though she was the daughter of a Lt. Colonel and I, a civilian’s! One of my primary class teachers, with whom my bond grew really close later, told me that she initially found me ‘out of the world’, strange coz I answered everything with a ‘toothy’ giggle! That’s me…appearing strange to some, unearthly to others…thankfully, this first impression doesn’t end up being the last with people who get to know me better than strangers!

Dunno if it's the weird me only who thinks this way but actually all the people who we call friends today were once strange creatures to us too!! If I try and recall people etched in my memory forever...I remember...the one who painted the corridors of an Army School with the memories of that beautiful, yet funny double plaited ponytail….Another who had this brilliant hand famously called the ‘Polio Hand’ and her way of scribbling notebooks with strange pen strokes with a stranger hand! Then a lanky, studious Sikh guy (Need I say more? You know what these Sardar guys are like..hehe…No offence!) who was totally anti…and when I say anti…anti to the extent that we couldn’t stand the same ground and still were the best of friends! On starting a life in this college I met new people…there was one whose behaviour followed the sine curve response…I recognized her as once-upon-a-time belonging to a very Chaaloo group and when I gotta know her she was the sweetest, the most decent person I’d ever met…someone who won’t say a bad word for her foes and now she’s the most outspoken (Read ‘Muh-Fatt’) person in our group…Another who donned the title 'DON'for quite some time…and the other a fulltime ‘Noutanki-KI-Dukaan’ and not to forget the ‘Nervous-gone-Notorious’ ‘Lady’..and Ladies and gentlemen....The King Of Weirdos....Tuchi(He ain't no GAL...mind you...Am I right Lespo?)!!;) :P :D

I always thought "Unlike attract" but had forgotten the fact "Birds of a feather flock together"....*chuckles*
Imagine smug faces all around you, with no one to spread a contagious laughter around...Such an insidious thought..yuck...no!!! I can't imagine a world like that!!
Know what....
Weird is wonderful!
Wacky, weirdos are no wretched works of nature but the wonderful, wicked minds, with wisdom hidden ;)

I am a weird woman and I'm PROUD and Chetnajeet Kour Bawa...you reminded me of that!;)

I Dare You!

2010-04-27T12:47:00.000-07:00

I dare you to write something more useless and vaguer than this piece..it’s one valuable figment of my imagination! :P

Zizu (sweetly): Oye! Why are you looking so serious?

Zuzu (fuming, gives him a murderer’s look)

Zizu (calmly now): Tell me, if I can help you with something? C’mon tell me tell me! I’ll do whatever it takes to help you.

Zuzu: In thats case, listen! I gots up earlys this mornings to enjoy the early mornings breese.

Zizu: Wow! But what’s with those S’s?

Zuzu (eyes popped out of eyeballs): Shuts up! Dare you interrupts? As I opened my arms, smellings the mornings perfumes, feelings the mornings dews on my feets, a moment when all I coulds say was ‘Aah’, a crow peed rights in my mouths (pointing towards his mouth). Rights here.

Zizu: Oh! Did that taste bad? Was it sour, salty, bitter or like what? (Scratches head)

Zuzu (hits Zizu hard on his head): How does this taste? Anyways, I spitted and turned arounds to attend a phones calls. A girls on the other sides kept on askings for some SiSi, I tolds her I was SuSu and not SiSi and she abused me in 3 differents languages, out of which onlys one I could precisely makes outs.

Zizu (ROFL): You told her that?

Zuzu: As if it was nots enoughs, the traffic guy stopped me and asked for my documents. That’s whens I realizes I don’t have thems. Ands outs of frustrations, I says ‘Sucks’(Shuxs)! That wild morons holds my collars and smacks and whacks me. I slowlys slowlys reachs my office and here my stupids, good-for-nothings secretarys scaringly screams,”Sirrrs..! Yours pants!!” Thinkings I may have forgottens to do the all importants zipping jobs, I pulls her scarfs from her necks, out of desperations, almost strangulatings her in this attempts. And thats cocky girls doesn’t even understands my desperations and kicks my butts with her stilettos. Ahhh…it hurts to thinks about its!

Zizu: Oh..that must be embarrassing! Wasn’t it? I need to diagnose it. Tell me! You were all fine yesterday. What’s up with your lingo? Did you have something?

Zuzu: Nothings really! Last nights, I popped some stupids sissy pills alongs with some sodas and later dranks Enos to neutralize the acids in my bodys. I guesses theres a lots of Fissss in my body!

Zizu: Ands in yours voice-bocss toos! *grins*

P.S. This is a weird, wild imagination, I agree. But you needn’t scratch your heads. Just ignore! You really needn’t bother! : P

I’m feeling absolutely empty-headed, right now! That’s my mood for the day!

Need I say that? You might have guessed that, already!! : D

Random Ramblings!

2010-04-24T12:20:00.001-07:00

Life ,like the rolling of a die, can throw at you the best, the worst, mediocre, above mediocre stuff, the probability of each being equal….So why worry and contemplate…It will happen when it has to and how it has to…But is sitting back and flowing with the tide an answer to the challenge this life throws at us?

There comes a day you make big future plans, your dreams take wings and comes another day when you see a life coming to a tragic end, the unfulfilled dreams dashed alongwith…

A day when you plan ways to conjure a magical carpet to take you places and another when you magically fly away to the stars leaving behind your loved ones..

Life is strange, unpredictable, weird, nonsensical at times, and makes a lot of sense at the other..and I’m no antidote to it..I react back the same way strangely in my own weird, unpredictable, nonsensical ways!

“Life is a BITCH!”
Truly, aptly said!

Once Bedeviled by it ..
Activates the Insane you..
Torturous at times..
Cynical at others..
This Humbug called Life..

Peace!

19 goes 20!

2010-04-11T11:32:00.000-07:00

…And the extended birthday treat(10-11 April) comes to an end! Guys n gals…I’m 20 and it’s official, now that my blog profile mentions it too..!! Don’t ask me about what I’ve achieved in these 20 years coz then I’ll be left dumbfounded :s

Ask me what was special about this one, I’ll tell you anyway!

Firstly, for the first time in my life…It felt like just another day coming…No going gaga about what to wear, where to party, looking at the phone waiting for it to buzz incessantly, expecting gifts, counting the number of friends who remembered and the ones who skipped(intentionally or unintentionally!?!),no special feelings pouring out…No, not at all! A leap towards being twenty, nahi!

20 has a lot of weight..Is it normal to feel so? I haven’t been told that by anyone but somehow, somewhere deep inside, I feel an extra weight of responsibility! After having followed my heart, which refuses to chit-chat with me anymore, I knock at the jammed door of my brain, unused for a longer period..

At 20 with the heart of a teenager, brain of a dud, attitude of a dudette, the ‘Khatarnaak’ combination that I make isn’t just deadly, but as freaking daft as a brush!! Most say, “Grow up, gal!”…but hey I refuse to grow up…I refuse to listen to you…and I still accept to do what I wish to…So don’t bother!

Forgetful closed ones was a new experience, for a 20th birthday! :(

But some people in your life don’t want you to grow up ever, pamper you just like another fidgety teen, surprise you with the most usual tricks, which end up leaving you even more surprised…How did they manage to pull it off…Those simple ‘Hey I have to be back at home on time’, a swollen face telling things are not well, and the left ones accompanying you home...are a symbol of a surprise party planned back home…but you floating in the illusion of having become an adult now don’t expect such surprises to be thrown at you, do you?
And there follows a string of ‘obvious’ surprises beating all the records of special moments in one’s life..*sigh*

This post isn’t about telling you what kickass birthday this was but to know your experiences about how a 20-er must be…how did you feel after teenage bid its good-byes to you! Now whatever your experiences be, the one thing that I can say is that this feeling of being twenty or twenteen is indeed ODD! :D

Love At First Sight!

2010-04-06T09:29:00.000-07:00

‘It was a special day…a day meant to be full of surprises, extravagance, love and lots of attention, in the traditional sense of the word ‘SPECIAL’! But things had rather started on a usual note…that very morning melancholy, followed by the nasty noon and not-so-happening evening! But he, as always approved of whatever came his way, never a complaining look on his face…Complaints and he were the pedestrians of two opposite roads, which never met…’Special’ meant only one thing to him and that was her, a girl who was moodier than the moodiest of people…On ‘lucky’ days, she showered all her love on him, made him feel like the hero of her life, her fiddle-de-dee too managed to make his day..and on not-so-good days, she’d get so busy with herself that she didn’t even flinch from throwing a cold shoulder to him, as if she was an angel just landed from a fairy land. Her mood swings would have easily irritated anyone, but him. She couldn’t recall a day, or a moment when he acted peevishly, due to the tantrums she threw. He had given his soul into the relation; in fact he had surrendered himself to her.

It wasn’t that she didn’t love him much..but she could never match his love for her…He had never expected…just delivered. He had given his life to her, not an ounce of demand of any kind. When she was happy, she’d speak to him her animated stories, blow kisses and her happiness was enough to make him happy..When she was sad, she’d rest her head on his shoulder and spoke out her heart to him and he listened carefully….When she was irritated, she’d spill it out on him…It wasn’t a perfect love story, but the love kept on growing on both sides!

And could she ever forget it was LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT!’

You think I’m trying my hand on fiction…Hah! There are times when real makes much more interesting stories than fiction..and here I go with a true love story…The story which started exactly a year back for both, when Jaunty Anima made her blog and fell for it that very moment and the love between them has only grown!!

Thanks for standing by me through thick and thin, dear Blog!! I love you totally and madly…And could I forget your birthday…No…never….! Was busy throughout the day with some college stuff and you know how difficult it is to sneak out from that forest to make time for you, but don’t you know my heart beats for you..Love ya!! And a very Happy Birthday dear!!

And now to all the people who I’ve come to know through you….Karthik, Divsi, Sourav, Sugarcube, Isha, Destiny’s Child, Harini, Vandi, Sepo, Insignia, SG, Neha, Holy Lama, AD, Dhanya, Pramoda, Ekam, Chengdi, Baljinder, Gautam, mayz, Dee, NJ, Scarlet pimpernel and so many more I’ve missed out…and the friends I already knew…Su, Rahil, G, Mukul Sir…..Guys and gals…had it not been for you, I wouldn’t have sustained this journey..and I mean it…I made friends with you and reading your blogs and your comments on my blog became such a temptation, that only helped my love for the blog to flourish..Thank you all of you… You are the reason why this day arrived or else I may have left blogging already!!And now I only wish this bond of friendship between all of us strengthens!!:)

Love,

Jaunty Anima!

Foolish-ically Challenged, eh!?!

2010-04-01T11:31:00.000-07:00

Hey Happy Fool’s Month fools! :D In case you are not a fool, chillax…my blog isn’t reserved for normal humans only…you (foolish-ically challenged people) will be served too but spare this post for the normal ones only…excuse me, prithee! :D

This month is special to me in more than one ways, which will be unraveled gradually, as the month unfolds. So wait and watch coz the cat will be out of the bag anytime, sooner than later!

Ok..are you surrounded by fools? Foolish question, you think, huh? But hey..you are reading the most foolish blog of one of the foolish-est persons on the earth*Shameless grin*
Fools can be of many types:

Seemingly Wise Fools: Fools under the impression that no one wiser was ever born. Please don’t mock at them. They are suffering from a syndrome with no cure. So have mercy and let them be coz there’s no better cure than love and compassion.
Funky Fools: Anything funky is in, right? But funky fools are not. Know anyone who follows and preaches Funky-ism with utmost glamour, pissing off everyone in the company with their funky language, pjs, and visage. Well ffs, I puke at you and I hate you the most. It is again incurable and even more dangerous coz it’s contagious!
The Yedas and Yedis (to be pronounced typically in Tapori ishtyle): Yo man…this category can have so many subcategories but to cut it short, all the people who actually act ‘Shaana’ e.g. bullies, high-society-superior-good-for-nothing-forever-ranting-crybabies, the morons(refer to fake-attitude, though I personally hate the term fake attitude coz how can anyone fake it…attitude shows, isn’t it?). I request you to add to the list now.
Just-like-that Fools: Regular people…By regular, I mean the normal ones who are here, there and everywhere, who eat, drink and breathe foolishness, like you and me! If it were not for us, the world would be a dull, drab and boring place to live in. Cheers for all of us! :)

Well...this post is a plea for mercy to all the fools and if you yourself are one, mercy to other categories. I urge you to treat them well, but to each his own.

Let's join hands to make this world a better, and not a foolish place to live!! :)

Nefarious Nightmares!

2010-03-20T00:32:00.000-07:00

As a kid, I remember believing one could see what a person in deep slumber was dreaming of on raising his eyelid. Remember Tom and Jerry, where Jerry raised Tom’s eyelid to find him dreaming of cheese. And so I attempted this on my dad, only to be lambasted later. Dreams are funny, ain’t it! I’ve dreamt of becoming a school-girl again, of being a treasure-hunter, of meeting people, I couldn’t in real life and what not. And then waking up in the morning smiling at what I had seen. It feels you know what you saw but when you try to recall, you’re blank. All you can recall is itsy-bitsy moments, the faces of people or that horrific place you had never been before. May be, we would never be able to define what dreams are made up of and that’s what arouses interest in the mysterious stuff that they are!

And the ones – you running in a murky place and someone chasing you, bloodsheds and stuff you don’t even wanna talk about. I’ve woken up from such nightmares, the ones that make me feel unsafe, leave me uncomfortable to the extent that I feel like telling someone but you don’t really wish to bother anyone with your weird imagination, do you? I would get so scared that I made it a habit to sleep only after speaking verses from the Gayatri Mantra. In my early teenage, I was always wary of strangers. I got cynical if somebody followed me, even if he was on his own way. I still remember walking into somebody’s house while coming back from tuitions because walking across a dark street; I felt someone was following me, his pace equaling mine. The reason for this uncertainty, discomfort, and cynicism was the nightmares I had.

I’ve believed in dreams, they do come true! Really, they have for me. But I never had an experience of a nightmare transforming into reality. In fact, normalcy was restored in my attitude trusting that they were my weird imagination, may be an effect of the kind of books I read at that time. How do you expect your wild dreams to come true? By wild, I mean the ones which are meant to be a lil spooky, but when you wake up, you end up laughing at them.

I woke up on a fine morning in a guest house at Amritsar, where some friends and I had come after our exams got over. I told them about some crap I had seen, letting them know the extent of my madness. We talked and forgot about it, just like another free advice, taken and forgotten. Amritsar treated us well and we headed off to Chandigarh, which is the most ‘un-Punjabi’ly inhospitable city I’ve visited! No offence, but at least that’s how it treated us! Anyway, we were so damn excited about our trip, we knew it had to be a cracker of a trip, surely surprises awaited us! They surely did! That night we rejoiced like never before, with the set of entertainers that we ourselves were. In all the masti, only two things went wrong; we unbolted our door once to check who knocked from outside, only to find a drunkard who had lost his way and secondly, we didn’t bother to check if the windows of that room were bolted properly or not! We got back, back to our masti-licious mood! Around 2, we were damn tired and were all lying in one part of the room or the other. Silence fell, unlike our surroundings usually. In that unusualness, I saw a hand making its way in through a window and ripping apart the curtains. Not having the faintest idea of what it was about, we screamed and shouted for help, running towards the door which refused to unbolt. When finally it did, someone ran towards the reception, calling for help, another knocked the door next to us, while others maintained their calm, investigating the surroundings to find who it was. Hell broke loose in the hotel. Almost everyone had heard us (Imagine Five girls Screamingggggg!!!)

After all the investigation, we somehow knew it was one of the drunkards in the room behind our block. We checked our windows then, they were unbolted but there was no way the guy could have come in, thanks to the grills! But at the spur of the moment, we had thought someone would be in and all weird thoughts struck us like lightning. What if we unlocked the door to find another set of weirdos waiting for us outside? Damn, that was one helluva night but what I’m never gonna forget is “Paanch Ladkiyan, Wo Bhi Jagi hui, Aur Sirf ek haath, tch tch!” I know that’s sad but trust me, we couldn’t really help ourselves, we were so damn scared. And the previous night I had dreamt of the same, which made it even more frightening, the only modification being the guy had managed to sneak in, in the nightmare.

I’ve lost it, re! Dunno how to get rid of them because you never know when your worst nightmares may come true!

Has any of your nightmares come true? I’m curious to know if there are any psychos like me!!

P.S. I got this Blogger Buddy Award from Dee. The condition is pass it to 5 blogger buddies. Ok I have more than 5 blogger buddies.. So here goes....

And I pass it on to Divsi, Isha, Karthik, Vandy, G, Skywalker, Sukriti, Rahil, Pramoda,Destiny’s Child

And I Am Still Relaxing!

2010-03-16T09:46:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time I was as carefree as a free bird,

When my flawless flight couldn’t be hampered,

When anyone, but a crook was greeted with a smile.

When I said and meant it, I promised and did it.

When I never had second thoughts,

When sailing away with time was my favorite ride.

When people’s brains were my favorite icecreams(I chaato-ed the brains of people)

When ‘Pata Hai?’, ‘Guess what?’, ‘Aree it’s in the air’ was my favorite news.

When hearing about happy stuff got me dancing to glory.

When I was much more than what they thought I could be.

And now my life’s taken a U-turn, much to my dismay.

I’m still free but my wings cease to make me fly.

I smile and then look at them to confirm if they took it genuinely, like the way I did.

I say and I never mean it, I promise and never do it.

Sanity and insanity don’t make any sense to me.

And now happy moments are dulled by the intensity of my inner dullness.

‘I’m pretty messed up’ is all the news I have.

I have still not figured out if I’ve lost something in the way.

All I know is that I don’t need anything, it’s just another mystery.

May be there’s something wrong in my head.

Come what may..but hey I’m still relaxing!!

Hey! Don't bother! That’s random random Meeee!! It’s been so long…I’ve missed this place more than anything…And now I’m back to my writing-cum-reading spree…:)

Breathing for her breath...She!

2010-02-14T21:59:00.000-08:00

Curled in her bed with a book on her side....

She plays with her locks, lost in deep thoughts

She had fallen in love and her life eversince had been a joyride..

Never did she contemplate tomorrow, engrossed in fun of all sorts..

The train of thoughts cease to come to a halt..

Making her reminisce the day they tied the nuptial knot..

They had held each other's hands and walked every step in unison..

Those holy promises and the holy fire were a mark of benison..

He had said," I vow to take care of her, pamper her, fulfil her needs..

Trace her footsteps and be along forever, protect her in my embrace..

I'll never embarass her with harangue, I'll keep her happy forever!"

Inside, she grinned sheepishly, and said a virtual 'Amen!'

Her emotions outwitting her control, a tear rolled down her cheek..

Another memory came in foreground while the emotional outburst had reached its peak..

The day she revealed that she was in a family way..

His happiness knew no bounds, he held her like a kid and that was her besttt day..

All of a sudden, a harsh reality struck her like a bolt from the skies..

Whatever the memories be, the outcome of their test on the plateau of love was not nice..

Though sanguine in true sense, she was slowly and steadily losing her sanity..

She had lost support from all sides and her situation demonstrated pity..

She stands up with her long locks on one side and walks in front of the mirror..

With eyes swelled with anger, a questioning look on her face, answers now clearer..

Weren't those promises, those amorous talks nothing but moonshine..

Fighting her tears, she looks at her tresses and picks up a comb..

She's the mother who carries the burden of a baby daughter in her womb..

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Hand one is dealt!

2010-02-11T12:31:00.000-08:00

“Hey, Savvy!! Time to go,” Ujala cried.

Tears welled in Savera’s eyes thinking of having to live in an alien land, with alien people, leaving the only place which she had ever called her own. She’d miss Amma’s food, sitting in her lap while her aunts’ n uncles teased her with “Amma Ki Chamchi”! She stood up to have a look at her room dearly beautified by her with her paintings, thoughts penned by her and the giant poster of her favorite cricketer. She recalled tripping off the chair while pasting it on the wall. Reminiscing, she got a nostalgic fit of laughter only to be disturbed by Ujju.

“Di, what are you doing? They are waiting.”

Relatives had gathered in the balcony to bid adieu to the apple of their eye. After all, she was everyone’s ‘Laadli Savera’. Only this time they faced a dilemma about being happy, to be or not to be.

Savera adjusted her dupatta, took deep breaths and got ready to leave, but a knot tied in her stomach. She called for Ujala.

“Tell them Di’s doing last minute preparations. Will be coming in a moment or two. Ok, run now!”

“And listen, Ujju! Di loves you. You know that, don’t you?”

Ujju turned back, feeling the urge to hug her, fighting tears; she just nodded and went away.

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Savera, with tiny eyes had always been a studious-type, known all over the campus as ‘Chashmish’, teased with the slogan ‘Miss Chinese Japanese, give others a chance to top please.” But she never retaliated and eventually got used to passing remarks. Madsie, the only friend in college complemented her perfectly. While Savera was the reserved and shy kind, Madsie believed in living life king-size. They became each other's ball and chain. At least that was how they were teased by others. Madsie freaked out and Savera calmed her. Always ready with her witty comments, Savera did all she could to avoid an upheaval because she was sure of such a condition if ever Madsie was let free to do her way. She was the fire while Savera the water to put out that fire.

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Now the shadows of the past had filled Savera’s room. She perspired, her heart racing fast. She started stuffing useless stuff in the almirah furiously, quickly as if trying to divert her attention to something else. She didn’t want this. She had moved on. Past had passed, the present was here and a beautiful future, the one she had designed for herself for her true love’s sake, awaited her. Then why, no!

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Savera was sitting in the extreme corner of the college library, her niche from the last two years of her college life, engrossed deeply in her book when Madsie came around excited and said enthusiastically in one go,” Hey, Ms. So-not-Interested-in-What’s-up! This time you’ve got to be really jumping because you know what, eh, how would you know, Gawd! Ok, so Jal the band is coming to perform in our college. I bet you can’t believe that! Can you? Imagine Jal, Farhan, Shazi, Audi, tomorrow, 7 p.m... I’m already getting goosebumps! Oh ho ho!! Hello!!!! Are you listening?”

Savera seated opposite to her listened attentively with hands crossed under her chin,” What do you think then am I doing?”

“For heaven’s sake, at least show some thrill or delight, at least some expression, after all it’s Jal we’re talking about. That uninterested countenance you give reminds me of your face on hearing about the preponed Chemistry exam.”

“Amma and Appa won’t approve of going for a concert at night. Do I have to epitomize the fact every time?” Savera grimaced.

“And that loser I see, is that Savera? Please testify. Why don’t you let me talk to your parents once?”

Savera rose up to leave. Madsie followed.

“Submissions are taking place. My papers are complete. Should we go then?”

“Shut up, you chicken! Tell me, nah!”

“In vain!”

Savera bumped into a guy, who retaliated, “Hey, Chashmish! Your second set of eyes not working, eh!”

Madsie came forward.

“No Chichhore! She closed all of hers to avoid the sight of a chimpanzee. She’s scared of chimps, you see?”

Savera caught hold of her and left the library.

That night, apprehending a lot of drama, Madsie visited Savera’s house to talk to her parents and as if, till date they had been waiting for Madsie to turn up, they agreed on the first proposal. Savera’s Amma commented, “I always tell her to go out. Wonder why she doesn’t?”

Savera looked at her mother, not knowing whether to counter that comment she gave or hug her tightly. She finally bargained with a ‘Thank you, Ma!’

Madsie and Savera followed the rule of the thumb, hid their thrill in front of them, and acted normal, listened patiently to Amma’s theory of ‘A Suguni Girl’, promised they will be good and later, in Savera’s room rejoiced. It was Diwali, Christmas, Eid or whichever festival, you name it, for them. They hugged, jumped, and went red with delight. Yes, Savera was thrilled that day.

The day turned up, the day of Jal’s performance. They reached much before time to occupy the seats, closest possible only to find much exuberant people already sitting, waiting for the performance to begin. They somehow managed two seats in the seventh row in extreme right of the auditorium. Clad in a combination of brown and black suit, Savera looked elegant, an angelic beauty, indeed, because never, had anyone seen her with her spectacles off her eyes, locks left loose to sway with the flow freely. None of the guys could have imagined in their worst nightmares getting bewitched by Savera’s beauty and there they were, that day, not being able to get their eyes off her. In fact a sleazy guy came near her and barked,” My heart just skipped a beat!” Madsie, looking as graceful as ever, in a maroon-red kurti and black skin-tight slacks, did what was enough to scare him. She looked at him with eyes popped out of eyeballs.

The show began and the crowd cheered. Every transition sent the crowd in frenzy. Aadat faded and Boondh started playing in foreground and then Wo lamhe and the audience roared. The spectacular show came to an end with a standing ovation from the spectators. Savera gleamed with joy while Madsie left to have a glass of water. Her throat was sore with yelling her heart out.

Before Savera could come out of the reverberations of that evening, of how she owed that wonderful evening to Madsie, someone else scared her into reality. A guy, looking dashing in his blue shirt with checks and black pants, a killer physique stood there with arms folded. Savera looked at him disgusted as if knowing the next word going to pop out of his mouth.

“Hey! You look even better this way. I never liked girls wearing that put-on smile everywhere they go. This expression is a killer.”

Savera’s face reddened. This had never happened before. Normally, a guy would come, pass a comment and leave. But the intentions in this case were not clear. She was numb until Madsie came to her rescue.

“So, Mister ? Guess, a chimp’s really after scaring my friend! Let’s leave, Savvy.”

“You know him, Madsie?”

“You do too.”

“Huh?”

“Chhichora, remember?”

And they both jollied.

That night, Savera dreamt of the same ‘Chhichhora Guy’ standing on the podium and declaring,

” Savera, You are the morning I had been waiting for all these years to do away with the murky life I’ve had. Every day which spelt gloom and spread melancholy around gave me strength to believe that one day, an angel would come and with her spells, the darkness would turn into luminance. And look, today when I saw you I could feel myself illuminated by a new power and the more my eyes penetrated into yours, higher was the intensity of that magical power. Won’t you let me dive into that ocean of the new felt energy? Won’t you let me enjoy it forever, and not just this moment? Won’t you be mine, Savera?”

Savera sat on the bed, looking shocked at what she had seen. She always believed in dreams. Dreams, she felt , were the illustrations our soul is writing about us and they were omens to what lay before us. So, that particular one got her thinking. The next morning she told Madsie about it, who bantered,” Did you penetrate your eyes deep into his? Did he look drunk anyway? It was a dream, a nightmare; you should have been calling it!”

But Savera knew it wasn’t. She kept walking exploring and analyzing the different sides of the dream till she bumped into him and that was it. The questions had been answered, the correct side explored and she knew she wanted to be with him. He was ready too. And without a word began the love story, the one Savera picturized as the ultimate love story. Madsie was left gazing, still wondering if it was just that one dream which triggered this story and was too dumbstruck to question or even give an expression which showed she was happy or like she said thrilled about her friend’s love story.

Life wasn’t it was supposed to be or as planned by her. It had taken a U-turn letting the wings tied for all those years let loose. The bird was set free by the charming prince, Samarth. It was a fairytale where the prince freed the jinxed princess, not by magical kiss, but an ephemeral dream. While it was a new beginning for her, she wanted not a single feeling to go unnoticed and her diary was adorned with her flight of fancy.

“When you are in love, you can’t just miss the exotica of your newly found life. You bathe in mush, wear the best smile, color your cheeks with the blush not succumbing, walk dreamily, and feel his touch wherever you go, hallucinate all the time in the abode of love.”

“While your love busies him, his inamorata waits patiently, incessantly for the time they’d just look and let their eyes do the talking.”

“Love isn’t extravagant, simpler the better. I like his random cuddles, hugs and kisses more than a candlelight dinner or a walk along the beach. I prefer letting him play with my fingers all the time than expecting him to embellish them with diamond rings. Nay, intangibility, mystery and a bit of coquetry make my love.”

“In the streets when I cover my face with my dupatta, he teases, “Jab pyaar kiya to darna kya?” In reply, I sing “Odh Li Chunariya Maine Tere Naam Ki!” And we laugh carefree till our cheeks hurt, and that expression persists throughout.”

“It all begins with a fear of being caught until you realize that you are already caught with the feeling so blissful that nothing can make it revert back and the fear vanishes in thin air.”

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A stream of tears trickled down Savera’s eyes like she had just seen the corpse of her beloved. Yeah, he was dead, dead to her, right from the day he had given his so called ‘genuine’ reason brazenly for breaking up. Reality had struck her hard, like a thunderbolt from the sky. She had been busy designing her dream world, so busy that she had ignored the way Samarth ignored her. ‘Love always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres. Love never fails.’ was all she could say on being accused of being way too dreamy, impractical.

How long could she let the memories of a painful past haunt her? She had taken her set of decisions already; her newly found love gave her all that Samarth lacked. Wasn’t it a reason enough for her to rejoice, she thought. She tread a step forward, walked out of her room which held most of her memories, and reached the balcony where a whole brigade of relatives waited. Among aunts already breaking down, every uncle a portrait of man chained and bowed by the heavy weights on his shoulder, she caught the face of her Amma with moist eyes looking at her Laadli. Savera’s Amma and Appa were those conventional parents who had laid down strict rules for her daughter from the day she remembered them, they were hard always. But this time they had let her make her choice which was non-conventional of them and she loved them more now, not that she loved them lesser before, but that admiration, respect, affection, she fell short of words to express what she felt for them.

Before they could even know, Savera was ready to leave. Her hands intertwined with her love, she went away without talking much. Her Amma and Appa hardly spoke. This time they let the pool in their eyes do the talking. “Amma! Appa!” was all she said.

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Samarth may not have been a beau she had dreamt of but he had given her something, the ability to feel love, a feeling she was not acquainted to before. And if anything, she felt grateful for whatever he had given to her and treasured what she had done. But she kept in mind always that Samarth was past, a past which if messed with can be disastrous. So she moved bravely, like a brave soldier.

A girl in mid-twenties is for her parents what art is for an artist. He loves it but can’t keep it to himself. Savera’s parents too suffered from the same syndrome. They showed her a slideshow of boys’ pictures and asked her to choose who she found the best. Poor Savera had no choice but to make a choice.

She thought,

“What would keep her happy?

What would never hurt her and only get her closer to the peak she intended to climb?

What was the only way she could think of spending her life?

With who will her life won’t be a burden but an endeavor to lead and discover the lesser-known novelties?”

And the answer was in her hand.

Earlier in the day she had received a letter from the WCW Association where young budding writers were given a chance to hone their talent, learn new ways to deliver their ideas from the maestros in the field, where they taught it weren’t the words but the way words were woven to strike a chord with the reader. It was a two-year course followed by what the life of a writer was- Struggle + Perseverance + Talent=Success, which is still not guaranteed.

But she had found her true love and no matter what came in her way, she won't budge.

She knew her charming prince now.

She could already feel her hands intertwined with him while she held that letter in her hand.

So what if her prince wasn’t tangible, intangibility was the characteristic of love and she had found hers, True Love, she called it!

*******************THE END***********************

P.S.: Forgive me for the length. Busy these days, didn’t bother to revise it once. Felt my blog was feeling neglected, so here I am with the lengthiest post on my blog.

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Buddy!

2010-01-25T12:13:00.001-08:00

Kicking the dust, letting wind ruffle their hair, while the sun shone from between the clouds, Sridhar and Buddy enjoyed the flight of their bodies hopping on the road. Catching butterflies and in an effort to make them dance on his nose, failing every time, Sridhar never ceased to bet with Buddy, catch them and while he turned his spine the umpteenth time, the butterfly flew away with eternal glory, leaving an innocent frown on his face, much to the amusement of Buddy. As if an antidote for the hot tempered, dewy-eyed Sridhar, Buddy performed his all-time favourite Dhum-Pichak-Dhum twist shouting at the top of his voice,
"Hanse ab Hum aur Tum..Dhum Pichak Dhum..Kaahe Ko Gussa Hote Ho...Dhum Pichak Dhum...Ab to ek Step maar de yaar...Dhum Pichak Dhum!!"
Seeing Buddy with his front teeth constantly biting his lip, hands moving like a traffic police man signalling the vehicles to go, body swaying perfectly like a sine wave, Sridhar couldn't control laughter fits until he joined too. Humming their own songs, strumming the air with their hands, they ran fast till they zoomed past the house, the one where Sridhar lived with Buddy!

Located in a small colony, a house painted white, meant for four, was the Home-Sweet-Home for both of them. Mrs. and Mr. Panigrahi, Mr. Panigrahi's father, Sridhar and Buddy resided there as a happy family. Buddy had been christened by Sridhar and they were so close to each other that nothing, noone, no distance, no condition could separate them, would separate them. They roosted in the same room, went to the same school, wore similar clothes, took active participation in every mischief, in fact masterminded it, though it was Sridhar who was always caught for being naughty. It made him a little envious of Buddy but then watching Buddy in trouble was the last thing on the earth he ever wanted. Moreover, he knew the dexterous impression he had on his teachers and the armor of this impression always saved him on the Parents Meet.

When the sun soothed a bit in the evening, they went out to the nearby park to play football with their folks. The stimulus the game provided was enough to send Sridhar in a frenzy. He was passionate about it. The ball after being kicked by a fidgety lad, stopped by Sridhar, dribbled for a while, passed to Buddy, who missed it and the ball landed in the bush. Animated faces appeared from all sides, except him, who looked rather embarassed, just before Sridhar shouted, "C'mon boys! Easy!" Buddy couldn't think of playing the game, let alone mastering it. He was bad as bad could be but never would he quit trying and he did it all for Sridhar who loved to have him playing by his side. He kept trying in vain until he was totally down and out and waited for his partner to come back with clothes stained and greased with mud. They stayed there even after others had left, waiting for the stars to adorn the silhoutte of the sky, under whose cover they would explore the vast horizons of their thoughts. Sridhar always considered Buddy as his alter ego and that helped him talk candidly about the nuances and intricacies of every lesson they had learnt from their teacher, their Guru called Life! They hashed over science, disputed over sports, rolled on satire, pointed out each others flaws, high-fived on every second thought. This tête-à-tête ended when the watchman came tapping his stick and the two ran over the bushes, on the pathway, out of the gate and ran till they reached the gate of their house where they waited and laughed for five good minutes.

Such was life! Their love grew with every passing day, in fact it grew exponentially! They never knew it because there was nothing as love or hate between them, they just knew they were each others pillars of strength, they loved each others company, one understood what was on the others mind before he spoke out a word, it was all that mattered. Life couldn't be better.

On a lazy Sunday morning, while Mr. Panigrahi and his father were having a heated discussion on the policies of the government and Mrs. Panigrahi applied strawberry marmalade on the toast, Sridhar and Buddy came out of their bedroom in their night pajamas and took their seats. Knowing that mother would be scoff at him for not getting fresh before taking breakfast, Sridhar winked at Buddy followed by a boyish chuckle. His mother looked wary of him.

She finally asked, "What's with you? Why are you acting queer? Don't think I don't know what you're up to! I'm your mother and I can make out what's on your mind before you can think of it. So be careful! And if you think you're going to get to go with your friends playing football, then change your mind because we are going to the Art Academy today for a Painting Exhibition. Get ready soon! And stop chuckling now!"

"No, Mother! Can I have homemade Makkhan on my bread?" said Sridhar, controlling his laughter.

"Hmm..sure! If that's all you need!"

"Yeah..Mother! That's all."

May be he needed more. Only if she could see the little guy who had dwelled in his cupboard over the years and will continue to, that guy who was Sridhar's best Buddy!

Hey Don't Worry!! Be Happy!!Stay Jaunty!! :)

2010-01-18T12:41:00.001-08:00

Worry is a state of mind triggered by any external factor like stress at work(overtime with secretary), lack of finance to satiate your minimum(endless, that is) needs, stress at home(implies from stress at work), your kid scoring 94%(which is 1%less than your colleague’s kid), putting on weight, etcetera, oops, on a serious note, drive to outdo everyone and not being able to achieve the target, stiff competition, pressure from peers, meddling with relationships etc., which is followed by hypertension, lack of confidence, anxiety in the happiest conditions, feeling of loneliness, harsh demeanor and making us appear miserable.

Now as anyone would say, who likes to worry?

But however hard you try, can you avoid worrying?

If it’s not your girlfriend or boyfriend, your career causes anxiety and vice versa. In worst cases, both the conditions haunt together.

If it’s not your boss in the office, it’s your parents who think that you know nothing of life and you must take every step holding their index finger like a toddler and vice versa. Worst case condition applies here too.

Ab jaye to jayen kahan? The condition reminds me of Dhobi Ka Kutta!

Know, research proves little worrying is good but in disproportionate amount is injurious! So all we can do is, if not able to filter it completely, at least bring it down to that non-injurious level!

I read this in a book ‘Who Moved My Cheese”,

The quicker you let go of the old cheese, the sooner you can enjoy the new cheese.

Now if our mood was cheese, quicker we let go of the worries, doubts and fear, sooner we’ll be able to relish a new life glistened by joy!Nahi?

Ever stood in front of the mirror and smiled to yourself when you were actually feeling like a dead duck in the drain!

I have. And trust me, nothing can make you feel better. All the vexation vanishes in thin air as if it was never there.

Such is the power of a smile. So smile guys, smile coz Jaunty loves to see you smile! :)

Worrying was never my sport.

Melancholy n I never shared a good rapport.

I kicked it, punched it, dribbled my way,

If ever it found its way

Into my life, which was pretty OK.

Then one day, it sneaked through the back-door.

The smashing of windows made me aware

Of the intruder who had found its way.

I could fight it anyhow but there was something more

It blackmailed me, strangled my loved ones and seeked entry in my core.

My lares and penates had been knocked sky-high.

With worry, I could do nothing but try.

Time went on and my worries multiplied henceforth.

There was nothing and noone around and all this I loathed.

Troubles grow bigger if you nurse them.

So why not taint them!

I sharpened my tool and glossed it more.

So it pricks it right into its core.

And gave my best smile every time it attacked mine.

The dual would not cease,

Until one day tired and defeated, it left me pleased.

And I knew my smile had the power

If not to woo an urchin,

Then it’s enough to save happiness for a lifetime.

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Sitting Capped, 55 Slapped!

2010-01-15T12:01:00.000-08:00

Meghna and Pritish, after a few inky shades in their years of courtship, had managed to lead a moderately happy married life. The moment in hand was a crucial one.

"Aaye hayte youoo-oo-oo, cold hearted Meghna!"

Minutes back,

Bucket of cold water emptied on Pritish.

"Your body's dirt was demolished after one week of upheaval!"

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HUSH IT!

Why some things can't be spoken openly?

It was just another medical problem, causing unbearable, abnormal discomfort! He didn't inform his parents fearing how they'd reciprocate, not friends to avoid news spreading like fire in forest.

His mother during teenage years had apprised him of taking precautions.

It plagued him now. Itch-guard didn't help either!

;) :D
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PS: I'm not a winter lover, in fact I despise it, frost bite, the kind of clothes making you look more like a bear, sleepy lazy bums all around!

But the fun lies in watching people who are almost aquaphobic or precisely speaking, ablutophobic, mummy runnind behind her kid to catch hold of him and splash water on his body after days or weeks:P

Love it:D
I was a kid too!!*nostalgia*
Hey n I took a bath everyday, almost!!!;)

Kick the blues, have a Jaunty January!:)

BLACK OR WHITE!

2010-01-11T12:42:00.000-08:00

I like the crowd in all its spright
Be it black, brown, wheatish or white.

Every color, each with its characteristic
Winnowing the whites, why being so eclectic.

Black and white pebbles get kicked alike
Crows and white doves have the same flight.

Visualize the fumes of the war and the bomb
Does it blow up the negro and spare the blonde?

Michael Jackson, my fancy for him is trite
Even he said, It Don't Matter If You're
Black Or White.

Often, black is even better than white
Stupefied by white, we seldom get it right.

Could we survive a world with no blacks, all white
Tranquility lost, blinded by the flash so bright.

Wonder what's so captivating about them
When we eons ago had paid a huge price even then.

Heard about the put-ons spitting on your back?
Dearest, here black is white and white is black.

Hey!Kind are the choices Mother Nature brews
Chose You though your deeds were dipped in soot!

-Inspired by dearest Moti Bhains who thinks 'Kaala Kutta Is Always Mad' and hence the expression 'Mujhe kaale kutte ne kaata hai kya?'-Height of Racism, that is!:P

Musings

2009-12-30T10:05:00.000-08:00

Ever questioned your power of decision-making, have you?

Lately I've spent a lot of time alone with myself letting a whole cloud of thoughts in my mind free. The burden hasn't lessened though since pending decisions-to-be-taken-sooner-than-later still knock the back of my head(Knock-Knock!!"Hamaara no. kab aaega?," they keep spluttering) and musing under these circumstances ain't that easy, after all!

Right from the first step of our life, we are confronted by choices to make and our Mama teaches us, "Baby, take the bull by the horns!"signaling, "Bachoo, Is duniya me aa to gaye but the road to follow ain't that smooth..There are BULLS to grapple with."For example, 'Padho, Dhoop me khelo matt'Bull, 'Boards Hain, Time waste matt karo'Bull, 'Coachings-Abhi Acche se pad le, life set ho jaegi!'Bull(Inki to books pe bhi likha hota hai'Hit the Bull's eye!), 'Entrance exam'Bull, phir 'CAT/MAT/RAT'Bull and pata nahi koun-koun se Bull!!Coming back to choices or precisely speaking, decision-making, it is an art to be mastered, lack of which can lead to chosen roads guiding you to dead-ends, the gifts of life( very much chosen by you) unravelling into bombshells, doors chosen by you leading to dark and dingy corridors.That's the power I'm talking about.

Who has never been on cross-roads where only one road can be travelled by a lonely traveller(That reminds me of the poem 'The Road Not Taken') and at these crucial times, you can't do with 'choosing a finger' or 'inky-pinky-ponky'.The time demands you to take a stand and decision-making comes into play, which I consider as one of the most tedious tasks in the world. Hitherto I've never really taken decisions by measuring the pros and cons of the situation, just followed my heart or like I believe, my subconscious mind does the work for me because it knows its dilly-dallyer owner.Be it my career plans, my personal decisions or whatever, the same procedure is followed. Like my grandfather puts it, "You play with your life." Yeah, I almost did. Know those ultra-smart kids who are asked, "Bade hoke kya banoge?" and comes a spontaneous reply,"Doctor!" That's me...was me! And having taken PCMB, two options popped up once I had appeared for all sorts of entrances, the obvious 'Doctor' or 'Engineer'.And to everyone's surprise or rather shock, I chose to become an engineer because I found it more lucrative, more exciting and the future appeared more promising.Ask me now how lucrative, exciting and promising it is?:(

I always make a jackass of myself when it comes to taking decisions.And now when a bigger one awaits, I'm all jittery and tense. Doesn't it need a hell lot of courage to decide and come to a conclusion? However chicken-hearted you are, for how long can someone while away time waiting on the doors that promise a better tomorrow? You have to tread a step forward and knock on the door. Otherwise the reticence may be misunderstood as denial. And once you deny that opportunity, you may never even get to make that choice again or fate may not ever present that door to you which could have opened a new vista for you.

After so much of 'putting off until tomorrow' it's time to put two and two together!:)

Idiot...Aal Izz Well!!

2009-12-25T11:32:00.000-08:00

Saari Umra Hum Mar Mar Ke Jee Liye..
Ik Pal To Ab Hame Jeene Do, Jeene Do...
Bachpan To Gaya, Jawaani Bhi Gayi..
Ik Pal To Ab Hame Jeene Do, Jeene Do...

The title of the post says it all...The punchline of the movie "3 Idiots", I watched just a few hours back, leaves you with that 'Aal Izz Well' feeling! A must-watch movie which leaves you with the feel-good factor at its peak..looks like Aamir endorses the "Education Reforms"..All in all, a complete Paisa-Vasool!!:)

Now since I'm feeling sleepy at this point of time..I'll share the gist of the message the movie sends across..

Break out of the system, the bindings..

Don't do what others think is good for you, do what you think is good and that will turn out the best decision of your life..and then only, the absolute contentment and happiness will surface in life..

Don't let your weaknesses be the obstructions that become a stumbling-block in your path, but the motivation that guides you through..

Study only to achieve excellence, not for material gains..
Only then ~~BALAATKAR~~ CHAMATKAAR hogi and one will become successful..Once successful, ~~STAN~~ DHAN apne aap aaegi!!;) roflmao!!

'Ruttofied' definitions, theorems and formulae won't define our life but the real character of our inner soul..

Don't let stresses pressurize your brain, everytime console your frustrated mind by saying, "AAL IZZ WELL"

All in all,Aamir Rocks!!And what I want to say is,"Jahaanpanah!Tussi great ho...Is Blog Ka Tohfa Kubool Karo!"
(You gotta watch the movie to understand this..)
Infact my lil brother was down with fever, but under no conditions could he miss the movie, and there he was...feeling all fit-n-fine after the movie..O Bhaiyya 'Aal Izz Well'!!:)

Give Me Some Sunshine..
Give Me Some Rain..
Give Me Another Chance..
I Want To Grow Up Once Again..

And yes Blog-hearts how did your Christmas go??
Mine was fantastic..!!From attending the Christmas Carnival at the Church to Choco-Lava to drive with mum and dad to 3 idiots, it was superb..!!:)
I'm all smiles!!:):)

Fiction 55 - The Test

2009-12-20T10:46:00.000-08:00

Dhwanit was behaving erratically..Ever since he

set the aim of his life,he had

worked hard...The only hitch being the lack of

'previous years papers' to acquaint him with the

pattern of The Test.. Fellow mates who had

appeared earlier added to his anxiety..

He had to clear it..

Would Dhaani say 'YES'?

Coz A Lot Can Happen O'er a Cuppa Chocolate

2009-12-14T10:02:00.000-08:00

Five cuppa nutty chocolate

Brownie enamelling the plate

Chit-chatting, guffawing in bits

Trying to overcome laughter fits

Hoodwinking the blues

Flowing away in blissful glee

The world watches the weirdos

While they banter about the world.

Breathing for her breath

2009-12-03T14:07:00.001-08:00

Curled in her bed with a book on her side..

She plays with her locks, lost in deep thoughts..

She had fallen in love and her life eversince had been a joyride..

Never did she contemplate tomorrow, engrossed in fun of all sorts..

The train of thoughts cease to come to a halt..

Making her reminisce the day they tied the nuptial knot..

They had held each other's hands and walked every step in unison..

Those holy promises and the holy fire were a mark of benison..

He had said," I vow to take care of her, pamper her, fulfil her needs..

Trace her footsteps and be along forever, protect her in my embrace..

I'll never embarass her with harangue, I'll keep her happy forever!"

Inside, she grinned sheepishly, and said a virtual 'Amen!'

Her emotions outwitting her control, a tear rolled down her cheek..

Another memory came in foreground while the emotional outburst had reached its peak..

The day she revealed that she was in a family way..

His happiness knew no bounds, he held her like a kid and that was her besttt day..

All of a sudden, a harsh reality struck her like a bolt from the skies..

Whatever the memories be, the outcome of their test on the plateau of love was not nice..

Though sanguine in true sense, she was slowly and steadily losing her sanity..

She had lost support from all sides and her situation demonstrated pity..

She stands up with her long locks on one side and walks in front of the mirror..

With eyes swelled with anger, a questioning look on her face, answers now clearer..

Weren't those promises, those amorous talks nothing but moonshine..

Fighting her tears, she looks at her tresses and picks up a comb..

She's the mother who carries the burden of a baby daughter in her womb..

Recollections!

2009-11-27T23:59:00.000-08:00

Don't we wish the good times stayed forever..But quite like the change of seasons,these days pass soon..sooner than we have ever imagined in the wildest of our thoughts!!After having a great day, a thought passed my otherwise thoughtless brain..Another year and I'll be done with engineering...and I'll be added to the whole gamut of engineers and then what..'life at workplace sucks the life out of you' is a well known fact..
So before I get thrown in that world, I need to make the best out of the days I know I can live to the fullest..Here are a few snapshots of what college has been for me...It's not a 'DREAM COLLEGE' but anyway called Government College of Engineering and Technology, Jammu!

LECTURE HALLS
Vampires suck the blood of helpless budding engineers HERE...

SAY CHEESE!!STOP THE TORTURE PLEASE!!

Now that's when you almost doze off in the class and then to try and get yourself refreshed and charged to attend the lecture by clicking pictures and not getting caught(most of the times...which does not mean, always!)

LESSON FOR THE DAY
That's what we have learnt in college!!

STUDENT'S ARMOUR

NUKKAD WAALI CANTEEN
Well not really a great place to hang around but canteen to hai!!!

BLOCK UNDER CONSTRUCTION(since God knows when!!)
'Sarkaari' kaam hai bhai!!!I hope it gets completed in the next ten years...Wishing you all the luck,,dear block!!

BUNKING

Our religion and we followed it with passion...Never felt short of zeal to bunk classes..!!

Iski to Naiyya Hai Ram Ke Bharose

Will this road end anywhere??

SUNBATHING
This picture descibes the appearance of the area where the old campus of the college is located..Not knowing the importance of education,this is how they spend their day, though carefree and happy!!

SHADOW-OBSESSED

AND SOME MORE!!

YEA...PARTY TIME!!

AND WE HAD PICNICS TOO!!

AND BIRTHDAYS WERE SPECIAL ALWAYS!!

The cake's too yummy,isn't it???

SHOPAHOLICS!

2009-11-21T21:46:00.000-08:00

Shopping is great fun, ain't it!!Don't quite understand the usage of the term 'Shopaholic' commonly for girls only..Even guys are!Doesn't it kinda give an adrenaline rush when declared,"We are shopping today!" Well...it is SCIENTIFICALLY PROVEN* that

a) Shopping is a great stress-buster (if you don't run out of money and go the 'bankrupt' way in the procedure, that is!)..The excitement after buying all the new stuff is incomparable..(most of us are new-fangled, aren't we?)

b) Shopping enhances decision-making, improves debating skills(ever tried explaining your mum why the stuff you chose is better than that of what she did..), makes you confident of yourself(Owe it to bargaining or walking out without buying a thing after bugging the dealer while he unpacks the whole store for madame in search of the best):P

c) And if you are one of those lazy jackasses, then you'd be enlightened by the fact that Shopping is the best exercise...It is equivalent to a 1 hour jog in the morning...screening of all the shops, running from one to another, bargaining, trying to make the best deal...now how it exerts your legs and your mouth too!!!Wish to twist and turn your arms equally?? Go, try all the trendy outfits in the market..(But Beware! Trying causes Craving!And if you are not really up for buying it, then don't go one after the another..coz Craving is bad!!)

d) Not only does it give satisfaction to the shopping-thirsty souls, it also induces a lot of hunger of food, which is quite beneficial for health(now that's a different story that we always end up eating junk..)

e) And for the people in hunt of Bird-watching, well what should I say??Ummm...Shopping provides opportunities for the activity in abundance..:P :D

* Proved In JAUNTY ANIMA'S FULLY FALTOO LABORATORY, BLOGSVILLE

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WHEN MUM AND DAUGHTER(D) WENT SHOPPING

Scene-1(D's room)

Sitting idle in one corner of the room..Suddenly the door opens..

Mum: I want to buy this XYZ stuff..Will you accompany me?

A flash of lightning in the wicked and naughty side of the daughter's brain,"Ahhh!!Good opportunity to blackmail!"

D(pretending to do work): I've got a lot of college work...I won't be able to come..Take Sis with you!

Mum: C'mon!I'd need your opinion...

D: Noooo...I'm very busyy..I won't be able to make it..

Mum(with a mischievous smile): You were asking for a new pair of jeans, nah..!!I thought I'd buy you that..But If you really don't want to come, it's ok!

Oho!!Mama strikes while the iron is hot..

D: Yeah..yeah!!My work's about to get over..Let's go!!

Scene-2(In the market)

Mum gets her job done and then turns to D..

Mum: Ok!!So now what do you want?

D: What do you mean by 'What do you want'??You'd promised me a pair of jeans..

Mum(trying and make excuses work): No! I was thinking you already have a nice collection...So why don't you buy a pair of gloves or a nice muffler..Winters are approaching near..

Whach!!Tit for Tat!!

D(singing): No..no..no...no!!

Mum: Yes...yes....yes...yes!!

Scene-3(Store A)

D asks the shopkeeper for jeans..Mum standing aside knowing what's coming...knowing the stubborn 'Nakhrebaaz' D..

The display begins..

D: yeah..show some more...

Shopkeeper: Mam..the size is fine?

D: The size is, but not the style..Don't you have the low waist, slim fit ones?

Shopkeeper: No mam..they are not available right now..visit us next week...

D: Why don't you check the stock once..please please!!

Mum: Let's go...there are other shops too!!

Scene-4(Store B)

D:.....
Shp:.....
D:.....
Shp;....

D: But the colour is not fine...I want black..

Mum:....

D: No! I want black only! I'd have no other!
....................Repeat Telecast!!!

Scene-5(Store C)

D:....
Shp:.......
D:.....
Mum:....

D: No...It should look as if it was made for me...The fitting is really not that good...
Mum:......

......................Repeat Telecast!!!

Scene-6(Back home)

Mum breathing a sigh of relief...vows she won't ask her to accompany again...though we know Mothers!!For them, "A daughter in need (of shopping, helping in kitchen, etc. etc.) is a daughter indeed!"

D: Hey sis!!Check out my muffler! Look, I also got these gloves...The colour is good, nah!!!

Sis: yea! i ike the checks on them..

They were good, indeed!!

Take My Hand And We'd Walk The Distance

2009-11-16T12:57:00.000-08:00

A guy prostrated on the ground, uttered these words to the girl's dad,

"I'd hold your daughter's hand throughout this journey..

I'd caress her and never let her out of my shadow..

I'd walk beside her forever..

And will absorb her in me if ever lightning struck..

Trust me Sir.."

Only that he was quadriplegic!

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This is my first attempt at 55 Fiction...So bricks, bats and bouquets are welcome..But I really want your feedback on this one!!

Mind Your OPTIMISM

2009-10-31T12:19:00.000-07:00

The attitude of an Optimist always took him/her places...But let a droplet of overconfidence fall into the Optimism potion and there you are, with the deadliest potion known-OverOptimism Potion!!
Optimism can be hazardous too..obviously when it comes in disproportionate forms...Just check out!

1. Kahaani Har Sem Ki

"Ho Jaega!!!Why study right now...??Know I'm not a nerd like you..Have a lot of other things on my mind...Piss off,nerd!!"

You have an exam the next morning..The clock on the wall reads 2100 hours...Action!!Hostile Force of the whole syllabus to battle with..Ready with your armour(books,notes,previous years papers,pen),you think you'll fight it out..:s May be you'd slay a chunk of your foes(part of syllabus),but emerging victorious is a far fetched dream, dudes and dudettes!

2. Early to Bus,Early to College...Makes You A Goodie child in my Knowledge(wah wah!)

The college cab is going to leave in 5 minutes...Friends trying your number,your phone buzzing!!But Mighty You decide to go slow with the belief,"Cabs will wait!"
Ask somebody who's learnt the lesson the hard way!:( Darling, these good-for-nothing cabs don't always wait unless you put that extra effort!

3. *Special Case* *winks*

The attendance sheet is cross-checked by the Professor daily..But the ever-sagacious-ever-crappy mind of yours decides to mark proxy of a friend.Alas!Wish your optimism helped you here..
"Since I've done it,Mam won't check it.."haha!

And crossing all heights of conscious connivance, you believe your classmates will become your SUPERMAN-S, come crossing all the barriers, take the blame and guide you through..hehe...Ab ye to overoptimism ki bhi hadd hai!!:P

4. Extreeeemmme Case

Life's all messed up..All the time you tread forward only to find your feet in a pothole..With all hopes dashed,you still make an effort and decide to take a step further only to land up in a gutter this time..You adjust somehow, comfort yourself there in all the crap thinking things will be fine soon...No!!They won't be!!

Don't worry and fret, fainthearted!Wave your hand, somebody frm tither-thither will surely spring you out of the situation:):)

Optimism , in proportion with well struck balance ain't that bad, huh!!
But BALANCE is the key,mind it!!

Phashion-Phashion!!HaiRabba!!

2009-10-28T11:20:00.000-07:00

Again writing after a long time...well I haven't been really regular right from the time I started blogging...There's a lot happening around but when I sit to type it, my head goes blank...the computer screen itself gives a puzzled look as if telling me,"What's wrong with you lady??Typing another line won't really hurt your fingers or would it??"Duh!
This time, procrastination got the better of me!!I even typed one full fledged post but just didn't feel like posting it...will do it later now...but now I'm back to work with all the spirits back!!

Warning:This post is full of EMBARASSMENT..no!no!You don't have to feel so!It's the author who's got to..

A Fresher's party was organised in the college..one of the verrry few parties that's arranged by the college(did you note the exaggerations here..should have said 'the only party that's partially organised by the college')..and ahh...all the pompous celebrations(again exaggerations!!)...We were informed about the day 3 days before..

Now 1 day was spent rolling and reeling with the spirit,"We've to do something!!Oh Yes!Something rocking!What do you say guys??"

Second day was spent with the Brain-Hilaao process..."What?A Play or a Dance or may be let's fuse it all!!"And we realise our brains are choked with the mud of procrastination,you-think-about-it-and-tell-me thing because none of us can think..dumbheads we've become!!

And then the last day,"Arre guys..the final rehearsals are on!!we're not doing anything!!!???"

And then one genius suggests,"Let's do a fashion show.."

Other:"No!No!I can't.."

Genius:"Arre!!You just have to go there...Pretend sexy!!Walk like a cat..catwalk,I mean!!"

Despite the dissuasion of Tuchi,we gave a thums-up to the plan..not knowing what lay ahead!!

Scene:In the Drawing Hall..Pussy(name changed), with her 'Chamchis' - Silly and Gilly...All the performers readying for their turn..A few already moving a leg and getting lambasted by Pussy!

We move in..with confidence bubbling...oh..yeah we'll manage it..catwalk is cakewalk for us..no big deal really!!
And there she stares us from beneath her spectacles..Her actions prompting,"Come here..Stand in front of me!"And before we could even react,she started shouting at the top of her voice..Her utterances consisted of warnings and scoldings in pure Kaashoo** tone..I could hear a few girly giggles in the background..Damn it!!'Chalo dikhao Phashion Show!'

And there we begin..first in pairs with girls and then with boys, trying to show the best attitude..moving our bodies in the perfect fashion..Perfect on your scale is never equal to Perfect on Pussy's scale..mind it!
While one of my companions after striking a perfect pose(perfect on my scale) turned back, Madam came running down and hit her on her waist with a sound that made her a laughing stock..And One by one, it happened to each one of us participating in there..Embarassment at its best!!

And though we could not match anything even at the close proximity to the standards set by Pusoo..she gave us a go-ahead signal but the dresses were to be selected by Pussy herself..Everyone but me got their dresses as per their taste..All my resistance went in vain and I was to wear a Lehanga-Pussy's most favourite dress and, which according to her was the most important ingredient of a Phashion Show!!Poor thing me arranged it somehow knowing it won't suit me,knowing I won't be able to carry it well, knowing it would make me uncomfortable and nervous on stage..but I had to!!

The fresher's party day finally came..and as if each day had its own share of lessons..I learnt one!How important is it to be well acquainted with the know-how of make-up and stuff for a girl became apparent..I mean it's extremely essential..add some more extremely to it..With little knowledge,I approached someone technically sound with this stuff..and to my horror, the end product was horrific too...This guy applied gallons of make-up on my face, not used to applying more than a moisturiser..I couldn't digest the very look of my face...or "was it me??,"I asked the mirror.

The show started..After cribbing about my look and a hell lot of waiting, our turn came..Boys went in...Then Sups and I stepped in to mark the arrival of the most gorgeous girls on the stage..struck all the poses we could and came back...All the girl pairs followed later..
Now the couples were to follow..My partner and me were supposed to be the first ones to enter..I prompted him to make a move and then took a step on the stage..After taking two steps, I realise my partner is nowhere to be seen, adding to my nervousness exponentially..Blame the nervousness on my look I was not comfortable with or may be just everything going wrong for me...I had never felt so timid on stage ever...For a second I was dumbstruck and stopped in the middle..with a huge roar from the crowd..and in the meantime my partner making an appearance too..To hide all the embarassment I had suffered there in the middle of the walk, I gave my best smile and moved ahead..But one should have checked my heartbeat at that time..My heart was ready to blast in a go!Was infact a nightmare for me...Things went wrong for others too but I couldn't take it at that moment because it had never happened earlier to me..I felt deeply humiliated,insulted and ashamed of myself altogether in that one second, not realising it's a part of stage!!

Whoa!I'm going to wash this day from my memory asap..Man!!I vow I'm never going to try my skills in a fashion-show again and surely going to put my hand into make-up thing to save myself from these weird moments again!

**Well Kaashoo is derived from the term Kashmiri..And the peculiarity of Kasshoo tone as can be seen here is their way of pronounciation..and the rhythm of their voice(I'm not trying to hurt anyone's sentiments..It's just meant for fun!)e.g. Fashion becomes Phashion,,Science becomes Sinus,,Sochna(thinking) becomes Sonchna...and pull the words farther apart to produce the desired rhythm..

Wishing Blog-Hearts A Happy Diwali!

2009-10-16T13:03:00.000-07:00

Festivals, Diwali, Mithai(sweets), Special Diwali Shopping, Rangoli, lights, lamps, Lakshmi Pooja, crackers, Special Diwali Dinner!!Oh God!It's my favourite day, my favourite festival of all.As a kid too, this festival fascinated me the most, got me excited and my special 'tayari', oh, no other day had this charm..But as I entered my late teenage years, it became less exciting, don't know why..??

We all know the story of the return of Lord Ram to Ayodhya after defeating Ravana.

Diwali is the celebration of the inner light, which outshines all darkness, removes all obstacles and dispels all ignorance.So all of us must realise the importance of self-satisfaction.It's the happiness of our inner soul which defines us.So each one of us needs to know how fortunate we are to have been born and brought up in places and families where we can enjoy the festivities.Think of those people for whom this day means just another day,another day when they'd have to toil hard to earn a square meal.If life hasn't reacted well to the tantrums we threw and hasn't pampered us enough, then atleast it has given us enough to feel special on a day..And I want to wish you all my SPECIAL SWEET-BLOG-HEARTS a happy and a prosperous iwali!:)

While you make yourself feel really special,don't forget to include those people I mentioned above in your happinesses because you are the only ray of hope in their deprived lives.Why not add sparkle into their lives, just a smile, treat them with compassion, may be a little gift and look at the transition,the inner beauty will exude out of a lifeless face and there you have pleased all the Gods.No Lakshmi Puja or Ganesha worship equals this kind gesture. Let it not just be a cliche! This Diwali let's really bring a smile to some less fortunate's faces:)

Diwali signifies victory of good over evil,knowledge over ignorance.With so much negativity around,it is difficult to believe the existence of any goodness,benevolence or such virtues in this world.Infact, a hint of goodness is treated as an object of satire.Such is the attitude of people and I don't excuse myself from this category(dearies!Writing about it doesn't make me Sati Saavitri:P).But a little check can take our society to a new level altogether."Bura Matt Dekho","Bura Matt Bolo","Bura Matt Suno"(May have messed up with the order) but the meaning is clear "See no Evil","Do No Evil","Speak No Evil"!!(Bandar banna zaroori nahi hai iske liye:P).This Evil could be corruption, nepotism, injustice in any form and you gotta stand against it:x

I may be sounding in a "Bhaashan-Jhaado" mood..but guys we need to realise some things and I did.Don't know if it was of any help to you but I'm looking forward to implementing it.

And yes Wishing you all a very Happy,Prosperous,Dazzling,Sparkling Diwali!!May Goddess Lakshmi pour gold coins on your head(Tada-Thud-Thud-Thud!!) and Lord Ganesha bless you with peace and prosperity!!:)
HAPPY,HAPPY DIWALI!!

My To-Do List!

2009-10-12T12:16:00.000-07:00

# Gotta get hold of all the pending movies..

# Gotta complete Mein Kampf..it's long pending..

# Gotta clean up this dust cover on my table before it acquires a width of an inch or so..

# Gotta format my Pc Which has served as "Home Sweet Home" for all kinds of viruses and malware all this time..Apologies to you dearies...I'm snatching your home away...accha nahi lag raha mujhe..trust me...

# Gotta make my life a little more disciplined...have finally set a routine for myself..let's see if I can stick to it for long..Early to bed..Early to rise..Will make Rhythm..Healthy,Wealthy and wise..:)

# Gotta call up a few close friends who are gonna bombast me,abuse their heart out for not calling up for so long..

Reminds me of the lines by Robert Frost-

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.."

ps: It's been pretty long since I penned down any thoughts here...So this one's just a kind of metapost...Exams just got over...and I wanted to set myself into momentum..so thought scribbling something was better than nothing..

pps: Thanks Happybirdie,Pramoda,Sourav,Karthik for all the awards..I'm so glad you guys thought of me..would put them on my homepage soon..it too features in my to-do list:)

SSShhhh..Disturb her not!!

2009-09-11T15:40:00.000-07:00

Some great minds are at work..really!! don't disturb them because they are already disturbed..

Won't be blabbering much...just an insight into the disturbed mind...

Art at its best or the worst..bt it's flourishing atleast..Gawd..what can exams make out of you??:D

No preparation is complete without a timetable..make a nice,long one where all the subjects fit
in..
By the end of the day..almost everthing would be struck off and atmost one topic from one
subect is done..well that's quite something,,,sluggard!!:D

Snacks...yum yum!!

Is rat nocturnal??Dunno it's active in ma stomach only at nights..:s

P.S. Folks..I'm putting ma heart and soul in ma preparation for exams..(The above pictures are a testimony :P :P)So..may not be able to catch your blogs for sometime..Bear with me..C ya after sometime..Tc sweet-blog-hearts!!:):)

Dream On...

2009-09-07T15:06:00.000-07:00

Boring academic course leads to daydreaming...now that needs no research...it's practically proven...bt then I thought if pigeonole priciple could become a principle then why not
this??(Ever studied discrete mathematics,eh!!Computer engineers can better tell!!)
Did you know I'm so quick that I just have to keep a book in front of me..and there I go..off to
my dream world..

Well well by reading this you just touched a port key(touchy eyes,eh)..and now you'll be
apparated to the world of my dreams..So here goes..

"I run into my ethereal dreams..

Seeking peace of mind..

To evanesce into my dream world

Where there's no stopping me..

neither the chains nor the clutches

Coz none have the power

to impede my spirit...

The kid in me jumps across the walls...

The teenager hollers and the feeling is eternal..

Wherever my finger points
becomes mine..

There's a whole paradise to choose from...

A pearl of rain touches my skin..

I raise my arms to feel the wind...

Drenching myself in the showers of good fortune..

Everthing is just how it should have been..
nearly perfect...

Wish this dream would never end..

This path would never take a bend..

Wish it could just go on and on and on..."

somebody has truly said ,"What you imagine is what will transpire..

What you believe is what will happen.."

So, Dream on!!!

P.S. Any idea how to restrict them coz they hurt when exams are around the corner..sachi;)

Tagged..!!

2009-09-03T07:58:00.000-07:00

I've been tagged by Sourav...So here's me putting ma heart and soul trying to complete this tag...hope I do only better...

0. Ma name has ZERO vowels...now keep guessing(looking 4 clues,eh??)...ZERO times have I got a fracture..really long to get a plaster on ma left arm...(coz I find it really sexy!!)

1. I need ONE chance to be to all ma favourite places..and Brett Lee is the ONE and the only man I have ever thought of getting married to..(ab to sapna toot gaya:()

2. There are TWO ways to a woman's heart...-Inferior vena cava and Superior vena cava,...dumbheads...what did you think???

3. THREE things account for me becoming the happiest girl in the world..Success....ample time and endless love for all ma dear ones...and freedom(freedom from all the clutches which hold me
back...I wanna fly..run in open fields..and most importantly find a niche at a place where being a girl does not call for restrictions...Where is ma Utopia??)

4. FOUR friends is the brand I wore in a school assembly and was thrown out as a Defaulter...

5. I high-FIVE all the readers of ma blog..n yea hi5 reminds me of a social networking site..where an account was made and never used back..

6. Well if I count I have SIX friends who are really close to me..and they are ma SIX horcruxes..moreover SIX times have I been appointed as an appointee(that includes being the class monitor(4 times),house Captain(nehru) and head girl...heehaaw...I noe what's going on in your head:P)

7. SEVEN is most people's lucky nmber bt it's really unlucky for me...SEVEN also reminds me of James Bond..and I haven't watched any of his flicks...

8. As calculated a few days back(courtesy:a few friends)..I have "atleast" please quote atleast EIGHT years left for me to live life ma way..coz after that I'll have to bow down to ma Prince Consort's wishes..

9. Ok..so there are NINE days left before exam fever catches up..and yea there are NINE tokens of love lying in front of me...

10. Well TEN happens to be ma special day..TEN is ma birthdate...TEN is the sum of the digits of ma bff's budday...TEN is ma granny's birthdate...So it's a birthdate's day!!!

P.S. Do lemme noe what you thought about it...I tag Sukriti,Skywalker,Rahil,G,Number,happybirdie and anyone else is free to take up the tag...

Faltoo Blabbering

2009-08-29T10:57:00.000-07:00

A strange feeling has grabbed me..it's not that usual sense of weirdess or loneliness...

It feels that a weight of something is pulling me down...don't know what it is...it's a uncanny feeling of not getting what i want,,,not getting where i want to...as if I'm going absolutely nowhere like a rudderless boat... and will finally end up in a noman's land or will disappear mysteriously somewhere in the waves of time...it's not the career which bothers me...actually nothing bothers...bt still everything does...i smile just for the sake of it....cry without reason....hit myself with a pillow....
my friend says,"An idle brain is a devil's workshop....Wy don't you involve yourself into something constructive....!!!???"Bt I'm not idle....have a whole lot of 5000 pages of six books to study...while exams are just around the corner... minors and vivas are going on ( don't have to study for them..there are 100 ways to get through if you are technologically sound...)...Somehow the feeling "Engineering SuXS!!" has started to creep in...
may be it's due to a pschological disorder(i get fits of this kind of attitde now and then...when I wish that it could be a utopian feeling forever) or ma be it's a result of the sickness I've ust come out of(was not the famous FLu...just a viral infection)...
I'm so random that without a reason or rhyme..a random feeling creeps inside me...and that too at the wrong time...and i further take wrong amount of time to come out of it... end up regretting about my behaviour(behaviour of a temporary crybaby)...hopelessly hopeless!!!
whatever it is...I'm going out of my senses now...and typing anything and everything I'm feeling like..Don't know whether it made sense...don't want to check for it either...All I know right now is that I need a long break...break from the whole monotony of this life...a break from social bindings....a break from so many things that are bugging me now....D

Peace!!

P.S. Forgive me if I bugged you...but I desperately needed to type this...Ad afterall it's my blog...I can and will write whatever I wish to... I did absolutely the same...yay!!

bt yea like good and bad dwell together...there is a brighter side too...my mother,granny ad friends are the sunshine in my life...the way they took care of me...man i won't ever be able to pay back...can anyone do :)

Life is but a labyrinth..

2009-08-16T14:01:00.000-07:00

Life is no straight and easy corridor along

which we travel free and unhampered,

but a maze of passages,

through which we must seek our way,

lost and confused,now and again

checked in a blind alley.

But always, if we have faith,

a door will open for us,

not perhaps one that we ourselves

would ever have thought of,

but one that will ultimately

prove good for us.

Yoo Are Still Single!! :o

2009-08-09T15:37:00.000-07:00

These days single-committed phenomenon is such a taboo, I tell you..If you are single, people will scoff at you, look down on you as a puisne...You are made to look as an object of futility..ekdum Bekaar..they try to find different kinds of biological and physical defects in you in order to fit in a reason why you haven't been able to find anyone for yourself yet...

You ping a long lost friend on gtalk and the first question that's thrown at you is,"Hey,,so you still single?? :o"...or..."Koi mila nahi tujhe abhi tak tere type ka?(Haven't still found the right guy for yourself?)"...or..."How come you are still single...though I don't really believe it!!"..
TOSH!!!As if being single will lead to perdition...you can feel the revulsion associated with your 'SINGLE' relationship status..

Furthermore, you can't escape the uninvited demonstration of their status...needn't ask for details..they would come to you as they are with a little masala added..."Guess what, I broke up with xyz...it just didn't work out between us....but don't worry I'm already in a new relationship and abc is such a sweetheart, gal!!!You ought to be in love atleast once.."

And thus, it leaves you wondering what actually is LOVE? The weight of the four-lettered word is in-fact very huge, quite contrary to its size but the way it's portrayed today makes it look so simple..so naive....!!Now there are two theories of love I'm entangled between...One is "The Theory Of Great Love" endorsed by Romeo and Juliet, Heer and Ranjha...and the other is "The Try Try Till You Succeed Theory", the one endorsed by modern day lovers..which says keep trying with different guys or gals(depending on your sex and sexual orientation) until you find your REAL soulmate-your Prince Consort/The Ultimate Princess...<3!!

But I wonder where has the sanctity of this relation gone??(Gone with the winds of time, probably!) How many people get into a relation because they really think they love each other...I've seen people who get into it just because society demands them to...(peer pressure as we call it..),,to have somebody to flaunt in social circles, just because they don't want to be tagged as 'LS' in high society..

The scarosanct love I read of in books and watched in old hits has almost disappeared...They said ,"Love is Ubiquitous"...Now they say,"Lovers are Ubiquitous"..you just have to pick and choose randomly and someday, somehow you'll end up being with your PERFECT lover...
Dhatt!!Is this what you call as love??I'm already hagridden....

But my faith in the lumineu of love is unmoved...I still picturise love as two hearts merged into one...sharing happinesses,pains...doing small adorable things just to bring a smile on each other's face...not just being together hand-in-hand all the time but being there for each other...standing for each other even if it means standing against the whole world...
So what if I sound old-fashioned, but this is My Theory Of Love<3!!
As of now,,I'm Single And I Love It!!:)

Yaaron...

2009-08-02T03:45:00.000-07:00

You are my angels but so like demons...

You were the reason for my smile..

Your shoulder the handkerchief for my tears...

You gave me nightmares when you were here..

Memories have replaced those nightmares now...

You who are close make me laugh while I cry..

And the ones miles apart leave me with tears in my eyes...

As I laugh at the silly jokes..

And drooling over those handsome blokes...

Ahhh...Thank God!you all were there..

Coz without you..

My life would have been absolutely nowhere..

Hey Hey guys I'm so glad to have you all in my life..Sometimes I wonder how lucky I've been that each one of you was sent as a distinct package..There were some I really adored and others I totally and completely despised..Still others I quietly admired..and some I fought with bigg time..There were others with whom I never got chittychatty instantly..while some who had no option but to bear my contigous prittle-prattle..Some were real study buddies..and some partners-in-crime..With a few,tiffins were shared...froms others,tiffins were snatched to get fingers on the last bite..Some friendships flourished from Day 1..while some were a fruit of misunderstandings..Ahh...Hail the misunderstandings!!:P

Guys,though I always adopted the policy of Different strokes for different folks,,but today in a sense of nostalgia when I write this..I feel although I was different with everyone but the way I miss you all is unbiased..quite contrary to the fact whether you were my dearie sweethearts or punchbags or my highly abhored classmates..To all of you,i raise a virtual toast..I drink your health guys:D

It goes out for all my friends...the best friends....mere classmates...slim friends...fat friends...gud looking friends...monstrous friends...the understanding ones....the dearest foes(to u because u gave me those tears which later helped me bond so well with my friends..coz everytym I cried there was someone who'd tell me "Tension na le re...U're the best!")

To you my best friends at one point or the other Chetna,Ravneet,Nupur(luv ya guys!miss ya!)...and to mates Taarika,Dhanya,Harpreet(shampoos,,363 dresses,,ugly expressions....miss those tyms...luv ya)...Achint(My loveliest Jaani Dushman forever...hey miss ya)...Archna,Arushi,Himanshi,Kiran(u rock!)...Vasu,Suchet,Rohil(the knee slappers...everytym I think of you cant help but laugh...u rock!!)...Santosh(the scientist)...Dinesh(another scholar in the town)...Karan,Sarfaraz,Tushar(u guys to asli me rock...the three and the only sample pieces..u noe wat u were different:P nways miss ya)...Raagini,Roshni(mohalledaar...colonymates...rock on gals...miss yoo)..Sanjolly,Ravdeep,Aniket,Bhupi,Simran,Rakshi,Ravdeep,Budhha(abbe m at loss of words now...haahaa...luv ya!)...Geetu...(Cut my life into pieces..this is my last resort:P)...n to ma college mates Su,Sups,Moti Bhains,Aki(heartbeats...tum chaar to atom bomb ho yaar!luv yoooo!),Aamir,Ashish(my gay friends...gay maane always happy:P...Rock on guys..stay the same)..Boss(bolo kisse udana hai?:P)..Rahil(jispe teachers bhi line maarti hain..imagine:D)...

P.S. I'm sorry if I missed out anyone...Short term memory loss hai...thodi der me yaad aa jaega...otherwise dont feel shy to point out...luv ya!!!

Happy Friendship Day!!

The GHISSY-PITTY story!!

2009-07-07T11:51:00.000-07:00

Heyyyy!!!Long time guys....Long time my bloggy dear...I missed you sooo much....Muuahhhhh!!!!Hey no excuses there...had it not been the goofy internet connection,,unexpected responsibilities,,a handful of new commitments I would have updated you right there right then....But THE INTERNET CONNECTION....Ohh God!!I'm not going to repeat that old "Ghiissy-Pitty" story...but u guys take my word

"Where there is BSNL,there is no way.....

the webpage you opened is not going to stay...

And this connection won't fall in place chaahe you wait for the whole day...."

Wooww I can hear a sarcastic *clap clap*...may be a few good writers and poets looking daggers at me..Jauntyyy!!!try anything but poetry...huh:x!!!I'm sorry POETS...pretty much sounding like a thwarted flunkee...

Few days back,I came across this line in a book given to me by one of my friends which is quite apt and it goes like "The best laid schemes of men(and women too;)) and mice often go astray!"See..after myriad consultations,,hell lot of sifarishs n obviously mucho bahaanas I got my internet connection once I entered college...and I always counted upon it to come to rescue when I was feeling bored...but it just seemed to disappear at the times of need..pissing me off still more..:x:xThat's why I thought that today that I've finally got the connection right,I must convey all my anguish to it right through it...(kyunki kya pata Kal connection ho na ho!!)

And if you guys thought that this curled up my "Rona Dhona",mind you it's not the end of it..I give you a second chance to close this window right now if you don't wish to continue.. because there's still another instance which proves the adage I stated above right...And it has to do with my newly found commitment which happens to be a JAVA course from DOEACC...Though this idea of joining the course was not borne out of my mind and involved a series of persuasions from a friend and few others..but once I decided to go for it,I kind of created a whole roadmap for myself and felt it fitted well into the plan...There were a few alarms and sirens buzzing around"If so and so sir is the course incharge DON"T go for it"..Why didn't I listen to you G..???

At the entrance of DOEACC centre,a strange psycho welcomed my friend and me and after taking our intro...helped us with the admission process..the whole manner of that man seemed weird...and finally it was disclosed that the sleazy guy who had welcomed us was none other than the incharge G had referred to...I cursed my fate...the admission couldn't be cancelled too..The first day of his class was superincumbent....His "Ok...No problem" irked me...Understanding classes,objects,OOP was a Gargantuan task...His silly expressions got me even more infuriated...but somehow crawled through the first class..But didn't get even a single word he tried to explain,rather did he even explain anything!!!!Hah..!Mr. Loosey!

Well I'm trying to set aside these irritants but they are just not ready to leave....don't know...but one thing's for sure I sulk at them but they bring out the best in me...
There are times when absolutely nothing falls in the right place,probably I'm going through that phase...bearing everything as an anvil....but surely soon enough I'll hit back as a hammer...hard and even harder this time!!!

2009-06-24T10:59:00.000-07:00

Hey guys....finally I am back with a banggg!!!But still not with a full fledged post of an array of emotions,sarcasm,blah blah...but something more proximate...close to my heart....

And ofcourse, it happens to be one of my bestesttt friend's birthday and no prizes for guessing this one......Supadiya or Sups!this one's for you..

Mate..!God laid out a perfect story for me which is why you were sent as an angel in my life...I needn't tell you what important place you hold in my life because I know I may fill up the wwhole blog,,,,scribble a complete diary,,,but won't be able to do justice as I neither have the words nor the ability to express my emotions that vividly...Anyways sweets....all I have to say is May God bless you,,,,fulfil all your wishes,,,,may all your dreams come true...!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!HAVE A BLAST!!!ENJOY YOUR DAY!!!N KEEP SMILING FOREVA N EVA!!!!!

Quote Unquote

2009-06-10T02:06:00.000-07:00

"One's

dignity is

never

assaulted,

vandalized

and cruelly

mocked

unless surrendered."

MISSION EXTERMINATE 'L'

2009-06-07T15:22:00.000-07:00

Slurping down the entire maggi from my plate,I begin to write.With absolutely nothing in my mind to write about,I curse myself for not having done anything worthwhile all this time.Without exaggerations,it's this ENEMY of mine who's responsible for this slackening of life.Mind you,if anyone of you pities this crook and thinks that this scapegrace is becoming the scapegoat,then I beg you to lend me your ear...Gosh!!how would you do that...arghhh...I mean atleast pay heed to what I think about this #$%^&* for if there's anyone responsible for the miseries in my life,whatever their amount be,it's this Bloody Bad-Egg..:x

Given a sword or even a simple knife,I'd chop this DUSHMAN into as many pieces as there are neurons in our body.Not that I'm anykind of Cut Throat..but the extent of sabotage caused is uncalled-for.It has crippled me beyond any imaginations..trust me!!

None of my plans gone underway would progress without an obstruction as this marauder would always become a stumbling block and proudly standing in my path said,"Darling,I'm a tough nut to crack!!Beat me or I'll beat you to hell."Shameless fellow!!

But dude...If u r reading this,"Listen,don't trifle with me..You really don't have the faintest idea of the doom you have invited for yourself..by messing with me..I get goosebumps at the thought of what awaits you because I can assure you it's one of those ends you can't even imagine of!:x

No doubt I've shown a lot of patience while handling this jerk, maintained composure throughout but Now I've had enough of it and it's time to turn the tables on him.It has been an unpleasant experience throughout but this episode has taught me to fight,to wage war against my biggest enemies..And this time I won't rest before disrupting,dismantling and ultimately defeating my "BIGGEST ENEMY" Laziness..that Laziness which never allowed me to perform any task upto my potential..that Laziness which never allowed me to reach anywhere on time..that Laziness which always made a jackass of me in front of all those bustling stalwarts and me turning out too sluggish to stay in society like theirs..

ahhh...now you tell me do you still pity this CROOKED LAZINESS of mine.*sob sob*I know your answers guys and gals..I'm well acquainted with your empathy..you all are a bunch of really very understanding people..i know that!!:) But one thing's for sure this Enemy of mine should start counting his last breaths because nowhere I'm going to show sympathy in ending the 19-year long hostility..How brutal the killing is, time will only tell..!!:x...But the end's not too far!!

ps:Now that m writing this post at 3 when even the stars are ready with their bags packed ..waking up in the morning is going be a lil too tough but yes! after that...the enemy will not be forgiven..!!!MISSION EXTERMINATE 'L'!!

So Opening My Heart..!!

2009-06-04T14:00:00.000-07:00

The happiest moments of my life have been the ones which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family...They say,"An ounce of blood is worth more than a pound of friends."True...very true..!!And your siblings...they are God's gifts to you...but still knowingly or unknowingly...we never really lay bare that love..like we do for our friends...but somewhere in the core of our hearts we know how much we treasure each other's company...

No matter how those little tiffs n arguments all the time harvested into fisticuffs..(not just those kiddish ones...used to be a complete brawl of a thing..)..that fuss about that-dress-is-mine-better-keep-your-eyes-off-it-sis.... no matter how my bro pestered me with his stupid cartoon faces...I could have lambasted them there and then...but that cloaked,unrevealed attachment,all that love and affection I had for them couldn't really be left unveiled...Why I always got flared up if anyone even said a word wrong against them...Why the most minor wound got me all fidgety and fluttery....The answer to this one is may be I never believed in PDA but we were closely bond to each other..and I can't deny the fact..!!

And today was one of those days I would really cherish...after taking a day off from college...lazing off the complete day..everything going the way as projected by 'Your Stars Say'..(I usually read that one in the newspaper..)..the day just passed like that..and in the night with the radio airing 'Heart of the matter' at 100.3 FM..just the right music started playing and my bro and me kicked off our shoes...and then we didn't really know who was around..what was going around..we could only hear partially..that's it...all that was audible to us was the music...Beautiful day by U2,then some country song n the music kept on playing..with both of us going insane...absolutely belonging to the category of "Non compos mentis"...Yo man!!As long as you enjoy it,it doen't matter what you look like to others..!!And it wasn't all...while all others had gone to sleep..we the three nightbirds-my bro,sis n me took to cooking..Ridhima made her first 'chappati' under my guidance...and the happiness was no less than a dream accomplished...wow!her first one..and we didn't forget to keep a memory of it...

That was in the day and why I write this...is because I may never be able to tell in face how much "you two" matter to me and I needn't even tell this because I know a tiny string passes through one of the auricles of each of our hearts..that sends the currents alike...so the way I feel for you must have already been felt by you..but somehow just wanted to write this...because while I was sitting here thinking about the various aspects of life when I realised when you look at your life, the greatest happinesses are family happinesses.And we must cherish each of those...!!:))

Jai Ho Rocked..Bhay Ho flopped!!Jai Ho!!

2009-05-17T09:52:00.000-07:00

Lots of hullabulloo and commotion caused by elections is ancient history now..

A Flashback:Leaders of all the political parties..be it Congress,BJP or whichever party one would know were on roads exhibiting their dynamism,slamming the other party,sinking to the lowest level of sleaziness...and trying to woo 'Aam Janta'...ofcourse with the same thought running at the back of their minds-"Use janta to inch closer to the chair....but after elections we just don't care..."
Bullcrap!

From what I can make out,the verdict of people in favour of Congress-like they say,Vote for Development is a reckoning call for other parties...No left or right could actually make a place for themselves..BJP(people say it's communal...Congress is no less communal though..),I speculate...the failure of BJP was due to its disoriented approach,internal disagreements and most importantly Advani going offboard and instead of what his party wanted to project him as "Iron Man/Loh Purush",he went over to become a 'Low' Purush...a man of low ideals..although I believe he's a very honest man and speaks straight from his heart..Would have been interesting to see how things curled up if he became the PM..but that's altogether a different story..

A very much Hindu party not making it to the final stage in Hindustan is appalling but the message now is loud and clear..Political parties are now confronting an 'Intelligent' Janta..which can nomore be aroused by the same religious rhetoric..'Development' and 'Safety' are the keywords..The party which appears truly promising on these fronts would finally get the Big Chair..then be it a Hindu,Muslim,Sikh or Isai party...

I am not at all disappointed with the results..see the glass as half filled...Hoping to see some good changes in the country,afterall the Big Janta has expressed full faith in the UPA government..and now they need to deliver...with a 'Kamzor' PM though..but let's respect him as an honest and intelligent man..Keeping my fingers crossed I hope this time Manmohan Singh does a commendable job and atleast,if not much,come out of the cocoon(the one put together by Mrs. Gandhi)..

Let India revolutionize...
Naa Koi Bhay Ho...
The faith is still alive...
Jai Ho!

An Ode To SPARS

2009-05-11T11:37:00.000-07:00

Now updating my blog after a long time,I'd go off at a score...So this one is truly dedicated to my four friends-Sups,Su,Basket and Aki..the gems of my treasure...Not having put much hard work into it..all I have to say is these are my true feelings overflowing and thus they got poured in the blog...Hope u guys like it..Bricks,bats and bouqets are welcome..This one's for "U" guys..!!

With butterflies in my stomach and the earsplitting noise of a pulsating heart..
Those jitters and uneasiness...perhaps it was almost a nervousness attack..
I took my first step towards the college and came a voice resounding back,
"Was this the place where you'd wanted to be?
Or you are trading off your desires to become the good girl of the family!!"

I tried hard,to focus on the voices of my heart..
But with my mind in reverie,I could do nothing but breathe easy..
Coz my faith in God was unmoved..
I was sure that my divine sanctions were due..

The wait wasn't long until the divine messengers descended..
Yes!These were the four angels I befriended..
Anticipating good times,with expectations soaring high..
And before I could even judge,they became the apple of my eye..

My inner conscience said I fitted into that place like a square peg in a round hole..
But as the magical wands blew,the college seemed heaven and we were on a Rock n Roll!!
The action had just begun,and SPARS as we were called, became a revelation..

While Sups's scooty was our favourite transport,Su's place was a perfect hideout..
Basket,the hairdresser was the head of our Planning Commission..
Aki,my kiddo with her mesmerising smile,never disappointed anyone..

If I say that the fun was ok,I must be a liar..
Because we got together like a house on fire..
The party at the terrace of E&C block or the horrible graphics prof throwing Sups and me out of the class..
And then our hiding behind the car or Basket beating everyone in 'Bahaanas' by far..

The classes were fab when a pug-faced Maths Prof threw light on his views...
Strange was his dedication and it left us confused..
We,the backbenchers,the most dedicated lot had other commitments to fulfil..
Making assignments with music playing on the phone,we were never at loss of zeal..

The Glamorous Chemistry Prof never got tired of teaching bomb calorimeter..
We slept while Sups and Su bunked his lectures..
Those 'pange' we got involved in unknowingly,those misunderstandings that crept in..
'Arrogant' and 'Egoistic' people thought we were,but we never really gave in..

And then there was an awakening call..when the third sem made a tick..
With our classes shuffled and each one of us trying to adjust in the new environs..
We didn't even even know how busy we got in ourselves..
But still when I sit back and relax,I think of those times..
When the devilish angels rejoiced and onlookers watched with a jaundiced eye..

With dreams gone haywire, there was little to be happy but as the magical wands blew, All Was Well...And now I say....AAL IZZ WELL!!! :) :)

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Cho Chilling Chenab,Chanters Chanting in Chorus,,,,Charming Chitra..hee hee!!

2009-04-26T01:37:00.000-07:00

So this is the story of 4th sem computer branch of GCET....a class well known in the computer department for the jolterheads it is made up of....the one and the only type of species present in GCET who endorse the tag,"HOOLIGANS" but these are the views of our beloved...not so beloved though,teachers...those teachers in whose classes we can't help but feel drowsy...they make us feel insomnolent...classes unbearable...those red,heavy eyes,people sittin around you yawning knowing yawning spreads....and then another one and another....Chain yawners!!!Uff...they suck the lives out of you....Do you think theeeeese "VAMPIRES" can judge such a happy bunch of people....?????Hah!!!!

And then you need a break from your tight,,boring routine...And what better can it be when your teachers themselves tell you they don't wanna teach a bunch of hooligans....Leavvveee...it's off today...thinking the students would regret having missed their class,syllabus and most importantly attendance...heehee....Go,somebody tell them....Teachers,take a chillpill!!We have much more on our minds than just worrying about attendance n all...Our policy is to make hay while the sun shines.....And there starts a joyride!!!:)

We board our cab....then the poll,"Would it be Jhajhar Kotli or Akhnoor?"...And after a lot of jhikjhik....the matador changes its route...and off we go..to..AKHNOOR!!!!!The regular dancing and singing with more excitement added descibes the journey to Akhnoor...just a half an hour ride from the college..!!
And then Chenab appears,,cool breeze playing with our locks...ahh..what a relief from the scorching heat...but when we got down.,the story was different with the sun shining right over the head...Notwithstanding,we walked the way to Chenab river...scenic beauty at its best!!Water here,Water there,There was water all around!!It was pretty deep....And I knowing nothing of swimming decided to stay away from water but my friends insisted...n i descended a step below water....God!My legs froze....could feel the goosebumps there...But none of us had the balls to jump into the water..

And then we did everything from boating to visiting forts,temples and a gurudwara...It was fun...a complete package...We never knew we could unite together to give each other such a great time...It was a jamboree of all funloving people...It wasn't just"No work,all play"...In the gurudwara,while girls cooked chapattis,guys served food-chappatis wid spicy dal and water ofcourse...a sweetdish would have sufficed to complete the meal but we didn't really get that....
After having worked so much and ofcourse the fun we had we decided to get back....with so many memories...loved it....loved it completely...
Hooligan,Rowdy or whatever we are....
But we are going to go really far...
And that's a wish upon a star...

Eureka!!look at my rhyme!!Let's see if I can come up with a poem next time....haha...Till then enjoy reading the fun I had!!!

Chao!!

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To forgive is divine...but everytime?????

2009-04-21T13:16:00.000-07:00

How much I've had faith in the old saying,"To err is human,to forgive is divine...blah blah!!"Yuck...it's all bullshit.....!!Always trying to be divine,yeah.....but we all are humans at the end of d day...aren't we??And as humans...forgiving and forgetting is like...yeah I forgot the times i cried!...I forgot that feeling of loneliness that crept into me...!I forgot all the wounds suffered(not the physical ones...emotional wounds....they hurt more deep inside....) and I forgot all the pain...and hence.....I forgive you...!!Where does this happen??

It all started with an introspection into myself...n that i found one of my biggest flaws...this tendency of forgiving easily...phh...commit a mistake....hurt the person badly....say a sweet word to him/her....and its done....heartiest congratulations...!!You just tamed an angry bull...and now you own it...because you know you can hurt it as many times as you wish...!!Wow...!You hurt it,say a sweet word n then again repeat the procedure....n it goes on and on....Mental torture!!It's you who allows the other person to take advantage...remember what our parents taught us while we were just learning to adjust with this mean world,"Daughter/Son!Don't ever be a slave to anyone...Fight till the last breath's gone"What happened of it??

Woof.....I was wondering whether our hearts are made up of butter....just a little warmth of words makes it melt....But Enough is enough.....!!!

Without drawing the long bow,we need to become the "Procrusteans" that we are at home...where we make one and all to dance to our tunes....A change in attitude is needed..much sooner than later!!

God Bless!!!

When 2 Souls Got Amalgamated...

2009-04-19T09:44:00.000-07:00

Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one..

Reminiscing my childhood..I realise how scared I was of marriages...Gosh!!!How a marriage invitation card used to send a shiver down my spine...could never understand HOW....rather WHY should a girl leave her parents' house to spend her whole life with an alien man...And my favourite line on being scolded by my mum,"I'd get married and will never come back to you,huh!!"My mum and dad still can't help laughing their stomachs out at this one....(M going all pink!!)...Mind you,these words didn't come out of excitement but a much dreaded fear of going away from my parents...

Beautiful are those days when our innocence doesn't let us play with words and mix and match to come out with the best possible line....but as I grew up,the significance of marriages became clearer to me...and when they said,"Marriages are made in heaven"..I agreed with a pertinent YES!!Recently my brother and his girlfriend entered a nuptial bond...and the whole marriage affair was fun and it had to be...I enjoyed every single moment of it....but couldn't believe how we all had grown up so very fast...almost all of my cousins are of marriageable age and the fact that they all would get married in years to come...ofcourse these are not going to be long years...is infact astounding!!!how all those people who used to set schemes to set their parents right are on the verge of becoming parents themselves....It all seems to be a dream...though it has ceased to perturb me anymore....like it did when I was a kid!

Whatever it is...it seems Marriages are in fashion....as I see everyone around me getting married!!HaHa...but all I have with me right now is good wishes 4 my bro and bhabhi...Hope they give birth to beautiful twins,a gal n a guy both....luv dem!!!mwah!Happy Married Life!!

Intro....!!!!

2009-04-06T09:43:00.000-07:00

Whoa....Intro...!!!!Reminds me of those long,tiring hours in the sun....questions,snide remarks,coquetry,my introduction to the seniors in college..Ewwww.....Well..this time around sitting comfortably in my room,enjoying the cool breeze flowing in from the window I realise intros can be fun too....and the sense of accomplishment of a dream which comes from creating this blog...yessss it was a dream for a sluggard like me...and now finally I have it...my own blog....It was my New Year Resolution no.7...n d only one which I have been able to keep up with...all others either broken or still pending...yeah I'll think about the pending ones too....

Gosh...I've already taken up a lot of space writing,enjoying n bugging people with my accomplishment...Now the point...

I am neither a writer nor a poet...All I have with this writing stuff is that I love to pen down my feelings...joys n sorrows alike....This blog is going to be about everything I feel ...my life,friends,school,college,celebrations,frustrations,my cherished moments,embarassing moments,,,n almost everything I can think about...As far as I am concerned...love to read...just anything I catch hold of...an ardent cricket lover...daydreamer...have firm faith in God...

The kind of person I am...not so "Suguni"....more than a hundred flaws one may find in me...to synopsize....I am as pathetic as i can be....sardonic....get bored easily...n bugged too...I may not show it but u'd know it....My silly toothy smile may irritate some...haha.. but really cant help it ....I'd love to be punctual but.....these ifs and buts....huh!!!

N as jaunty as I am, always bounding and rebounding..I dont mind you taking a hop at my blog....N till I come up with more...Happy Reading!

"hasta la vista,"says Jaunty anima!!